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list A + #160 + newlywed! mick

Marital Bliss

Summary : Everyone always says the best sex you’ll never have is the night of your wedding. And you have just become Mrs Schumacher. Rating : 18+ Pairing : Mick Schumacher x Reader Word Count : 2, 533 ONE SHOT Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult language, PinV sex, no protection, mention of having children, slight dirty talk, all the sugary sweet feels Images : curated from Pintrest Authors Note : please note that I don’t usually write newlywed/wedding day tropes, this is a once off, please don’t request in the future ☺️

List : List A Prompts : 160 - “I want to make love to you”

The party was in full swing. The love reverberated around the ballroom and poured out of all the collected guests that had been invited on such a special day. It really made your heart swell at the thought of everyone wanting to celebrate with you and your new husband. You were sat talking to your new mother-in-law - truthfully, you needed a break from all the dancing and schmoozing you had been doing - the pair of you discussing how beautiful the ceremony was and how stunning your custom made designer gown was. Naturally, she gushed over how handsome her son looked and you had to stop yourself from admitting you had been wanting to rip his clothes off all day long.

You watched as your loved ones and friends danced away in front of you. Some of Mick’s racing buddies were twirling your sisters and friends around on the dance floor making them laugh and squeal in delight. You spied your father over in the corner chewing Jean Todt’s ear off while your mother and Michelle seemed to be talking about their dresses. You glanced at Corinna and it was hard not to think of how missed Michael was today. Although she never voiced it you felt her quiet sadness that Mick’s father wasn’t here to enjoy all of the celebrations. With the thought racing in your mind you raised your champagne glass to your lips. The clinking of your rings on the surface snapped you back into the present and served as a reminder of what you had signed up for earlier in the day; a lifetime of carrying the Schumacher name.

You smiled to yourself as you glanced around the awe inspiring ballroom and had a look for your husband - something that yet hadn’t settled in. The last time you saw him he was over near the bar with Seb. Asking him to be his best man was your idea. He had been a father figure to Mick for years so it was a natural choice. But as you looked in the direction you last saw them Seb was now standing with Hannah. Mick was nowhere to be seen. But your confusion was instantly solved when a big fat, wet kiss was placed against your neck from behind.

“Hello Mrs Schumacher” You could hear the smug joy laced in his voice. He hadn’t stopped calling you that all day. The pride bursting out of him each and every time he did it. “Hello Mr Schumacher.” You replied as Mick’s hands glided up your bare shoulders and gently caressed the back of your neck. You had to remember his mother was sitting right beside you as you so desperately wanted to moan at his actions. You settled for reaching for his and and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Corinna excused herself - making some excuse about checking in with some of their family members that had travelled to the wedding but her sudden departure was welcomed by you and your new husband- and Mick was quick to slide into her now vacant seat. “Have I told you how beautiful you look?” You couldn’t hold yourself back from laughing. “Yes, around twenty seven times today.” “You look beautiful. You look beautiful. You look beautiful. There. Thirty.” He leaned in. Lips finding yours. “When can we leave?” He whispered against them. Mick wasn’t really the party type of guy (not like some of his work friends who seed to be relishing in the party atmosphere of the evening). It was one of the things that made you so alike because you weren’t exactly the party type of girl. Heavy drinking and dancing all night till your feet were sore, wasn’t exactly your type of fun. But, this was your wedding reception. You couldn’t leave THIS early. “Mick…” You moaned jokingly “we can’t duck out on all of these guests.” “Sure we can.” He pulled back slightly, grabbed your half full glass of champagne and took a large sip from it before locking eyes with you once again. “I want to make love to you.”

Your stomach flipped and tightened with sheer utter excitement at his words. The whole “wedding night” thing played on your mind for the entire day. It had been your silly little idea a month ago to suggest abstaining from sex for the weeks leading up to the wedding. You read somewhere that it made the night so much more meaningful, passionate and just plain hotter. But no one had told you how bloody fucking difficult it was not having sex for four whole weeks. You quickly grabbed his hand and checked his watch - his fathers watch, which his mother had given him as a gift this morning upon Michel’s request. It was little after 11 and you knew the party still had many more hours left in it. You pondered for a moment. But essentially decided having sex with your husband was so much more important than people pleasing. “Ok…we have to say goodbye to your mum and sister and my parents but yes, let’s leave.”

After goodbyes were made - and a round of hollering from Mick’s mates knowing exactly why you and him were wanting to leave early - the pair of you left while the celebrations raged on. You began ascending the stairs, Mick gathering the train of your dress to help you, trying not to let your hunger for him get the better of you. Once you reached the top of the stairs he kissed you and told you; “I’ve never been happier”. “Neither have I” Your hands went through his soft blonde locks and you pulled him back to you again. You were so desperately starved for his mouth that you moaned straight into it when he grabbed your waist and pulled you flush against him.

The pair of you tumbled down the hall. Struggling to walk straight. Your hands and lips were all over him, just as his were all over you. The tension was at a feverish level when you finally reached the room you had gotten ready in earlier in the day. “God…”Mick purred in your ear as he pushed you against the door “I need you.” Your brain couldn’t form any words because his seared on to your skin. He fumbled with the door to get it open and pushed you backwards inside when he did. You almost tumbled over your train as you tripped walking backwards but your husband caught you in his arms.

“Mick…” You pat his arms. You had seen what your bridesmaids and his groomsmen had done. They had strung “Just Married” balloons above the headboard, thrown rose petals around and placed several boxes of condoms on the nightstand. Mick and your laughter echoed around the room at the sight. “Well,” he smirked broadly “we won’t be needing these” he grabbed the condoms and chucked them off the bed and on to the floor. It was a little soon to start family planning - it being your literal wedding night - but you loved how eager he was to have children with you so it made you smile.

Mick’s hands worked to unbutton the tiny row of buttons on your lower back. His lips continually kissing the nape of your neck as he did so. The dress you wore had been designed to your exact taste and now, with how long it was taking to get you out of the gown you regretted choosing so many God damn buttons. When finally there was enough undone you had room to shimmy out of it. Mick pushed the straps down your arms and held your hand to help you step free of your white fabric confines. Mick’s hands were then on you. Finally. They were hot and large and you had dreamed about them for weeks. He used them to turn you round to face him. His eyes taking in the lingerie you had picked out for him - sans bra because your backless dress wouldn’t allow it.

You had already made quick work of Mick’s shirt when you first got into the room but some point when he was undoing buttons he had found time to undo his own so now his trousers were open like an invitation to you. Mick watched you as you placed your hands on his chest and dragged them downward across is taught abs, stopping before where he wanted them most. He used the time to place his hands into your hair, messing it from its perfected waves. In the moments that passed between you, where silence fell, there was the strongest feeling of pure love you had ever felt. Before lust fully consumed you both again and your mouths collided.

Gasping for air Mick pushed you back into the mattress. His body already situating itself between your thighs as he kissed and nipped at the flesh of your neck. You moaned feeling his tongue trail down the valley of your breasts and further down past your navel. “Now this….I’ve been looking forward too.” He smirked as he took up residency between your warm thighs. You let out an slow sigh trying to steady your breathing but anticipation was roaring inside you. You were expecting Mick to remove your white lacy panties but he surprised you. “I do this with my teeth, right?” Immediately you say up on your elbows so you could look down at him. Garter. You had forgotten all about your garter. It was tradition to remove it during the evening but you had decided against because it was a bit too “risqué” for some of the guests gathered. You felt Mick’s hot breath against the inside of your thigh and nodded when he glanced up for your approval. He went for the was a simple embroidered lace and grasped it effortlessly between his teeth. Pulling it down over your knee and further down your calf. He lifted your leg up so your foot rested upon his chest as he finally removed it from your body. The whole action was so erotic. It was enough to leave you panting.

Mick wasted no more time after that. He pulled your panties off quickly after and his own trousers and boxers went along with them. You saw from the starved look in Mick’s eye that he was hopelessly desperate for you. Want consumed the both of you. You felt like you might burst if he didn’t touch you soon, if he didn’t make love to you like he said he wanted too. When Mick separated your legs, making way for his body between them, you remembered you had all night for foreplay and suchlike. You were aching for him now, right now. You couldn’t even think straight. As Mick pulled your leg up around his waist you felt how hard he was as he ran himself up and down your glistening wet folds.

“I love you.” He said as he pressed his lips to yours. couldn’t hide how your body reacted to him. “I love...” He didn’t let you get the words out. He rolled his hips and entered you. A gasp was swallowed by his low moan as he repeated the action. This time giving you all of his length. Your hands found themselves on his shoulders before one slipped up into his hair. His name tumbled from your lips as he set a slow - borderline torturous - pace. It dawned on you what Mick was doing. He was really making you feel him, making you feel the love he felt for you. You felt how deep he was, how stretched around him you were, and how big he really was. It was like you were almost having sex with him for the very first time. “More…” you begged him. Your eyes opening to plead. And he gave you exactly what you wanted. He increased the pace but only subtly. His name flowing out of you as he did so.

Mick took your hand in his. His fingers looping in yours as he pressed yours into the mattress. His mouth was open against your neck, his moans licking at your skin. And while the pleasure was already enough to overcome you suddenly focused on the feeling of the cool metal around Mick’s finger that knocked against yours. It was foreign and strange but it filled your heart. He was yours. Every last part of him belonged to you and you belonged to him. But as you were lost in thought about how it felt being married to him Mick found the sweet spot inside of you. His throbbing tip began repeatedly hitting it with every strong, quick stroke and you knew what he wanted.

The sensation built. Mick had carefully crafted your high. Amongst loud moans and gasps he had built your climax step by step till it was descending upon you now. Mick purred your name. “Look at me.” He added and instantly you did as he wished. You knew all of Mick’s tell tale signs he was close and you felt his hips begin to jolt. But none the less he kept going. The tip of his length teasing you into letting go. Which you felt yourself doing. You let go. Fell off the edge into pure oblivion. A knot formed in your stomach as your body tensed. Your orgasm gripped hold of you. Strong, powerful and intense it was increased tenfold by the feeling that as you came around Mick, he came inside of you simultaneously. Your body felt like you had no control over it as it spasmed and flexed underneath him. You felt the undeniable twitch of his cock as he filled you. It was pure blissful.

As you felt the product of Mick’s high begin to slowly leak from inside of you he lazily drew circles into your shoulder while you lay on his chest. You didn’t need to talk about what had happened moments before - coming together, at the same time, and how that had never happened between you before - because you knew it wouldn’t be the last time you had sex tonight. Mick’s low, soft groan matched the little smirk that playfully danced across his mouth as you began talking about the day and how it was everything you had always dreamed of (and more).

“What made you cry?” There had been several times your husband had welled up during the day but when he turned to see you walking down the isle toward you, he crumbled. Something seemed to break in him and he couldn’t stop himself from crying as he awaited you at the top of the isle. “You took my breath away. I had never seen you look more beautiful than in that moment when you were walking toward me.” It was the perfect, oh-so-Mick response “I saw an Angel and then I got to marry her.” He was saying all the right things and you were struggling not to go for a round two already. “I love you, Mr Schumacher.” Your heart had never felt so full. It was ready to burst.

“I love you more, Mrs Schumacher.”

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car-lozsigns · 2 years

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A few minutes more (pt5)

Synopsis: You and Carlos had crossed paths more than you thought was possible over a short weekend but time was not on your side. A love story that’s about the slow burn and companionship built connection, and how sometimes right place wrong time is the best of the available options

Author Note: I wanted a fluff story to read so decided to write one for myself. So this story will be split between POV and time jumps as they are my favourite to read. The plan is for this to be very slow paced, so if you’re reading this, considered yourself warned that this will not have a quick conclusion.

Length:~2.7k

Warning: Still slow, filler chapter? Planes?

Link to Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7

Part 5

The flight to Singapore felt quick, maybe it was because you knew that you were almost half way home with the next flight much shorter only about 5 or so hours; maybe it was from your layover in Amsterdam and talking to someone who you had connected so well with on that night in October. You weren’t going to admit to yourself which one it was, at least not so blatantly to yourself just yet, but lets just say but you usually were not this energised after being squished in between two snoring people in a metal box hovering in the air for half a day. Over the PA system the announcement that you were descending into Singapore was made, signalling that you only had an hr left to go before your connecting flight. The screens lit up with a loop of transfer flights showing on the screens, you looking to see which gate your connection was scheduled to depart at, which you started to make your way to as your disembarked, following by a few other disgruntled looking passengers obviously on the same one. Unlike your previous stop, you arrived at the gate with plenty of time, well at least 30 mins before you could board which you took the opportunity to switch back on your phone.

Connecting your headphones, you switched back on your music, before typing out a message to your sister who was going to pick you up when you landed. With the airport wifi finally connected, your phone slowly came back to life, notifications trickling through after your time spent in the air. Majority of these were work emails, and you realised because you ended up spending most of your time with Carlos you hadn’t turned on your out of office before getting on your flight. Clearing out those outlook notifications, should have given you a notification free phone, but there were a few from WhatsApp and a few from Instagram. It appears that while you were in the air that Carlos had killed the rest of his time before going to Mexico doing a deep dive of your account.

First up were the insta likes, nothing too unexpected considering your most recent photo posted was from the event that you had met him at. He had liked that picture as well as the song recommendation that you had posted before it. Once again, nothing strange there as music is the best way to connect to others if you don’t have the right words to express your emotions. The surprising one however were the string of likes from photos that were a few years old. One of them from when you had moved overseas, a couple from when you were on holidays with your friends and some dating right back to the beginning of your profile when you were still at uni.

Well, you thought, at least you don’t need to be worried about scrolling and accidentally liking his posts, he seems to have done that to you and intentionally. It was refreshing to see that he wasn’t bothered by the stigma that is attached to old posts, you’ve never been bothered by it, as wasn’t that the point of posting on a social media platform. In your opinion if there is a picture on your profile, giving your permission for it to be viewed, it can be liked, regardless of if it was when it was posted for 5 years ago, it’s still there for viewing. The photos that he had liked didn’t seem to be random. They were from the stories you had shared with him which he evidently did remember and wanted to make it clear he was listening as you had told them. The final instagram notification was a message from him where he had shared back to you a picture of you and one of your friends. It was her 21st birthday which you had captioned at the time “21 years your bestie”. Carlos had worked out this was the friend you had your falling out and had sent this pic to you with a heart followed by, “and she helped you become the person you are today”. You hadn’t thought it was obvious, but scrolling quickly through your page you saw that she was the only one your pictures that weren’t your family or a group of friends. Damn, Carlos had a keen eye.

Before addressing Carlos’ other messages you clicked on his profile, having enough time to look through the collection of pictures this time instead of running to board your flight. Despite his profile not having a picture or a description, his page seemed to reflect a similar lifestyle to yours. Much of his time spent with friends and family, with every photo practically located either on a beach, on the open water or with the sun visibly shining in the corner of the frame. Carlos had talked about being Spanish, and he did speak with a small lilt, however you didn’t think much of it when you were with him. Most of your time was focusing on his stories and not the accent they were told in. You realised though going through his page that every caption was in Spanish as well as comments, not a single word in English.

Damn, there goes that idea of trying to find more out from what his friends had said. You only spoke English, a by-product of the Australian schooling system, you could barely speak your own language let alone fathom another. You made a note to mention it to Carlos to go through where each of his holidays and who was who in the pictures. You shared a like on his most recent pic in the Netherlands, as well as one from his family trip to Mexico at this time last year. You looked up from your phone and saw that people are started to mill around the boarding gate. You turned down the volume of your music and heard over the speaker system that they were starting boarding with priority and a range of seat numbers first. Your row was not in that list so you remained seated, telling yourself that once you open the messages you’ll get ready to board, knowing that this flight wasn’t too full based on those around you waiting with a smattering of empty seats between them all.

6 messages were sitting unopened. The first few were in response to what you had sent while in Europe but not received until you had landed. The first was audio asking you to let him know when you had landed. The next 5 were from him about his own flight. He had taken your request literally, sending you a photo log of each leg of his journey and not just when he arrived. He had sent you pictures of the queue while boarding, the empty seat next to him, a picture of the open ocean with an edge of a beach in sight as his flight was descending and finally another low angle selfie showing him outside in some blaring sun with a thumbs up and sunglasses on. The last one he had followed up and captioned it “made it in one piece”. You couldn’t help but smile stupidly at your phone at the selfie. You returned the favour and shot a selfie of you seated at the gate; headphones on, travel pillow buckled around your neck snuggly against shoulders, eyes crinkled to accompany your toothy grin. Before you could dwell on how tired you looked you hit send, keeping in line with his selfie, even if you think he pulled off a long haul flight looking a lot less worse for wear than you had.

The queue had dropped back to only a few people with most people already boarded the plane. You gathered your backpack and boarding pass and made your way to your row, well and truly ready to start the last flight home. You settled yourself down, phone already on aeroplane mode and eye mask in hand ready to snooze upright if you needed to. This time more luck was on your side with no one sharing the row giving you all the space to lie across the four seats instead of trying to sleep vertical.

You didn’t look to check what time it was in Mexico, but you weren’t expecting a response as quickly as you had received one. Carlos’ phone lit up while he was laying by the pool in the villa his family was had rented for the trip. Seeing the screen illuminate, Carlos practically jumped from his seat as if he had been shocked, physically standing up to pick the phone up, hoping that it was you who had messaged him.

He typed back a quick response, hit send and started to type out a longer one. He stopped mid-sentence, deleted his paragraph and decided to hit call instead. He knew you were at the airport so you should have time to talk, he had looked up the time it would be in Singapore, seeing it wasn’t too late he tried to call, it going unanswered twice. Carlos’s hopes dropped a little, disappointed you had ignored him, putting it down to you not wanting to talk before your flight. Carlos however had jumped to the wrong conclusion, you very much would have answered the phone, however after your boarding pass was scanned in, you had already turned your phone off, as you didn’t think there was any chance of Carlos replying soon, let alone instantaneously which he had tried.

He realised that the missed calls didn’t connect through as delivered, meaning you were back in the air. He put his phone down dejectedly and went back to staring out at the pool. He picked up his phone once more to check what the flight time would be and upon seeing it was 5 hrs, Carlos knew he had to distract himself, even though it was his first day of his family trip, he knew that unless was physically doing something with others or a task that would be difficult with his phone in hand, he’d be sitting down all day just staring at it to light up with your name. Can’t wait for a text on a jet ski Carlos thought, so he walked back into the villa to find his dad and see if he would be up for going around the bay with him for the afternoon. His dad never passed up an opportunity to spend time with his son, considering how when he was younger Carlos Sr was away most of his son’s childhood doing his own racing. Seeing his son travel across the world for F1 made him reflect on how much he had grown up, how much he had missed seeing as well as his own time in his twenties and how at Carlos’s age, he was already married and had their eldest child. Carlos Sr agreed to help his son start getting the jet-ski’s prepared while Carlos Jr found himself thinking if you had ever jet skied or not.

This leg of the trip you had managed to sleep better than the long haul. Spreading out across 4 seats had felt like a cheater’s version of business, telling yourself next time you go on a long flight to save up and see if you could swing a reclining seat, first class was out of the question but surely you could squeeze in business for one of the legs or maybe premium economy. Stretching and then moving to sit upright in your seat, you saw that the other passengers were waking up slowly too, the lights from the windows removing their automatic dim, letting in the early morning sunshine into the cabin. You had missed this. Sure the UK had summer, where the sun made an appearance every few weeks, but nothing tugged at your heartstrings like the biting Australian heat and sun. You were a summer person through and through, which definitely didn’t help you trying to beat you SADs this year. Seeing the morning sun and catching a glimpse of the ocean and rural coastline through one of the windows at the end of your row meant that you were close to landing, the pilot coming over the sound system confirming your expected landing time at your destination. Although the warmth of the cabin was welcome, you felt exceptionally sticky, irritable and groggy. The leggings and hoodie had been a great idea when leaving Europe but in Australia you were dressed for completely the wrong season. You realised as well that the shirt underneath Carlos’ jumper was also long-sleeved which would not help you feel any cooler once you had landed. You wondered if your sister would be ok with driving you home with you sitting in just your bra and leggings.

You flicked your phone back on, seeing if you had reception at this altitude, which you did not. Regardless, you typed out a message to your sister who would be picking you up , hitting send so that once closer to the airport it would deliver.

Once disembarked from the plane, you made your way through to customs, with your phone now again, coming to life. Your sister had got your message and would be waiting for you at arrivals. You also saw you had two missed calls and messages from Carlos, checking the time of them you thought it must have been just before your flight took off. Snapping back a pic of the queue at customs, you let Carlos know you had landed safe and that you planned on sleeping when you got home to get through the jet lag if your sister could hold off chatting for long enough. Phone back in pocket you progressed through customs, collected your bags and made your way through to the arrival hall. First person out of the archway was your sister, standing as close as she physically could without jumping the barricade to the arrivals.

“Y/N” she shouted, just in case you had missed her, which no-one arriving could of as she was waving her arms obnoxiously, letting everyone else know that she missed her loved one more than all of them combined. You jogged the small distance between you, as fast as the heavy suitcase rolling behind you would allow. You embraced her as tightly as you could her commenting in your ear ”Urgh you smell like plane, lucky I love you and have air freshener in the car” You laughed at her comment but the chuckle caught midway through you throat. You knew you had missed her this past 6 months, but you didn’t think it was enough to start crying in public which you had. You tried to stifle the happy sob in her shirt, but the thin white cotton did nothing to stop the sound escaping.

“I know you missed me but no need to get tears all over me! If I wanted a shower I’d have one at home, I don’t need your tears to do that!” she teased, but you heard the emotion in her voice. Sensing she had her own tears stuck in her throat, you made to pull away but she just pulled you in closer in order to mask her own emotions of having her best friend in her arms again. You finally managed to pull out from her grasp and with one of your hands wiped the last of your tears from your cheek but promptly wiping them on your sisters shirt loosely hanging off her broad shoulders. The loving smile finally dropping from her face before replaced with the threat of “Alright back on the plane you go, I forgot how annoying you are, I want to swap with someone else” . Empty threat be as it may, she grabbed your suitcase and you both made your way out of the airport finally on your way home.

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amaranthineghost · 24 days

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THE MIGHTY HAS FALLEN (BUT YOU'LL RISE AGAIN, LOVE) ( max verstappen. )

max verstappen x reader

after a tough race cut short, max pushes away any person around him, but not her. never her. she always picks up the pieces to put him back together.

authors note: I love max. I know he's not the self-deprecating typa guy, but in this, he is, OKAY. charles is after this <333

HE WAS A BOMB. the fuse getting shorter and shorter every minute that his patience was tested. everything around him seemed to irritate him more and more as he tried to keep himself from exploding, for pr's sake.

he just wanted to avoid the media all together, for obvious reasons, but he was contractually obligated to give his words to the journalists under the media tent. putting him under a microscope and asking questions that had an undertone of scrutiny in hopes of catching him break. he was close, but he wouldn’t.

it hadn’t even been a fault of his own, he rarely made those anymore. the car had caught fire, but not due to a mistake he had made, and even if it had been, he wouldn't have admitted it anyways. still he felt the guilt of his lack of performance, beating himself up after every question asked about his car and what had happened.

it was just stupid. the questions were stupid. the car was stupid. this whole race was stupid.

the pressure to perform, even in the best car on the grid, was high. despite his seat being secured for plenty of years to come, he still had expectations to meet and records to break.

it was obvious to everyone that max was hard on himself every time he didn't perform his best, his girlfriend especially noticing when she’d find him in his very luxurious driver's room sulking at even the slightest of a mistake made by him.

it didn't happen often, but when it did, she'd been there for him. he knew that.

he wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and never be seen again because world champions don't make stupid mistakes.

even if this hadn't been a mistake he made, he should've known. even if there was no possible way he could’ve, he should've.

he was raised to believe that he was only deserving if he had been first, that he was destined to fail after every second place or worse finish.

so it wasn't surprising when he thought he didn't deserve her. in comparison, or more like his eyes, she was simply perfect.

and she understood him, which not many people could because he wouldn't let anyone pick apart his brain like she did.

he locked his thoughts and feelings in the dark that shrouded his mind from early childhood trauma. he promised he would never let anyone see.

but he was never great at keeping such promises because it hadn't taken much for her to pick the lock to his brain. even though he wasn't ready to spill every detail of his upbringing to her, he trusted her.

and he didn't get to do that all too often.

the media had been brutal—he knew they would be—and yet it still crushed his mentality and faith in himself.

with his race suit around his waist despite having time to change beforehand, he walked through the paddock in shame at the early retirement.

it wasn't like this determined the outcome of his career because the next race, he'd be back on top. he didn't feel so sure of it though because all his thoughts were on this failure. what if he failed the next race?

what if he failed the whole season? what if he fails her?

unlikely, the people know, but he had so much confidence which had so easily crumbled when it got a little too hot. he wasn't sure of himself anymore.

anyone could see the turmoil bubbling underneath his skin, harsh waves crashing in the ocean of his blue eyes as he pushed past anyone and everyone.

the walk through the paddock was short, considering the red bull motorhome was the first of ten. max hastily entered through the automatic doors, skipping steps as he was eager to hide out in his driver's room.

he felt the eyes of the staff follow him down the hall until he disappeared quickly around the corner. he didn't want to be seen by anyone.

the door to his driver's room closed as fast as it was opened, but much louder. she heard the slam of the door echo down the hallway.

she didn't flinch, she just calmly greeted staff with smiles and left a bag of sweets on the table for them. she always brought something for the team, to celebrate every victory and despite this not being one, they still deserved it for working hard.

since she had gotten there not too long after him, she lingered around the lobby. she didn't want to be waiting around for him to show up and have him brush her off because he wasn't in the right headspace.

he would never mean to dismiss her, and she knew to give him at least a little time to himself to think and process things. she couldn't give him too much time though because she didn't want his self-deprecating thoughts to eat away at his confidence.

from what she analyzed from the staff and their demeanor, he'd probably caught them off guard when he slammed his door.

she wouldn't apologize for his behavior because she would make him do it when he cooled down.

so she hung around and made small talk with the sparse staff around to allow max a few minutes to himself before excusing herself down the hall.

she had a bomb to defuse after all.

the clack of her heels on the hard floors bounced off the walls, but she walked quietly enough so max didn't hear her coming. he knew she would though. he knew she would find him with his head in his hands, barely covered in sweat because he didn't race for more than three laps.

his face was still flush with disappointment though. he didn't want her to see him like this even though she was with him during his last disappointing race, but even though his singaporean grand prix finish wasn't great, at least he hadn't been out of the race.

max hadn't DNF’d in two years because he was simply just that good, and he still is. he just didn't feel like it.

his hands pressed so hard against his eyes, the blood vessels in them would have popped if he pushed any harder. he had taken off his red bull hat, he felt he didn't deserve the number one right now. it was thrown lazily onto the makeshift bed in his driver's room.

the room was practically silent, every so often interrupted by a deep sigh of disappointment that escaped his lips. he had sat there for a good couple or minutes, sulking.

when she reached his door, she held the bouquet of flowers she always got for him close to her body with one arm while she raised the other to knock. her hand only slightly hesitated before her fist made contact with the door and a few seconds later, she tried entering. it was locked, which was usual whenever he was brooding.

at first, when max heard the knock, he thought of all the people last on his list that he would want to see right now, but on the bottom of the list was the person he wanted to avoid the most right now.

his dad.

their relationship was rocky. he never supported max at any place unless it was on the very top of the podium, and even then max thought he looked unpleasant.

“go away,” was all max could mutter through his hands as his heart started to pick up the pace.

she sighed, shaking her head with a smile pulling at her lips, “max.” it was all she needed to say.

part of him didn't want to let her in, he didn't want her to see him like this, but he knew she was just as stubborn as him, if not more. he knew she would stand there all day if he didn't open the door to let her in.

and he would always let her in.

she heard the low creak of the sofa she could imagine him sitting on, but not his footsteps while he made his way to the door. she only knew he heard her when the lock clicked and the door slowly opened inwards to reveal the red-faced max verstappen.

she stood staring at him, her head tilted as she studied his face. he didn't move, he just watched her eyes dart around his appearance, and he felt himself getting hot under his fireproofs.

“are you going to let me in, verstappen?” she teased, a sly smile on her lips as she watched her boyfriend roll his eyes.

he scoffed, stepping aside, “don't call me that.”

“what?” she acted innocent, stepping into his driver's room with the fresh flowers, seeing the already prepped vase, “don't call you by your name?”

“you know what I mean.” though he tried to keep a straight face and act like he was still mad, he couldn't keep a smile from creeping onto his lips. she just had that effect.

she heard the door close and lock again as she took the wrapping off and placed the flowers in the vase. she shrugged at his words, her back still towards him, but she knew he had sat back down.

“you didn't have to get those,” he mumbled, “didn't win.”

she sighed, crumbling the wrapping in her hand and throwing it away before walking to where he sat. she stood in front of him as he looked up at her.

even with heels, he was still much taller than her and even though he was sitting, he reached barely below her chin.

she spread her arms to offer a hug to him, which he gratefully took, his arms snaking around the low of her hips. pressed against her chest, her arms wrapped around his head, running her fingers through his hair.

she felt him sigh against her skin, his eyes closing as they stayed like that for minutes without speaking. she felt him caress the bare skin of her thigh with his thumb.

when they finally pulled apart, his hands still laid firmly on her hips, his hair disheveled from the hug. she ran her hands through it to fix it and he only watched as she did so.

when she finally finished after only ten seconds because guy hair is a lot less complicated than women’s hair, he finally spoke up, “why are you dressed so uncomfortably?”

she was slightly taken aback, seeing as he was just moping about his race not even ten minutes ago and now commenting on her appearance. he only assumed she was uncomfortable, but unfortunately his assumption was correct.

“what do you mean?” she looked down at her attire, which isn't so different from the other wags that she hung out with.

his hand snuck around the back of her thigh and pulled up her leg, “I thought I told you to stop wearing heels, you always complain about them.”

“i’m fine,” she said, about to cross her arms, but her balance said otherwise so she settled them on his shoulders for support.

he gave her an incredulous look because every time she wore heels, without fail, she would complain less than an hour into wherever they were that she wanted to sit.

“okay, i admit i can't wait to get these things off,” she let out a deep breath, putting a hand on her hip, “but I'm supposed to be taking care of you.”

she said in his response to take the heels off her feet for her, a simple gesture really, but this was about him.

“do you want to talk about it?” she massaged his shoulders as he threw her heels to the other side of the small sofa.

“nothing to talk about,” he shrugged, “maybe I don't deserve being first.”

she pushed his head to look up at her, shaking her head, “you just don't realize how much you deserve, max. you're a world champion, a three-time one,” she reassured him, “you've won countless races, and you still have the entire season ahead of you. I know you want to, but you can't let one bad race define your season.”

“I know, you're right.” he bit the inside of his cheek as he thought deeply, “but I have to prove myself.”

“you've already done that plenty of times,” she shook his shoulders in emphasis, “besides you'll still lead the championship, unless charles gets p1, but you'll get it right back if that's the case.”

she was right. she always was, he never doubted her. he would never doubt her because she would never lie to him. she always backed up her answers by building up his ego and confidence back up so he was ready to fight it out on the track next race.

whether it took a couple of minutes or hours to bring his mood back up, she'd take her time in making him feel like the champion he was again.

she would take his phone from him, he didn't need to see the articles being written or the missing phone calls from his dad.

all he needed was her and she would always be there.

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🪡The Obvious String

*part of the reverse trope series*

Paring: Lestappen x MercedesDriver!Reader Genre: SMAU/Fluff/Humor Summary: The invisible string was so visible that everyone missed it but them. What are they? Rivals? Friends? Emotional Support Buddies? But they can't be lovers . . . can they?

*I took a lot of inspo from people on twitter. I think this is the most work I've ever done for a chapter before. the tweets alone took almost two hours to do. I absolutely love lestappen so this is super self-indulgent. but that's why I'm a writer. I hope you all enjoy!*

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Lando knew that there was something between the three of them.

Anyone could see that. Instagram, twitter, TikTok, hell even the Formula 1 app was talking about it. The grid was getting very suspicious, but who could blame them.

Max wasn’t putting out the fire by pulling his two childhood friends in as they posed for pictures. Charles couldn’t help but flash his God-given dimples at the Dutchman or the Briton girl. And Y/n, she was just as bad, blush on her cheeks every moment she was around them.

So yeah, everyone was talking. But, no one truly knew what exactly was going on.

And that’s exactly what Lando was going to find out. (With the help of his fellow 16 drivers.)

His first victim: the French bestie of the non-French man.

“I have no clue what is going on between the three,” was the first thing that came out of Pierre’s mouth when Lando showed up to his driver’s room door. The poor McLaren driver hadn’t even gotten a word out.

Lando rolled his eyes. “You have to know something. And you call yourself Charles’s best mate.”

Pierre threw his hands up. “Non, apparently that is Y/n and Max. I’ve been kicked to the side.”

The Alpine driver definitely wasn’t bitter or anything. He was actually thankful that you and Max had been able to keep an eye on Charles when he couldn’t. Knowing that the Monegasque had frequent delf-deprecating thoughts, he felt better that he had the two of you.

Pierre turned to Lando. “Aren’t you supposed to Max’s best friend as well? How would I know something that you don’t.”

Now that made Lando’s brows furrow. He was supposed to be Max’s best friend. And maybe that’s why he felt a bit peeved to not know what was supposedly going on between you, him, and Charles. His arms crossed in front of his chest.

“I’m going to get to the bottom of this,” he muttered, turning away to the door.

The Frenchman scoffed. “Good luck mate. We’ve been trying since 2019.”

“We?”

Lewis was not expecting the numerous knocks at his door during media day. The Briton held his breath, willing the unexpected visitors to give up and go away. Yet, a sigh left his lips once the knocking started up again. He pulled himself off of his couch and walked over.

When the door swung in, two bodies brushed against his side.

His eye brows raised. “Yes, welcome. Come right in. Oh, thank you Lewis for allowing us to disturb your peace.”

Lando chewed his lip. “Yeah, thanks man.”

Pierre took a look around the room. “Thank you Lewis.”

The papaya clad driver took a seat exactly where Lewis’s had been sitting, which cause Lewis to glare at him.

“And why are the two of you here?”

Pierre huffed, looking at the pictures on Lewis’s wall.

“Ask him.” A finger pointed at Lando, making the Briton look up from his phone.

“Oh yeah. Do you know. . . ”

Once again, Lando couldn’t even finish his sentence because Lewis interrupted him.

“No, I don’t know what’s going on between Y/n, Max, and Charles. Honestly Lando, no one knows and I don’t think they know either.”

Lando leaned his head back and groaned.

“But how could they not? They all make goo-goo eyes at each other. And it’s worse on the podium.”

“At least you haven’t bit on the podium with two-thirds of the groups. It’s insufferable man. They can’t go without talking about each other for more than a few moments.”

A laugh left Pierre’s lips. “Oh yeah. It’s always ‘Y/n was so strong on corner 2’ or ‘Pierre, did you see how Max overtook Checo?’ And then ‘Oh Charles was told to stay behind again. He really needs to ignore them.’ It makes me want to puke every time.”

Lando scratched his chin. “Now that I’m thinking about it, you’re right. It was like how Max and Charles completely ignored me in China. They kept looking at Y/n below!”

The last few words had a slight whine to them. Charles had been quick enough to catch Checo on the last lap, and placed himself in P3 after Lando.

The Alpine driver looked lost. “Lewis, you’ve been Y/n’s teammate for almost three years. How can you not know anything.”

All he got was a glare back.

“Like I said, Gasly, I don’t even think they know something is going on. It’s pathetic honestly.”

Lando put his head in his hands. “She must be pining. Don’t you two do girls night or at least something like that?”

“Lando, she spends all her free moments with Max and Charles. How can she be pining to me if she doesn’t leave their side.”

It was quite for a moment before Lando snapped.

“I’ve got it. If we want grid gossip, we got to go to the source.”

“No Lando, I don’t know if Max, Charles, and Y/n are in a secret relationship. And I don’t think they think of each other like that.”

The groan that Lando let out was so loud it made a couple of people look their way. George, the tall, lanky Briton was set to take Lewis’s seat for 2025 after two years in Williams. The driver pool was going crazy.

Logan was returning to Formula 1 with HAAS after a brief sabbatical and would be a teammate pair with Oliver Bearman. Nico and Daniel of all people were going to Audi. Liam was set to take the second Red Bull seat. And Carlos, well, no one really knew, but rumors said that he was going to return with Audi when they caught up with the regulations in 2027.

The McLaren driver was close to pulling his curls out.

“But George.”

Lando was now full on whining. George seemed exasperated and shrugged.

“We’re not that close anyway. We aren’t even teammates yet. And you knew how she yelled at me that one time that my car scraped a hole in Max’s car.”

The group of four winced at the memory.

Max had just finished yelling at George, calling him every name under the sun. And then you had shown up to double it. The Williams, well, now Mercedes driver, was thankful that Charles had shown up to drag the two of you away.

Lewis looked a bit pale.

“Yeah. I don’t think she’s fully forgiven me for Silverstone 2021.”

Lando turned to Lewis. “But they were all still fighting at that point. Remember the whole unfollowing they did in 2019?”

Pierre snorted. “Of course we remember. That doesn’t mean that they didn’t still care about each other. You know that Charles and Y/n were the first ones to congratulate Max after he won the championship in Abu Dhabi. And then her and Max practically tackled Charles in Japan in 2022. I don’t even want to imagine when Y/n wins her championship.”

Lando ran a hand down his face.

“Well, if Pierre doesn’t know, Lewis and George don’t know. Then who would?”

George cocked his head.

“Have you asked Daniel? You know that he and Max are pretty close.”

Lando’s eyes widened. “Why did I not think of that. George I could kiss you!”

George’s face scrunched. “No thank you. I don’t want to be anywhere near your lips.”

Lewis was already at the door, wanting to get a move on. “Let’s go. George you’re coming too. If we get to the bottom of this, you’re going to have to learn how to deal with all three.”

A shudder ran down George’s spine. He did not want to imagine the horror of sharing a podium with all of them. He’s heard enough stories.

When they got to Daniel’s motorhome, the Australian was peacefully talking with Oscar. Lando had run up to them and was currently hunched over, trying to catch his breath.

“Do,” inhale, “you two,” exhale, “know if,” inhale and heave, “there’s something,” exhale, “going on,” inhale, “with. . .”

Daniel sighed. “Max, Charles, and Y/n?”

Lando shot up, eyes full of hope. Lewis nodded next to him.

“Yes! Do you?”

The older Aussie wanted to smirk as he saw hope fill the group’s faces. He nodded a bit, and Lando looked like someone told him that his birthday and Christmas had come early.

“No.”

The McLaren driver fell to the ground. Pierre smacked Daniel on the shoulder.

“Why would you do that!”

Now Lewis was the one whining.

“Because it was funny. Mate, they’ve been like this since Max joined in 2018. Even then, it was worse than whatever this is.”

The Mercedes driver of the group let out another groan for what felt like the millionth time in that hour.

“Max was insufferable in 2018. Taking his sim everywhere so that he could game and race with them online. And the multiple phone calls. I think Max partied harder for Charles’s F2 champion win and Y/n’s F3 championship than his first race win.”

“Ok, but that’s kind of cute.”

All eyes landed on Oscar.

The younger Aussie’s eyes bulged. “What?”

Daniel pointed a finger at him. “If Max hears you say cute in any way, shape, or form that is distinctly near his name, he will come after you.”

An audible gulp was heard.

Lando had begun to pace. “Well, if I don’t know, Pierre doesn’t know, Lewis doesn’t know, George doesn’t know, Oscar doesn’t know, and Daniel doesn’t know, then who would know?”

Everyone looked a little lost.

“Aha!”

The two papaya drivers jumped out of reflex. Lando’s head turned violently toward Lewis.

“What!”

He held his phone up with a contact showing.

“We call Seb.”

“Lewis, like I’ve told you. Charles hasn’t told me anything.”

For the sake of everyone around in the paddock, they held in their groans.

“But Seb, you were practically Charles’s grid-dad. You have to know something!” Daniel said, face nearly in Lewis’s phone, as if Sebastian could hear him better.

A sigh was heard through the speaker.

“Charles was nothing less than a terror in 2019. I think the calmest anyone has seen him was 2018 when his car didn’t go fast enough for him to catch anyone.”

Lewis hummed. “That’s true.”

“Because everyone there should know that 2019 was the year of them. Every headline was all about them. And don’t get me started on when they had that big fight. I had to hear everything about it every. single. weekend.”

Daniel nodded. “It was the same with Max. If Fernando was here, he could say the same for Y/n since she was still racing with Alpine at the time.”

Oscar had completely forgotten about Fernando being Y/n’s teammate for half a season before she made the jump to Williams to replace Kubica to race alongside Nicholas Latiffi. The young Aussie had looked up to the older female when he was making the decision to leave Alpine. She had personally congratulated him on the move and gave him a wink. Well, had tried to before Max and Charles dragged her away.

Sebastian had gone quiet over the phone.

“Has anyone actually asked them if they’re together or not? Instead of just asking everyone else about a matter that deeply involves the three of them?”

Their silence had answered for them.

Lando grabbed Lewis’s phone out of his hand.

“Thank you Seb! We’ll get right on it!”

“Hey!”

It was too late and Lando had already hung up and was passing the phone back to his fellow Briton.

“Guys, we can’t ask them.”

“What!” Pierre yelled.

“Think about it. If we just go and ask, they’re going to make excuses. We won’t get a right answer.”

“Lando, you’re being unreal. Let’s just go ask them,” George said.

“Ask them what?”

The six of them jumped out of their skin at the new arrival of a familiar voice. Lando froze before slowly turning around, to come face to face with you, Charles, and Max, all looking cozy for media day.

“Uh, nothing?” Lando squeaked out, eyes darting around so he wouldn’t have to look at the trio.

Max snorted. “Doesn’t sound like nothing to me.”

He took a sip of his Red Bull.

Daniel looked panicked. “We were just wanting to ask, uh, Lewis and Nico if they had forgiven each other yet?”

“Hey!”

Charles raised his eyebrows. “Why do you seem so unsure? And Lewis is right there mate. Kind of rude to talk about his problems in front of him.”

“Thank you Charles.”

The Monegasque hummed as he turned to Max. His mouth dropped.

“Max, I thought I told you to stop drinking that stuff. It’s bad for your heart.”

The Dutchman shrugged and took another sip, just to spite the Ferrari driver. You rolled your eyes, knowing a playfight was just around the corner.

Oscar’s eyes narrowed as he looked over the trio’s choice of outfits.

“Y/n, are those Charles’s cloud pants? Charles is that Max’s cap? And Max is that Charles’s Monza hoodie.”

The arguing that was beginning to build between the two male drivers suddenly stopped. Your eyes widened as you jerked your head toward them.

Sure enough, Charles’s hat was not bright red and it had the number 1 on it, something that Charles lost to Max in 2023. You leaned back to look at the hoodie Max was wearing, and indeed it had the iconic podium scene on the back of it. The two males looked toward your pants. The bright white clouds seemed to stare back at them.

“Uh, yes?” you asked. “But we share clothes all the time. It’s not a big deal.”

Max and Charles nodded before Charles was hit with a thought.

“Oh, chéri, I forgot to tell you that your dry cleaning was picked up a few hours ago and is back at the hotel,” he said as he looked at his phone, completely missing the six pairs of wide eyes that were now looking at him.

Max smirked as he leaned over and kissed the top of Charles’s head.

“Thank you schatje.”

This time, a whine came from you.

“I’m being left out,” you muttered, crossing your arms. However, the two were not having it and quickly brought you into their arms.

Lando stared, blinked, and stared some more before he rubbed his eyes. He completely believed that the three would disappear when his hands lowered, but he caught Max in the middle of kissing your lips.

“WHAT?”

You turned back to the group.

“Are you all fine?”

Lewis threw his hands up. “I’m done. Call me when we need to go to the media.”

The door opened quickly, allowing Lewis to slip out.

Pierre looked a bit pale. “What? When? Where? Why?”

Charles shrugged. “We’re together. After my championship. The hotel. We love each other.”

Daniel sighed. “So you’ve been together since 2022?”

Max rolled his eyes. “No.”

“But Charles just said his championship!” Oscar explained, hands outstretched.

It was your turn to smile. “His F2 championship. We’ve been together since 2017.”

A long sigh came from Lando. “I think I need to sit down.”

Daniel’s door swung back open, revealing Lewis once again. He also seemed out of breath. His hands were on his knees for a bit until he straightened back up.

“You’re telling me that you three have been together SINCE 2017!”

You nodded. “Yes.”

Pierre pouted. “But what about 2019?”

The three of you winced in a synchronized matter. With a quick look, Max was the one to sigh. His hands dug into the front pocket of the cozy, black hoodie.

“Long story short, we took a small break until Y/n won in Brazil. We all got our heads out of our asses and apologized.”

Oscar rose an eyebrow. “Then why haven’t you followed each other back on Instagram.”

A snort from you made the two men chuckle. You simply shrugged your shoulders.

“Too lazy? We don’t feel like breaking the internet.”

Lando took a seat on Daniel’s couch. “Why haven’t you told anyone?”

Charles ran a hand over his face. “Lando, we race in countries where people are killed for being homosexual. We can’t risk anything.”

The air suddenly took a solemn turn as the McLaren driver nodded, truly taking in the situation. Charles chewed his lip in anxiety, while Max picked at his fingers. You were looking at the group.

“You won’t tell anyone right?”

Suddenly, everyone felt bad for wanting to find out. They had pushed the three to confess something that they might not have wanted people to know about at that time. What a group of friends they were.

Lando hung his head. “We won’t. I’m sorry that we asked about it before you three were obviously ready to tell someone.”

Another snort left Charles’s lips as his hand rested on his mouth. Max had a shit-eating grin on his face, you had one to match.

Pierre looked at them with a skeptical expression. “Something to tell us?”

Max’s shoulders raised. “People know. You aren’t the first ones to know.”

Lewis sighed, shoulder sagging. George put a hand on the older Briton’s shoulder, trying to offer some comfort. Lando looked close to losing it. His hazel eyes narrowed at the trio.

“Then . . . who knows?”

Charles’s eyes looked up a bit as he started to count.

“Uh, Christian, Fred, Toto, Kimi.”

You pulled out his fingers and counted.

“Jensen, Mark, uh, Nico.”

Lewis looked like he wanted to pass out.

Max smirked.

“Oh, and Seb.”

There was silence amongst the group.

“Oh he is so dead.”

“Lando you can’t kill Seb!”

“Sorry Lewis, but this is his fault!”

“Calm down Lando. You’ll lose your seat.”

“Oscar, I just want to talk to Seb. Who has his phone number?”

“I am not giving you his number Lando.”

“I’m not asking you Lewis. Daniel, I know you have it.”

You smiled in Max and Charles’s arms as Lando started to get physical, trying to grab Daniel’s phone.

You leaned up, immediately being engulfed in Max’s aftershave. “Should we stop them?”

Charles leaned a bit forward to look at his two lovers. A soft smile formed on his face, before a smirk replaced it.

“Nah.”

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Book Club

Pairing: The grid x driver!reader, Lance Stroll x reader

Summary: A wild goose chase ensues when you are at a meeting with your book club

requests are open (plz send some, i can’t keep only getting ideas while driving 🥺) masterlist

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“Guys, have you seen y/n?” Lance panics, rushing into the McLaren garage. It’s not the first time his girlfriend had disappeared from her garage but he’s always been able to find you a few steps away.

“She’s missing?” Lando leaped out of his chair. “Come on, Oscar, we gotta find her,” Lando drags his teammate out of the garage, following Lance to the Mercedes garage to find George.

“Any y/n sightings?” a very stressed out Lance asks.

“No, but now I am invested,” the Brit tags along in the search, hopping over to the Ferrari garage.

“Mes amis, you seem stressed,” Charles says, looking up from his book.

“Y/n is missing, Lance can’t find his girlfriend,” Oscar sighs, not sure why he isn’t leaving the group.

“No, we must join the quest, Charles,” Carlos says, clapping his teammate on the shoulder.

“Alright, only for y/n,” Charles, like oscar, begrudgingly agrees to join the ‘noble quest’.

Meanwhile, y/n is sitting on the couch, wearing a chunky cardigan and a pair of fashion glasses, sipping tea.

“No, Lizzy was clearly in love with Darcy even then,” Fernando waves his hands. This month’s book was Pride and Prejudice.

“Sure, Fernando,” Valtteri rolls his eyes.

The book club, affectionately called ‘The Old Drivers Club’ started when y/n barged into the Haas garage, claiming she needed their opinions and that she was tired of all the young drivers. Despite her being only 21, she found a home with some of the older drivers in the Paddock. The club consisted of her, Fernando, Valtteri, Kevin, and Nico. Lewis wanted to hold on to his youth, as he claimed, and Checo didn’t quite care for their gossip sessions.

“I still don’t understand how you can go from a 20 year old party animal to a 80 year old grandma overnight,” Kevin teases the young girl, bringing up a common point of conversation (usually her complaining about the younger drivers).

“And I don’t understand how you all don’t find Nico attractive? If I was ten years older, I would be all over him. God damn, what a fine man,” you swoon, causing the German to blush fiercely.

“Yes, yes, someone who could outshine Charles Leclerc in his prime,” Fernando dismisses it with the wave of his hand. You giggle and refocus on the book discussion.

“Nando,” you prompt him, silently asking him to go to the next topic.

“Alright, alright, let’s discuss what was probably y/n’s favorite scene, the confession scene. The second one, not in the rain,” Fernando says, and you shyly look down, the older drivers knowing you too well.

“Max, Checo, have you seen y/n?” Lance asks, even more flustered, half the grid behind him.

“Y/n? Why do you ask?” Max says, looking at his teammate.

“She’s missing!” Lando exclaims causing Checo to laugh.

“No, no. She’s with her book club, in the Haas motor home. I sometimes join them, interesting gossip, but not quite for me, no,” Checo says, looking oddly at the group.

“Her- her book club?” Lance asks, utterly confused.

“Si. Lewis has been invited too, but he claims he is too young,” Checo laughs to himself.

“Sorry mate, a book club?” George asks, a little offended he was never invited.

“And gossip? I’m a little offended I’ve never been invited,” Pierre gasps.

“Well? Is that all,” Max asks, wanting the group to leave his garage.

“Right, well I guess we go to Haas,” Carlos says, quickly thanking the Red Bull drivers.

“VALTTERI!” Your astonished gasp is heard from outside. Your group had moved on to what some think is the more enjoyable part of the evening, the gossip.

“Y/n! Oh thank god, we were worried sick,” Lando dramatically says at the doorway, having opened the door, revealing your group. The five of you look at the other group wildly confused.

“Worried sick?” You ask, looking at them.

“You were missing, I couldn’t find you,” Lance scratches the back of his neck, a little confused.

“I,” you pause before laughing. “Lancelot, you could’ve texted me,” you tell him.

“Why weren’t Pierre and I invited?” George asks, looking accusingly at your group.

“You don’t fit the criteria,” Kevin says, dismissing the question.

“And y/n does?” Pierre asks.

“Yes. When she sits upside down on your couch to gossip and complain about you all, and ask for life advice, then we might consider it,” Nico shakes his head.

“She is the founder of our group,” Valtteri points out.

“You also have to find young Nico attractive, more than current Charles,” Fernando teases, causing the young girl to blush.

“He was!” You defend yourself, and Carlos nods in agreement.

“Your girlfriend, mate. I’m surprisingly glad I tagged along,” Oscar says to Lance, pretty amused at the chaos.

“Out of curiosity, what is your next book?” George asks, your face lighting up.

“We are on a classics kick right now, so we are reading the No Fear version of Romeo and Juliet,” you say excitedly causing George and Charles to groan.

“We can’t join?” Charles asks again.

“Sorry, Leclerc, only room for one hot driver here,” Nico winks at you, causing your cheeks to redden.

“HEY!” most of the drivers in the room take offense to it, Lando mainly because the wink was directed at his girlfriend.

“Alas, if only you didn’t have a wife and kid, and I was ten years older,” you sigh, shaking your head.

“In another life, Mein Liebchen,” Nico sighs as well.

“Alright, I’m stealing back my girlfriend,” Lance pulls you away.

“Lancelot,” you giggle, waving goodbye to your book club.

“It is in these moments that I remember how young she is and how old we are,” Fernando sighs, Lewis taking your seat.

“My bones ache more and more each day, mate,” Lewis shakes his head.

“Welcome to our club, have the first act read by the next race,”

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love-belle · 1 month

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every dead end street led you straight to me !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which no one knows how they're both each other's daylight.

for when you find the one you were meant to find all along. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // f1 drivers x platonic!driver!fem!reader // milo manheim x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - i am SO sorry for leaving u all but i had my finals going on and now i am DONE with school i just have my college entrance exams left and then im free free FREEEEEE !!!! i love u all sm thank you <333 i hope u like this !!

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#f1 x reader #f1 x female reader #f1 imagines #social media au #fake instagram imagines #charles leclerc x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #lando norris x reader #oscar piastri x reader #f1 x platonic!reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au #f1 imagine #f1 grid x reader #f1 x female driver

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cartierre · 1 month

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SEE YOU AGAIN | logan lerman

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU logan lerman x fem!driver!reader

side note: logan lerman the man you are side note pt2: the beginning is basically just a lot of twitter threads excuse me

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yourusername to you he's percy, to me he's that guy that follows me around the world sometimes to watch me drive a car around squiggly circles

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user3 not her dismissing logan's whole career as an actor to just percy jackson ⤷ user4 omg people these days can't take a joke anymore

user5 is this how i find out logan has instagram?

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loganlerman Waking up next to my best friend and now fiancée this morning has me looking forward to waking up next to my wife in the future. I love you, Y/N.

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maryleclerc · 11 months

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𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 — charles leclerc

pairing: prince!charles leclerc x reader

summary: just another version of 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫, prince charles leclerc cheated on his wife and confessed

author note: NO HATE TOWARD CHARLOTTE SINE !

read the my royal series here

au: this is my first time write a full one-shot or long imagine so please forgive me if i made any mistake. would be great if you can give some opinion, advice after reading this 🫶🏻 there no part 2 of this, and i might delete it anytime so not sure if i will keep it or not

warning: english is my native language, use google translation, grammar mistaken. but i won’t call it a part of the 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 series, i made cause so much people wanted to read it so it’s going to be a sad end, please if you don’t like this end… scroll or just don’t read it at all. love ya!)

Charles and I have been married for 3 years, we have a 2 years old son together, according to the royal plan arranged for both of us, as it was plan today we will got to Italy because in a few days we will attend the F1 Grand Prix race in Italy this year but it coincides with the wedding date of my best friend in London, not wanting to let the Italians down because of the broken promise. We have decided, Charles going to attend the race in Italy in the next few days, me and Christian are going to attend my best friend wedding in London.

"Morning mon amour, is Christian awake yet baby?" Charles asked me and came up to where I was standing and kissed my forehead, he has been act to strange for the past few month he use to to kiss me on the lips every morning and before bedtime. But now he only kiss me once or sometime he does not kiss me at all.

"He haven’t, can you help me wake him up handsome?" I look up and smile at Charles and kiss him on the lips.

“Of course i can.” He replies and leaves his phone on the table before goes into our son room, Christian to wake him up.

Just a few seconds after Charles walked into our son room to wake him up, Charles' phone vibrated constanly. i didn't mean to see who’s texted him at first but because it kept vibrate so I thought maybe it was something to urgent and needed my husband so I walked over to grab Charles phone but right at the moment i pick it up, the phone lights up once again and the name Kristiana Bailee was pop up in his phone screen… It’s his ex girlfriend, the famous actress Kristiana Bailee

Everything would've been fine if she hadn't sent another text message saying, "Can't wait to be with you in Italy baby… does your wife know?"

My heart just drop imediatly, don’t know how to react, should i throw his phone away? she even calls my husband baby? and then I heard Charles's voice coming out of Christian's room and I quickly turn off the phone, put it back down and wiped all my tears away before Charles could see it.

I walk over and put breakfast i just made on the table for Charles and Christian and i turned walk straight to our share bedroom. He notice it’s very unusual for me to skip breakfast today, I never skip breakfast because it's so important.

"Wait Y/n, you don't eat breakfast today?" Charles asked

"Yea, i feel a bit dizzy because i couldn't sleep last night, so I'm still a bit tired now, please wake me up at 8am so I can get Christian change and then we have to arrive at the airport on time" I said but still didn't turn to look at Charles, because I was afraid, I was afraid that if I turned to look into those eyes of Charles again I would see those images, the images of Charles looking at her with those eyes, eyes that I thought were only for me.

The clock strikes 8 o'clock Charles wakes me up, I change Christian's clothes and Charles prepares the car to drive us to the airport on time so we can arrive at London on time and Charles will go to Italy to "her" the famous actress. When we got to the airport, Charles hugged me and Christian tightly

“I love you, mon a'mour and have a safe flight” Charles said and kissed me on the lips, I have to kiss these lips because it will probably be the last kiss from Charles that I get, then he kiss Christian once again

“Charles, you have a safe flight too and enjoy the race baby” I smiled and said, does Charles recognize this smile? a sad smile, “Christian say bye bye papa, see you at home.” I turn to Christian. “Bye bye paapa” His cute little voice makes me feel a bit soothed. Before Charles can say anything, I turned away and got into the plane as fast as i can before he can see another tear run down my eyes

As soon as Christian and I arrived in London, our friends were there to pick us up, no matter what, I will make the most of my days in London and just forget everything that happened back to Monte Carlo.

2 days later

After 2 days spending all my energy for my girls wedding day, today me and Christian had to leave London to go back to Monte Carlo and it’s 6am, we’ve to catch a flight in 9am so i think it’s best to get yourself ready while Christian still asleep. I pack mine and Christian lugguage, after finish I open my phone to check who’s texting me in this early morning, one of my other bestfriend Céline back in Monte Carlo just sent me a link and the next she text me “WTF?! Are you okay?”

I click onto that link, and it’s show an images of Charles and Kristiana kissing eachother at Italy Grand Prix.

The i started to read every single word that was exist in that news

“Three years after Prince Charles Leclerc and Princess Y/n married, people whom attended today race at the Formula 1 Italian Grand Prix got caught Prince Charles Leclerc of Monte Carlo kissing another woman, it is none other than actress Kristiana Bailee, it’s known that the two have a history dating but after 2 years together, the two of them decided to end their relationship then Prince Charles Leclerc found the love of his life is Y/n Y/l/n (Princess Y/n of Monte Carlo now) and together they have a 2-year-old son, Prince Christian Arthur of Monte Carlo.

It could be said that this was an affair and this has led to media criticism of the way Prince Charles Leclerc and actress Kristiana Bailee act in public. Accordingly, Princess Y/m is not present at the Grand Prix race in Italy today is because she has to attend the wedding of her close friend in London.

So far, the Royal Family has not made any announcement about this information.”

My heart sink once again, i felt like i cannot breath anymore… they’re now making it public. During the flight from London back to Monte Carlo, I sat with Christian on my lap and pondered over how to react when I met Charles, I might be angry uncontrollably. As soon as I got home from the airport, I saw Charles' car parked at the front gate of the house, so I gave Christian to the babysitter. I went straight into the living room where Charles was sitting, and as soon as I entered I immediately asked Charles.

“Do you love her? Kristiana Bailee” I ask him with a calm voice and show him the images that those people has taken of them kissing, trying to calm myself down cause i just don’t want to hurt anyone while we’re having this kind of converstion

“Y/n, it’s not what its look like, you have to trus-” He start to explain a little, trying to walk across the big sofa to grab me

“Do you fucking in love with her? CHARLES FUCKING LECLERC! JUST FUCKING ANSWER MY QUESTION” I raise my voice at Charles, then bridge of my nose start to feel uncomfortable and a stream of tears ran down my face. Charles hated to make me cry, he once said to me that i don’t deserve who make me cry… but now here he is the one who make my heartbreak into small pieces and cry my eyes out

“I’m so sorry Y/n, and no i’m not inlove with her. I just don’t fucking know why i’ve done all of this shit” He said with a sad, regret voice then i continued to ask him “How long? Charles how long have you and that bitch been doing this behind my back?”

“You know what Charles, never mind” I didn't even care to hear his answer, I turned and walked out of the room with an unbearably gloomy atmosphere. Charles chased after me and grabbed my arm so tight as if I could disappear into thin air at any moment.

“Please don’t leave, Y/n please” Charles begging me to stay and look straight at me into my eyes

“Charles I already know everything, everything from the day you came to Italy Grand Prix, but I still trust that you would never do such things. But when I found out the truth, and also the everything, it really made me extremely disappointed! Why do you do such things that you’ve promise me? do you think our 9 years relationship and 3 fucking years of marriage doesn't mean anything? If you not think about me when you’re with her, you atleast think of our son Christian, how do you think he would feel when he’s old enough and found out that the reason his parents divorced was because his father was secretly FUCKING another woman behind his mother back? and that’s other woman is his father ex lover. It’s hurt me so bad Charles my heart ache everytime i saw those images got posted everywhere on every social platform” I said while crying, Charles look shock when he heard the word “divorce”

“No we are not going to get a divorce Y/n. Hit me, shout at me or do whatever you want but please don’t get a divorce” Charles said, i snapp back “NO CHARLES THERE ARE NO FUCKING WAY TO WORK THIS SHIT OUT ANYMORE, IT’S OVER” I storm out of our house.

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thatsdemko · 10 months

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drought - c.leclerc

masterlist

requested: n

pairings: husband!charles leclerc x wife!fem!reader

warnings: not intended for minors + fingering (f receiving) + minor grammatical errors!

a/n: everyone say thank you to Charles leclerc’s recent photo dump

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

the simulator, the meetings, the practices, the races. it’s never ending exhaustion for Charles as he struggles grappling the seasons horrid start.

he’s thankful to have someone to turn to when times get rough. his lovely wife, you. through thick and thin is what you promised each other, and right now? this was the thin. this was what was starting to tear you both further apart.

Charles spent all his time home at the simulator, or any chance he could, at the factory. you’ve spent dozens of lonely, boring, nights in your shade king size bed.

the picture frame above the headboard is no longer crooked. you’d have time to fix it into place because the reason it fell was the endless nights of sex. the headboard would bang into the wall and eventually the picture, from your wedding night, would either come falling down, or end up sideways on the hook.

it was a reminder of your once thrilling sex life has come to an end. sex was no longer something you both were actively participating in. it was rather you and a vibrator on those lonely occasions.

“headed out?” you ask, picking your head up from your book in your lap. you’d heard his heavy footsteps. his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth searching the right sneakers to wear.

“just to maman’s salon. been awhile.” he says coming into the living room to sit beside you on the couch.

you nod in agreement having not remembered the last time his beautiful brown hair was trimmed. although, you don’t mind the length, and neither did his fans. you’d encouraged him to listen to them, and at the time he laughed. then you showed him why you liked it so much. the ends being tugged between your fingers, ruffled and yanked during sex, he enjoyed the arousal. now, there was no need for it.

“tell her I say hi.” you say, soft smile forming to your lips.

he catches your eyes for a brief second when he looks up from tying his shoes. he takes the quick second to press a kiss to your cheek, “you should come by. maman would love to see you.”

you’d missed pascale. in fact, you missed his whole family. it’d been months since you’d shared a laugh with Arthur, or even held conversation with Lorenzo and his new girlfriend. while you knew the chances were slim to seeing his siblings, you still joined him in the car. it’d been the first time in weeks being in his pista.

his hand dangerously slips across the center console. his thumb strokes the skin your inner thigh that’s exposed from your biker shorts. he’s happy you’ve tagged along, he can’t remember the last time you’ve spent more than two hours together that wasn’t spent sleeping.

“I noticed you fixed the picture above our bed.” he says turning to look at you for a brief second at the stop light. you figured he hadn’t noticed, it was slight change and he rarely slept at home when he had days off. you’re sure he’s seen the toy under your side of the bed if he truly went looking.

“gives you a new challenge again.” you reply back watching the wheel spin under his hands as he pulls into the parking lot. you were finally free from his grip.

he scoffs, putting the car in park, “it was always too easy. it was never a challenge.”

a smirk forms to your lips. your words catching him before he slips out the car, “well you have a new challenge and it’s much better than you’ve been in the past month.”

—

you’re sitting in the chair beside him watching pascale trim the wet ends of his hair. a few fall in his face or around the top of the cape.

she’s happy to see you. in fact, she’s only talking to you the whole time.

she doesn’t notice how you’ve been squeezing your legs together every so often. your one leg is crossed over the other, he sees you shifting in the chair as you answer his mothers questions. he sees how turned on you’ve become watching him.

it’s funny to him. how it’s the most mundane thing ever and it’s got your pussy throbbing for him. all he’s doing is sitting in the chair allowing his mother to cut the dead ends of his hair.

he can tell whatever you were using to get off was not enough. and it was his own damn fault for choosing the simulator or the factory over pleasuring his wife’s needs.

pascale walks away to answer the phone leaving you two alone, and he swivels the chair in your direction, “I did not know this would get you so horny.”

you feel heat spread across your cheeks. you try to pull the neck of the sweatshirt over your face to hide the embarrassment of being caught.

“when we get home—“

“you think I’ll last getting home?” you cut him off before he can propose his plan. his eyes widen, a smirk toys his lips as he shakes his head seeing his mother come back into the room.

“take the keys to the pista, you’re making this hard for me.” he tosses the keys into your lap, “it’s a private parking lot. you can finish what I started.”

“I’m almost done with him. you‘ll be able to go home in no time.” pascale promises and continues to trim his hair. you watch for another couple of minutes and now she’s finally getting ready to blow dry his wet hair.

you can’t watch any longer. you’ve made up an excuse to head to his car and wait out the final minutes. you’ve turned on the air in the car and sat in the passenger seat awaiting his arrival to take you home.

your leg anxiously bounces as you hear him whistling. he opens the passenger door, takes the knob that adjusts the seat, and pushes it as far back as it goes allowing him to kneel in front of your seat.

“Charles what are you doing?” you ask watching him close the passenger door once he’s in. it’s cramped. his head is just inches close to the top of the car, your legs are nearly into your lap and suddenly it’s warm in the car. the air must’ve kicked off after a period of time running.

“taking care of something.” he leans over your lap, letting the back of the seat go as far down as it can. he moves you closer to the edge of the seat, “lift your hips.” he demands and you do as he asks, allowing him to remove your shorts.

“Charles, we can’t do this in your car—“

“nobody is here.” he points out the very obvious. not another car is in this parking lot, and there’s not a single car that has drove down this street since arriving. you were as safe as you could be under the street lights.

“come on, let me treat you right.” he coos, fingers running up and down your thighs, “I did this to you.” he reaches into your lap, fingers toying with the wet material clung to your pussy, a whine threatening at your tongue.

“can I do that? can I touch my wife?”

you nod, unable to speak any words. you push you hips up again allowing him to remove your panties. you spread your legs as far wide as you can. his index finger stretches out across your folds. it’s like a ghost against your skin, you can feel him but barely. a soft whine escapes your lips, you lean back against the seat.

“good girl,” he whispers, “just relax for me.” he says. his index finger wiggles in your entrance. his name rolls off your tongue ever so quickly, and you feel him add a second finger not even giving you a chance to respond.

your fingers go flying into his freshly cut hair, and yank on the short ends. you curse him for what he’s done, and try to grab anything you can while his fingers pump inside of you. he takes his time, discovers every single bit of you like lost treasure. a place he hasn’t tended to in awhile.

sweet whines and moans escape your lips. it’s adorable how quick you were able to fold under his touch. all it ever really took was a swipe of his finger, tongue, or anything else to get your body to fold. you were his in the matter of seconds.

you feel one of his fingers just brush your clit. your back arches, pussy clenching around his fingers. you’re begging him to do it again, and again, until you come.

he doesn’t stop until he notices your legs are visibly shaking, the car is shaking from your bodies response, and until his fingers are met with cum.

“I can’t.” you breathe out, your body itches to exhale the sweet cum he ever so loves. he’s nodding along, encouraging you to come. you throw your body back against the seat, you feel the body of the car move as you do so. sweet delicious cum finally exits your body and so do his fingers.

“that was fun wasn’t it?” he licks his index and middle finger of your cum before pulling your set up close to where it was, and he’s getting out of the car. you quickly pull your shorts back up and double check your hair.

you look him in the eyes when he slides into the drivers seat. you can see the arousal in his pants, a content smile across his face, “don’t worry, you can take care of me when we get home. I’ve got an idea in my mind.”

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paddockbunny · 1 year

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51 and 41 with pierre plz 🤩🤩🤩🤩

S*x Tape

Summary : A drunken confession from Pierre plays on your mind for weeks. You could ignore it but then, embracing it and deciding to do it are much more fun. And Pierre, is absolutely game to make a special little recording. Rating : 18+ Pairing : Pierre Gasly x Reader Word Count : 4, 267 Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, HEAVY ACTION!!!!, PinV sex, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, oral (male & female receiving), spanking, choking kink, consensual recording, listen this is not for the faint of heart. 💞*Authors Note : As you can see from the word count, this is a lengthy imagine but I didn't want to rush it. However, that being said please be respectful that these works aren't quick to write and if you want something in more of a bullet point format please tell me in the request because they will hopefully be answered quicker.

As you looked yourself over in the bathroom mirror you tried to steady your heartbeat. You could see it pounding away in your chest and you watched your boobs rise and fall with a somewhat alarming pace. The underwire of the black lace bra was sort of digging into you but you had specifically chosen it to wear tonight because you knew your boyfriend liked it and as you adjusted it slightly you could practically feel his rough fingers replacing your own and the image of him removing it danced seductively across your mind. The same went for the garter belt that was around your waist and the matching black lace thong that was situated beneath that too. In fact, you could practically feel Pierre’s hands everywhere on you as you stood, hiding in the bathroom, waiting till you had control of your nerves before you made your exit.

The thing was, tonight wasn’t just about sex. It was about a lot more than that and you had spent the past month or so convincing yourself this was a good idea. Just over a month ago, Pierre had drunkenly confessed to you that he would sometimes watch a little porn during race weekends to help him relax and he claimed that he would always try find a girl with your features to help get him off. When he said it you weren’t shocked and in fact the thought of him alone in hotel room working his own cock to the thought of you was an undeniable turn on. But then the idea seemed to grown arms and legs in your mind and you weren’t sure if it was your own filthy brain that got to this point – or if Pierre had expertly planted the idea there himself – but now there you stood, in full lingerie ready to film something with him. Readying yourself to go out into the bedroom and make a sex tape with him for him to watch it instead of porn while he was off in some distant country and horny.

With a breathy “fuck it” leaving your mouth you went toward the door. He didn’t know this was what you had planned. He probably thought you were just getting ready for bed like always. Not knowing you had stashed the lingerie in the bathroom before the pair of you left for dinner. It was a well-planned little plot that Pierre thankfully hadn’t managed to unfurl. He didn’t wonder why you went in first when usually he always got ready for bed first – always claiming you took too long to take your make-up off, do your skincare, hair stuff and he could be in and out after simply brushing his teeth. He didn’t even question why you had closed the en suite door, usually leaving it open because you liked teasing him as you got changed and he could see your reflection in the mirror. He was unsuspecting so you were also a little nervous he wouldn’t actually be up for it either. But as you pulled back the door and said his name softly Pierre’s mouth parted and a shaky little breath escaped from him.

“Whoa…” He had seen you in lingerie before but not to this level, the garter belt, suspenders, impossibly high heels, the full works. Besides, anytime you had worn something like what you were in tonight for him, it never stayed on long enough for him to be able to get the visual stimulation from it. Your eyes stayed on him as his trailed up and down your body and clearly tonight, he was getting that all-important visual stimulation as he suddenly had to move his position in the bed. His hands went straight to his crotch and his hardening cock as you walked out of the bathroom and to the bottom of the bed.

“Do you remember when you told me about watching porn while you were away at a race?” You tried your best to sound as seductive as possible and as Pierre nodded like an innocent little school kid, you knew you were doing a good job. “Well, I thought we could make our own.” You thought about the research you had done – the few hours you had spent on a well-known pornsite trying to work out what the girls did that Pierre would want to see you do too – and so trailed your hands slowly over your lace clad boobs and down your stomach as you waited his response. He didn’t give one verbally but you saw him swallow as his eyes watched your hand and its deliberately tantalising movements. “What do you think, Pierre?” You wanted the audible agreement purely because you wanted him to spur you on. Without hesitation, he let out a groan and smirked before he said; “Fuck, yeah” with all the confidence in the world.

Pierre grabbed his phone from the nightstand and muttered he hoped he had enough charge while he pulled the covers off himself to unveil the bulge your antics had created in his boxers. You had to bite your lip from just imagining being on your knees and looking up to see him recording you going down on him. His hand stretched out for you and you pressed your body against him. Your hands trailed over his chest. You loved the feeling of his chest hair against your fingertips, it never failed to make you remember what a real man Pierre was and in no way like any of the little boys you had been with before. Toying with the cross that he wore religiously – the one that you always thought was a little blasphemous as it tapped away against your boobs or your back as Pierre railed you – you heard him practically purr like an animal as his fingertips trailed down your back, across the garter belt and before pausing and placing a light swift spank to your round, peachy ass.

“Do you know how hot this is?” He asked. His voice laced with familiar lust. “Feel how fucking hard I am…” He gently took your hand away from his chest and slipped it down between your bodies. Directly placing it on top of his still clothed throbbing cock. He didn’t let your hand go and in fact he used his own to guide yours. You felt the excitement it gave you between your thighs, your pussy getting slick with arousal. You watched him while he bit his lip. Utterly revelling in the pleasurable friction you were able to give him.

Acting purely on instinct, without any prompting from him, you slowly sunk to your knees. Your hands trailed up and down his thighs as you kept your gaze on him while he smoothly started recording you. When this idea crept into your head earlier this week – after you had finally decided to do it – you were worried you didn’t have enough confidence to pull it off and perhaps it would be a let down for Pierre when he came to watch anything you had recorded back. But now, as you freed him of his underwear, you realised you had nothing to worry about. You weren’t sure you had ever seen Pierre’s cock so hard and as you ran your hands up and down it instinct kicked in and you stared up at him as you stuck your tongue out and ran a bold, self assured stripe up the underside of him.

Moans started pouring from Pierre’s open mouth along with French and English swearwords. Your lips enclosed around him and you hollowed out your cheeks while taking him in your mouth. Every now and then you felt him starting you hit the back of your throat and glanced up to make sure he was still recording. You knew how much he loved being down your throat, how he liked to watch you as you tried to take his thick, girthy cock while trying not to gag. He liked how your eyes watered and the drool that dribbled down your chin as he pulled back out again. But tonight, as you did exactly that, it felt even more empowering than before as he practically whimpered for you. Pierre always lavished praise on you but none more so than the way he did after you would deep throat him and now you felt a buzz of excitement pass through you as you realised you would be able to hear him calling you a good girl whenever you pleased by simply watching the recording. But as good as it felt to have him slowly coming undone in your mouth, there was a hell of lot more you wanted to make sure he was ready for so you stopped. Pulling his cock out of your mouth with a pop and twirling your tongue around his pulsating tip to taste the saltiness of his pre-cum.

Pierre’s heavy panting filled the room as he pulled you up to your feet single handedly. Your heels were still on and you had to brace against his chest so you didn’t stumble when he pulled you against him so he could kiss you. His mouth roughly taking what he wanted from you, no hint at hesitation from the fact you had just been going down on him. His tongue glided against yours and then he ordered you to lay down on the bed and handed you his phone. You recorded him and you realised that he was doing this for your satisfaction too and not just his own. It was as if he was a mind reader because it was exactly what you had been thinking about as you blew him. Pierre gently lifted your leg up on to his shoulder and kissed your stocking covered leg. A sigh poured from you as his fingers expertly undone the clips holding the stockings in place and you made sure to record his fingers doing so. You squealed his name when he pulled you further down the bed so that your legs went over his shoulders when he finally lowered himself down, exactly where you wanted him. Kisses were placed to your thighs and your stomach. You continued to point the phone at him as he smirked while pulling aside the silly slip of fabric that was supposed to be called a thong. “So fucking wet for me…” He hummed as he ran his finger up and down your dampening folds. He knew exactly how to play you, what you liked and what would have you screaming his name. And as he started rubbing small little circles against your all too ready and waiting clit you had to remind yourself to keep his phone up and not to abandon it on the bed beside you.

Pierre groaned as finally he started teasing your clit with short, feathery licks and you ground your hips down for more friction. You were desperate for his tongue to press down firmer against your practically aching clit and for the purposes of the recording you let out a breathy plea for more. He smirked as he looked up at you, ignoring the phone in your hand completely and kept those perfect blue eyes locked on yours as he gave you what you wanted. His tongue pressed down harder against your clit as he motioned it side to side, a little wriggle reminiscent of what his fingers had been like before. You gulped as he then took the phone from you and you didn’t know what he was going to do but you knew he wanted a close-up of your wet folds splayed open for him.

“The most beautiful pussy in all of France.” He hummed and ran his thumb over your desperate bundle of nerves while he made an enjoyable purring noise as he slipped his fingers back inside of you and instantly found your g-spot. Eliciting both a moan from your parted mouth and a buck of your hips, much to his satisfaction. He knew it would take him mere seconds to have you cumming all over his fingers if he kept going so when he pulled them back out you were thankful that he was thinking about your orgasm so diligently. However, Pierre wasn’t satisfied with the up-close intimate filming of your glistening folds while his fingers disappeared inside of you, he wanted more and so he got up off his knees, ordered you to sit up and then pointed the phone in your direction as he filmed his fingers disappearing inside your mouth. His fingers were covered in your own clear juices and you played up to the camera – just like the girls in the videos you watched for research did – as you liked them clean. Pierre’s dick twitched watching you and you knew if he hadn’t been recording he would have been using his hand to satisfy himself so instead you let Pierre’s fingers explore your mouth as your hand grabbed hold of him and you began working up and down his impressive length. “So you’re going to be a bad girl for me?” Pierre bit his lip instantly before ordering you to turn around and get on your knees.

The first thwack to your butt had you lunging forward slightly – as it usually did – and then you tried to hold your ground for the second, third, fourth and so on. Pierre loved playfully spanking you whenever your ass was up in the air for him. He liked watching as your skin reacted to each strike of his open palm. But what mattered most to you was that he always stayed playful with it (even if you had been a bad girl) just making your flesh pink enough that the colouring stayed there when he finally decided to give you what you wanted most. You knew he would get off on this part of the video alone so you made sure to be extra loud whenever his hand connected to your flesh. “Do you like that?” He rasped. “Yes...Sir.” It left you on a shaky breath and you could hear how it affected your boyfriend as he let out an unsteady groan before you felt him run the tip of his cock up and down your dripping wet folds. You wanted him, you were desperate for it, and you made it known by pushing your butt out so he could at least slip the tip in. And Pierre took the hint. He did in fact slip the tip in and a little extra and it thrilled you to know you would finally be able to see the angle that Pierre loved so much when you would watch the video back later. In the moment he finally gave you all of his thick cock it dawned on you that you had no reason to have been so apprehensive. You trusted Pierre implicitly and you knew he would guard this clip with his life – just like he had with all the other things you had sent him over the time of you relationship – but also because you knew how well you could satisfy him. That had perhaps been your biggest worry and why you stalled so much in filming the pair of you having sex. You worried you wouldn’t look good on camera and that you wouldn’t be as confident as you usually were but in truth, it was exactly like riding a bike (sort to say). And you knew how to ride a bike, very, very well. You moaned as finally he bottomed out and you had to stop your arms from buckling under the intensity of the stretch. Nothing felt better than that. Nothing felt better than Pierre inside of you. Your eyes squeeze tightly shut and teeth firmly press into your bottom lip as he began moving you with an already fast paced rhythm. You couldn’t hold back the moans that began to slip out of you, the ones that mixed in with the begging, panting and broken gasps. Pierre perfectly matched them with his own and in fact adding to it with French swearwords. You knew he loved this position above all others and so it came as no surprise that he used his free hand to grab a fist full of your hair and arch your back so he could start to hit that spot inside of you that he knew would make you cum for him.

“Pierre….” You loudly moaned for him and tried to desperately stay focused as he repeatedly hit it, over and over again. In no time at all you found yourself begging for him to make you cum. The words came with every gasp you made and he ordered you to say them louder so he could make sure he got them on camera. The sparking feeling began to take over as you repeated them. You could feel the effects of Pierre’s cock stimulating your g-spot take effect and your legs began to shudder slightly as the throb got more and more intense until his grip around your hair was all that was keeping you in the position. Your orgasm ruptured through you and you gave him the satisfaction of announcing it. Panting them out of you as wave upon wave hit between your thighs. The strong pulsating beat of your climax only intensified, as Pierre never stopped railing you the whole time.

As Pierre finally slipped his cock out of you after you came, he placed the phone down momentarily to flip you over on to your back. He had such strength that when he flung your legs around you couldn’t help but let out an excited little squeal that brought a delighted grin to his mouth. You were just about to ask him if you were doing ok when he suddenly leaned down and kissed you. His mouth was so strong and firm and it was as though he was telling you exactly what you needed to know from it. When his tongue glided across yours and you could still taste yourself on it, it instantly made you all excited again and your pussy missed the feeling of him inside of it so ached for him. When Pierre finally pulled back and placed his hand tenderly on your cheek you looked at him with big, hopeful eyes, laced with the thought you were already ready to beg more. Your hands trailed up his chest and settled on his big, thick, strong neck.

“Fuck me again…. please!” And you knew he wouldn’t need to hear you implore him twice. He was still rock hard and pressed against your thigh after all. Pierre glanced toward the still recording phone and you nodded in agreement to keep going. So as he raised it, you hinted you wanted him to stay exactly where he was by locking your knees against his sides. “Ok baby, ok…” He lulled, taking the hint and licking his lips. He tilted the phone up and down as he filmed his hand while he trailed it lazily up the flesh of your stomach and toward your still lace covered boobs – the removal of it getting completely forgotten about in round one. “I love this, did you buy it just for me?” He asked and acting on instinct and what you knew he liked you tilted your head so your eyes looked bigger while you bit your bottom lip seductively. “All for you, Pierre.” You agreed and he slowly pulled the strap down over your shoulder as a hint he wanted it off. So you propped yourself up on your elbows and did exactly that, removed the expensive bra for him as he continued drinking you in as if you were a glass of wine to an alcoholic. But it was you that was drunk, completely and utterly cock drunk and ready for more so you wasted no time in letting him know that. You reached between your bodies and began stroking him. Pierre’s guttural grunt was enough to keep your hand exactly where it was as he filmed it before his large, rough hand grabbed at your breast. As a way of punishing you for your drawn out movements on his cock he grinned as he rolled your nipple between his fingers in a pinching motion and you let out a slight yelp while the sharp yet delicious pain hit you. He had already hinted with the spanking that he wanted to sprinkle a little roughness into the video – just like he liked to do normally - so you immediately ramped things up and pulled his hand away and up, so it now went around your throat. French swear words poured from him as he applied pressure and watched your mouth fall open. He wasn’t even fucking you yet and your pussy throbbed from the action.

With a buck of your hips Pierre took the hint and let go of your throat to grip hold of your leg as he pushed it aside, opening you completely up to him. You watched him as he made sure to film as he wet the tip of his cock with the product of your earlier orgasm and once again teased you by dipping his cock in and out, giving you a few more of his inches every time. Until finally, he had enough of teasing and gave you what you wanted. This time, there was no warming up to it. Pierre was in search of his own release and regardless of if he was filming or not, he wanted to cum. His fast, relentless rhythm was set almost instantly and your hands grabbed hold of the sheets as you gasped at ever thrust. And as you arched your back Pierre made sure to put his hand back around your throat again, it must have looked too bare without his hand clamped around it. He liked breathed play – both giving and receiving – and you learned that very early on when you began sleeping with him. But it was lucky for him that you liked it too so gripped hold of his wrist to encourage him as you felt yourself rushing toward another orgasm. And you almost missed it from hearing nothing but the whooshing of your own raised heartbeat in your ears, but Pierre moaned your name and you knew the feeling of your pussy starting to contract around him would have him teetering on the edge of an orgasm. You opened your eyes and through heavy eyelids you saw him continuing to film as his movement got increasingly jerkier and you knew he was getting close to cumming. You managed to whimper out his name as his hand around your throat kept you quiet and you knew the building of your own orgasm was getting too much for him and the pleasure was written all over his face. And then as you reached down to help get yourself there (something he would usually do but had his hands full) you began climaxing around his pulsating cock. Your second release feeling even more intense than the first. With a cry of his name you dissolved into utter pleasure. Your muscles contracted as tremors rippled through you, a motion Pierre clearly felt through his cock as your walls fluttered around him. You felt like you had been struck by lightening. Shockwave after shockwave gripped hold of your body. Your name tumbled from his mouth again as with a final few strong, powerful thrusts he came with a loud moan. His milky seed flowed from his twitching cock as he stalled inside of you, filling you up. You managed to open your eyes to watch as he let the feeling of satisfaction take over him and his head tilted backwards with the release. Your eyes trailed up and down his Adonis like figure and drank in the sight of his abdomen tensing at the incredible feeling you were able to provide him. Pierre groaned and snapped his head back to meet your gaze and a broad smile danced across his mouth. You matched it with your own and he only broke the trance when he looked down to pull his spent cock out of you, covered in both of your releases.

You had forgotten all about the recording and the fact he was still going with it until you saw his phone in his hand as he raised it to capture your spent self lying on the bed before him. Pierre smiled again before trailing it up towards your utterly satisfied face. “Smile for me.” He laughed and you couldn’t help but let out an exasperated giggle before hiding your face in pretend embarrassment. It had been one of the most incredible things you had ever done and you couldn’t help but feel rather proud that you had gone through with it. But in truth, you really didn’t have anything at all to worried about at all. After all, if you had, you wouldn’t have been able to orgasm twice for him. As Pierre finally pressed end to the video and put his phone down, he collapsed in between your legs and place a gentle, chaste kiss to your lips before another against your temple. “I fucking love you.” His voice was so earnest and heartfelt that you couldn’t help but feel content. “I fucking love you too.” You replied and captured his lips in another kiss.

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★ LOOKING OUT FOR YOU | LN4

Scenario: when mercedes driver yn/ln starts performing at a lower level than usual, lando realizes that it’s not just the jet lag getting to her. (requested)

Pairing: lando norris x fem!reader (drives for mercedes)

A/N: requested by anon, i hope you enjoy! i fought for my life with the texts for literal hours 🧍🏻‍♀️thankfully i figured that out. also reader is teammates with george but honestly you could picture it as lewis if you wanted to LMAO

requests open for smau’s

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mercedesyn thank you to my team, my fans, and especially @/landonorris for all the support. sorry to disappoint these past few weekends.

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landonorris don’t beat yourself up, yn. i know you’ll be back next race!

lewishamilton we all have bad weeks. you’re an insanely talented driver, don’t let these past few races make you think otherwise.

georgerussel63 you’ll be back on top in no time. you fought today, we all saw it. ❤️

mercedesamgf1 keep your head up, yn! we’re still happy as ever to have you on the team and looking forward to our future races and possibilities.

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HE’S SO PRETTY WHEN HE GOES DOWN ON ME ( charles leclerc. )

charles leclerc x reader

charles goes down on her and she can't help but admire his pretty eyes staring back at her.

warnings: smut, mostly google translate french (highschool does NOT teach us how to talk dirty okay, bare with me)

author note: as much as I would've wanted to write this for lando, it HAS to be charles, and I feel like this is so different from my usual thought and emotion heavy writing! incoming charles obsession??? like if people requested imagines for him, I'D WRITE IT...

HIS GREEN EYES MIMICKED THE SHIMMER OF PALE EMERALD. sunlight peeked through the curtains, though in a few hours time, it would fall from its peak in the sky and the room would eventually begin to darken.

his biceps filled out the sleeves of his freshly-washed blue shirt, straight from the load of laundry she had done hours ago. veins like lightning under his tanned flesh to suggest his touch was rough, yet his callused hands were so gentle against her skin.

goosebumps crept across her body with every graze of his body on hers, every small breath against her ear as he mumbled something dirty to her in french. though she didn't know exactly what, she could pick up on the cognates between languages.

he tasted faintly of chapstick, her chapstick, that transferred from her lips to his as he couldn't keep off of her. with lips as swollen and pink as hers, he graced nearly every part of her body with his kiss. she was his oxygen and he was deprived.

but it was hard for him to ever be deprived, considering how even when they weren't in such a position, he was glued to her, hands grasping or resting at her sides and his breath down her neck.

when he'd reluctantly part from her sweet-tasting lips, his veined hand would snake down from the long strands of her hair in his palm, coming to rest on her jaw. prominent veins in his arms would indicate force was used to push her head up to expose the smooth skin of her neck and collarbone, yet his touch was tender.

still, he felt her gulp under his palm.

light trails of saliva from his kisses down her jaw to her collarbone and neck, leaving red marks of irritated skin that would later bruise.

he knew she wouldn't be able to cover it up. he nipped at her skin with the purpose of showing it off, and she could get him to stop if she really wanted. but she didn't want that.

the hand on her neck reminding her of the easy power he had over her, and how she loved the gentle dominance he displayed.

because it hadn't taken much convincing earlier to get her into their bedroom. despite it being midday, he wanted to take care of her, in more ways than one.

she didn't object, she wouldn't when he looked at her with those damn eyes. his strength and her weakness.

now laid on her back with his body looming over her, his knee between her legs to put pressure just enough, but still not satisfying the desperate need to have him. and yet they had both managed to stay clothed all up untill this moment.

kissing up the staircase, his hands grasped at her waist, hoisting her into his arms, and gotten them to where they were now.

the tension had been building with every step he took, his pretty eyes watching her squirm, though he was the one to be so eager to please her. he couldn't give a shit about himself.

disheveled hair and tired, green eyes while his greedy hands roamed down her clothes, grasping at the skin of her thighs. still, he took his time as he usually did with his hands over her body, memorizing every dip in her skin.

fingers teasing under the edge of her white laced tank, bumps rising on her stomach as the material rode up her torso. he watched her nipples harden through her top, feeling his sweatpants getting tighter as he watched her subtle reactions. subtle reactions that gave him more than a little confidence in his attempts to please her.

because if he didn't then what was his purpose of living if not to please her?

his eyes remained on her the entire time, even if hers didn't meet his. she felt the burning sensation of his gaze over her heated skin. desperation for him between her thighs became increasingly unbearable, she wanted him. she needed him.

but he always took his time. it was agonizing, but she always came hard because of it.

from teasing her barely exposed skin to massaging into her ribs, he watched her expression every step of the way. it was slow, as per usual, agonizing.

his hands finally found her breasts, gently squeezing the flesh in his palms while he circled her sensitive nipples with his thumbs, exerting small noises from her.

removing one hand momentarily, he pulled down the lace of her tank, leaving messy kisses down from her collarbone to her other breast. but he didn't give her that little satisfaction, not yet.

“shhhh, patience, mon amour,” he spoke with a rasp in his voice, muffled slightly as she felt the vibrations of his voice against the flesh of her breast.

fixing her top with his other hand still teasing her chest, his hand caressed her waist under her small shorts.

trailing down the joint of her hip, his fingers traveled slowly down to and along her inner thigh before dipping under the fabric of her shorts. he played with her panties, pulling the hem away from her slick cunt. she whined at the contact of air to her core.

he bit his lip at the sight of her, fuck she was gorgeous lying before him and so desperate for a simple touch of his hand.

his knuckles brushed over the wet patch - that he caused- on her underwear and she inhaled a sharp gasp. he tsk’d at her reaction, shaking his head with a smirk on his face.

“tu es une petite chose désespérée,” (you are a desperate little thing). he chuckled breathlessly, eyeing her body squirm at such simple actions from him, “très sensible…” (very sensitive).

he teased her with words she could only guess the meaning of, pulling the hem of her panties back only to release it from between his fingers to slap back onto her skin. the sound filled the silence of the room and she flinched slightly at the feeling.

though she didn't have much time to react in any other way when his two fingers ran up her wet cunt, her folds rubbing against the soft cotton of her soaked panties. he teased her clit, rubbing circles with his thumb in an agonizing pace.

biting her lip and grasping at the pillows above her head, she clenched her thighs around his hand, trapping his fingers out of desperacy to feel more.

he only chuckled at her need, her attempt for a sliver of control. because he knew she had none.

he still managed to slip his hands away from her core despite her desperacy to keep him close and use him, which he didn't mind, but he preferred to have control. the warm hand from her chest emerging from the bottom of her lace tank to pry her legs apart, which didn't take much force from him. though she whined at the lack of contact.

hands placed on her knees, sliding his callused hands down the front of her thighs to rest at the point on her waist the top of her shorts rested. firmly grasping handfuls of the flesh of her hips, he tugged her body sharply against his.

unfortunately for her, his hands left her side - which she objected to - for merely five seconds to slip his blue shirt from his torso.

“calme,” (quiet) his tone was firm, yet a smirk etched its way onto his face as he saw the way her face changed as his toned torso was now in full view for her to marble at.

he let her as her fingertips barely reached his skin. she returned the smirk as she saw the rising goosebumps from the sensation of her nails down his abs before reaching where his v-line was interrupted by the tops of his sweatpants.

he shook his head at her actions, catching her wrists with both his hands and pushing them into the pillows above her head. “it's your turn now, belle,” his voice was raspy as he whispered in her ear. fingers fidgeting with the hem of her tank as he waited for her permission.

instead of giving it to him, she’d rather try to turn the teasing back on him, but unlike her, he loved the show she gave as she peeled her top from her body slowly.

on contact with the cold air, her nipples hardened again and charles could swear he salivated at the sight of her bare chest, as if he hadn't seen it plenty of times in the past.

“tu es trop jolie pour moi, ma chérie,” (you are too pretty for me, my dear) he muttered under his breath, hands full of her breasts as he couldn't resist himself.

okay, maybe her slow strip-tease did work on him a little bit. a little too well because now he wanted to see all of her.

shuffling his way till he stood at the foot of the bed, hastily slipping off his sweatpants without breaking his gaze on her body. the rise and fall of her bare chest, her hands returned to their spot on the pillows, her legs now crossed and hips moving to find friction against the cotton of her clothes to give her something to go off of. biting her lip as she tried, all while he watched.

the sound of his sweatpants hitting the floor as he disregarded them across the room, his attention on her never faltering as she watched him crawl across the bed back to her.

his toned shoulders and biceps, veiny forearms and hands, eyes locked on hers, disheveled hair and half-lidded eyes. the heat of his gaze made her squirm as he crawled back up to her, bodies pressed together as his head once again dipped into the crevice of her neck.

kissing down her body, he went further, and further, and further till he stopped at her stomach, hands on her hips to her thighs to unknot them just enough. hands back to her hips to lift her just slightly and with his fingers around the hem of her shorts and panties, slowly slid them down.

he's so pretty when he goes down on her, green eyes watching as he dipped lower, and lower, and lower. gold-skinned eager baby, blue shirt out the laundry now across the room.

his warm breath against her stomach as he watched her carefully, analyzing every little movement and subtle reaction. every brow crease, mouth twitched, nose flare, every swallow and gulp that traveled down her throat, small fly-aways from her hair starting to matte down to her skin.

biting her lip as he lowered down her body, dangerously close to the spot between her thighs. close enough to feel his breath against her thighs, and he could feel the warmth radiating from her.

anticipation building in her stomach, hips rolling to close the gap from his face to her cunt, but his hands holding her down firmly stopped her. a whine in desperation slipping past her lips, pushing her head further back into the pillow in anguish.

“regarde-moi, chérie.” (look at me, darling) he spoke so sweetly, yet so tauntingly, like he'd never give in to what she wanted if she didn't do what he needed her to.

“charles, please…” she begged because she wasn't entirely paying attention to what he was asking of her, especially when he spoke another language. she didn't have time for translation.

he shook his head, pressing his face into her inner thigh as he chuckled at her tone, so needy and only for him.

“look at me, amour,” he repeated in english after kissing her thigh.

now propped up on her forearms, watching her beloved monégasque boyfriend looking back at her with a smug smirk on his face.

she scowled back at his expression, opening to make a snarky comment about it. her jaw hung open after he finally closed the gap after waiting too long, his tongue licking a single stripe up her cunt.

she rolled her eyes in annoyance, falling back down into her pillows as she groaned in annoyance, “fuck you, charles.”

“i’m sure you'd love to, darling,” he teased before tasting her again, humming into her cunt which incited a hand through his hair, pushing him closer and a whine to slip past her lips.

when he'd done enough teasing for his own enjoyment, he indulged further into her core. his hands snaking around to the crevice where her thigh met her hip to pull her further into him.

squeaked moans barely making it out of her mouth as he worked away at her clit, her hand in his dark hair to push him closer in fear he would stop.

nips at her folds and whines whenever he would do so, tugging a little harder on his hair causing groans from him. vibrations of his groans through her clit, stimulating her more and more.

legs trembling as her thighs clamped tightly around him, and he didn't dare stop her. he was in heaven. she was sweet, perfect in contrast to her bitter attitude only seconds ago. he nearly broke eye contact when he was first reminded of how she tasted.

caressing her hips, he refused to part with her cunt, his lips coated with her slick as he heard the pattern of her moans falter.

she was so easy to tie in knots, and so easy to untangle too, shuddering harshly as she barely let out a moan. tugging tighter at his hair, pulling him closer as if he would leave her unsatisfied as she came undone on his tongue.

he didn't stop after the first, or the second. it wasn't until she was close to her third that he even considered a break. after the second, his pace slowed to small movements from his tongue, lightly teasing her now sensitive clit.

soft tears ran down her cheeks at the overstimulation between her legs, but she didn't stop him. it felt too damn good.

the third came the slowest, but hardest as he managed to coax it out of her patiently.

by the time he had pulled away, his hair was even more messy than before, her slick covered his lips and chin, his tongue licking away the remnants of her on his face. his shoulder slightly red at her barely clawing away at his skin.

by the time he had pulled away, tears streamed down her cheeks, hair matted to her forehead, her arched back dropping down the sheets, and her hands that were previously in his hair now gripped tightly at the pillows by her head. her eyes, hazy and tired, her chest rising and falling with hastened breaths as he crawled up to her, running a hand through her equally-matched messy hair and wiping stray tears that he caused, even though he knew it wasn't a bad thing.

without a word, he got up, leaving to slip into their bathroom. she heard the faucet run from her position on the bed and she rolled to the edge, peeking at his actions.

she knew he would take tender care of her, no different to how he did so every time.

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🛏 Too Many Beds

*part of the reverse tropes series*

Pairing: Lando Norris x Engineer!Reader Genre: Fluff/Humor Summary: Lando had a master plan to get you in his bed. Too bad everyone seems to mess it up. And who knew you were terrified of bed bugs?

this was so much fun to write and I'm so excited for this mini series! New upload schedule will probably be Reputations on Friday and Reverse Tropes on Saturday!

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Your hand gripped your suitcase as you stood in the lobby of the hotel. Of course, McLaren thought that it would be a good idea for some more team bonding before the season started and book an entire hotel. However, they forgot to mention that some of the people had to share rooms.

How you got placed with Lando, you didn’t know. You had seen Oscar snickering earlier when Zac had read the list of who shared what room. Your face was beat red as you tried to hide in your team zip up. Your eyes flickered to Lando, only to find him fast asleep against the window of the bus. There was some drool on his lip, and anyone else would have found that semi-disgusting.

But not you.

It was kind of…endearing.

But now that you were getting your key card and were in the elevator with a very sleepy Lando, your heartrate increased. You had tried to get your own room when you had gotten there, but Zac was intent with you sharing.

Something about driver and engineer comradery.

The floor before when Oscar got off, he had leaned over and whispered, “Have fun with the one bed.”

That statement made your face even redder. Of course that would happen to you. It was straight out of Tumblr or Wattpad. The one trope that you seemed to hate over everything. One bed normally meant that it was a single or a queen. And you were known for flopping everywhere.

Poor Lando probably wouldn’t get to sleep before the first rounds of development.

Although he was sleepy, Lando, on the other hand, was vibrating with excitement.

He had the whole thing planned out. He had requested to be put in a room with you. And then he swapped rooms with Oscar, because the Aussie had a girlfriend, ergo he had a single bed room. It was going to be perfect. Oscar would get the room with two beds, and Lando would just have to share a bed with you.

The Briton had had heart eyes for you ever since you joined his rookie season in 2019. And when you had been promoted to his race engineer, the crush he had grew tenfold. He could see your face getting more red the longer it took to get to the room.

“You ready?” he asked you before he used his card to unlock the door.

“Let’s get this over with,” you muttered, just wanting to sleep. At this point, you were planning to go to bed right away so that you didn’t have to deal with Lando crawling into bed behind you. You’d be asleep at that point, giving yourself no time to ogle at his chest (if he slept with a shirt off as most guys did.)

The click of the lock indicated that the door could be opened and Lando took the initiative. This was it.

Lando was going to live his dream.

Except, his heart dropped when he noticed that there wasn’t one bed.

There wasn’t even two beds.

The room had three beds.

What. the. actual. fu....

Lando was going to kill whoever messed this up. His heart dropped farther when he saw your eyes kind of light up at the sight of beds to choose from. The McLaren driver bit his lip as he assessed the problem.

You missed Lando’s agitation and put your things on the bed by the window. You turned to Lando, now confused at his pinched eyebrows.

“Did you want the one by the window?” you asked, suddenly mad at yourself for just going ahead without asking the driver his preference.

Lando immediately shook his head. “I like sleeping by the bathroom.”

You gave him a smile. “Ok. Can I shower real fast? I go to sleep a little early.”

That was a lie. You just didn’t want to be awake when Lando went to bed. Who knows what you’d be staring at. Your mind immediately went to the abs and v-line. You shook your head, trying to rid yourself of the unholy thoughts.

You quickly opened your suitcase, grabbed your pajamas, and disappeared behind the bathroom door.

Once Lando was sure that you wouldn’t come out, he quickly pulled out his phone and texted Oscar. It was to his horror that Oscar had sent a picture of the singular king that was supposed to hold you and Lando in tonight.

Except that now it would be for Oscar and Oscar only.

The Briton wanted to rip his hair out. He started pacing before he knew it.

How could he fix this?

He could lie and say he had separation anxiety and needed to sleep with someone. But you’d see right through and ask who else he’d shared a bed with.

He could spill a drink on your bed? That also wouldn’t work because then you’d question why he had a drink around your things while you were in the shower. Lando didn’t want to come off as a giant creep.

He was still pacing when he heard the door open up.

His body turned to face you, but he immediately averted his eyes. Not because you were undressed, but because your pajamas were the cutest thing on you. You were wearing one of those silk tank tops with the smallest shorts possible.

Lando watched as your feet got closer to your bed. His thoughts were flying around at 100 miles an hour. He had to do something quickly. Your hand pulled back the bedding when Lando yelled.

“Hold on. I think I saw some bugs on my bed and yours.”

The screech that you let out made Lando wince. You reeled back as though the duvet had burnt you. You quickly made your way closer to Lando.

“Where are the bed bugs?”

Lando couldn’t really tell, but he thinks he can hear your teeth chattering. You were getting antsy.

“Are you that scared of some small bugs?”

You crept closer to Lando.

“My childhood house got infected and we had to move. I also got such a bad infection from bites.”

Lando immediately felt terrible. He didn’t know. If he had, he wouldn’t have said anything and just sucked it up and slept in his own bed. He looked at you. He could see that you were close to tears. His arm immediately went around your shoulders and brought you closer.

You huffed. “Can we go down to see if they have any other rooms on our floor?”

The brunet nodded. He looked you up and down before he turned around and dug through his suitcase. You wondered what he was doing before a hoodie hit your chest. It was the dark green one that you absolutely loved on him. You gave him a confused look.

“Ah, your pajamas.”

Oh.

You looked down and realized that you were just in a very thin tank.

Without a bra.

And the room was cold.

Your face flushed as you quickly pulled the hoodie over your head. The ends of the hoodie landed mid-thigh. You knew Lando was taller than you, but you didn’t expect his hoodie to fall that far down.

Lando couldn’t take his eyes off you and you giggled and did a little spin, showing off how the green material looked on you.

You were so worried that you’d have a staring problem, that you completely missed Lando’s staring problems.

Once you were done, you headed to the doorway, Lando hot on your feet. He should have felt guilty about lying, but you were in his clothes and that made every feeling go away. The elevator ride was quiet, but comforting instead of awkward. The ding of the machine signaled that you two made it to the ground floor.

Lando stepped out first, followed by you. Before you got to the front desk, Lando pulled the back of the hoodie, making you halt. You gave him a confused look. He dug his wallet out of his back pocket and handed you his card.

“I know you’re a bit scared of the bugs, so I’ll handle it. You want to get us some snacks?”

Lando melted at your eyes lighting up as you nodded. You wordlessly took his card and spun around, now walking in the direction of the little shop. He knew that you were always picky with snacks, so he’d have a bit of time.

He exhaled heavily as he walked up to the front desk. The receptionist cocked an eyebrow, probably not expecting anyone at this late hour.

His hands rested on the counter.

“So, me and a friend are staying in room 444, and I might have seen a few bed bugs on one of the beds.”

Lando winced as he lied. The lady’s eyes widened and she started typing.

“Ok, we’ll have someone come up and inspect it with one of our bug-dogs.”

Another wince. “Is that really necessary? Can we just move rooms?”

Some more typing. “I don’t think that’s possible sir. We have to inspect the room just in case. If it’s all clear, then the room will still be able to be slept in.”

Lando looked around before leaning in slightly.

“Ok, here’s the deal. I’m in love with the friend that I’m staying with. We were supposed to have a room with a single bed so I could make a move. But something happened and we got placed in a room with three beds instead of one. I panicked and lied about the bugs. Is there any way I can just switch rooms? I'll pay extra.”

Lando had hope in his eyes as he heard more typing.

“I’m sorry sir, but there aren’t any more rooms available for tonight. You’ll have to stay in the room you have.”

He hung his head as he nodded.

“Sorry for the inconvenience,” he muttered. When he turned around, he was met with you holding multiple snacks and some drinks. He hoped that you hadn’t heard anything. Thankfully, you didn’t mention his conversation.

As you walked into the elevator you asked, “So do we get to move rooms?”

Lando sighed. “There aren’t any available.”

You chewed on your lip. “Maybe, we can look at the middle bed and see if there are any there?”

He could kiss you right then and there. Lando went quiet for a minute.

“Only if that’s ok with you?”

You immediately nodded.

“I just don’t want any bugs on me. I think you’ll be able to keep me safe.”

The attempt at the wink that followed made Lando laugh as he got off the elevator. You couldn’t help but giggle as you followed him. Lando thought it was the cutest thing he ever heard. When you stepped into the room, you first headed to your luggage to pull it off the “bug infested” bed.

You placed it high on one of the dressers. Lando followed in suit.

Before you knew it, you and Lando were both under the covers of the middle bed after a full inspection that it was safe.

Lando was a bit skeptical that you hadn’t pushed to inspect the bed you were supposed to sleep in. Part of him wanted to believe that you also wanted to share a bed. But he wouldn’t dwell on the thought.

The snacks that you bought were quickly consumed, laughter shared between the two of you as you watched videos on Lando’s phone. You didn’t know exactly when it happened, but your head had started to rest on his shoulder. Lando took this opportunity to put his arm around the back of your neck.

Lando remained oblivious and was sure that this plan was working. You were scared and found sanctuary in his arms.

Except for the fact that you had overheard everything. Your phone was currently buzzing with messages from Oscar but you’d never let Lando know that.

Well.

You sighed as you unattached yourself from Lando’s side. You turned your face so that you could look into his eyes.

Half the time, you didn’t even know what color they were. Some days they were the brightest blue, others they looked more green, and the in the shade they were brown.

You smirked as you got closer.

“So, what did you tell the lady about getting me into your bed hm?”

You watched as a blush invaded Lando’s face before he put his hands over his face. Tik Tok was abandoned on the bedsheets below.

“I’m so sorry,” he muttered. You brought your hands up and peeled his own away from his face. Lando’s eyes flickered as he looked for some type of malice on your face. However, he only saw a smirk and a fiery look. He inhaled sharply.

“I have had a major crush on you since 2019. And when Zac said he’d be pairing people up, I begged him to get a room with one bed for us. We were supposed to switch with Oscar and this room was supposed to only have one bed. But, I guess Zac took it upon himself to already do it so I wouldn��t have to switch, but we did anyway.”

“Lando, I know. You think Oscar could keep a secret for that long?”

The brunet paused, blinked, stared at you, and blinked again.

“I’m going to kill Oscar.”

You giggled, making Lando melt once again.

“You’re not going to kill Oscar.”

A grumble escaped his lips as they turned into a pout. You took this moment to lean down and lightly peck them.

Once again, Lando froze.

“So, should we actually get some sleep?”

He could only nod his head, still not comprehending that you had actually kissed him and his plan worked semi-well.

You turned around and rested your head on the pillow. Just a few moments later, Lando’s arm found a home in the crook of your waist. He gently pulled, bringing your back closer to his chest.

So maybe he didn’t actually sleep shirtless, but that was fine because his head dug into your neck, just at your hairline. Lando breathed in deeply, getting situated.

Maybe the one bed trope did work.

You felt him smirk against your neck, but you thought he was close to sleep.

Until he spoke up.

“Sleep tight Y/n. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

“I’m going to murder you instead.”

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y/n_l/n I let the love bug bite 🐞 🌲

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y/nxlando UHHH HARD LAUNCH??

papaya.nation I knew that sweatshirt looked familiar when they walked in the paddock today!

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formulala_delulu the couple who matches together - stays together 💚

oscarpiastri good to see that it all worked out in the end 😌

y/n_l/n let's not do that again, ok?

landonorris I thought you liked it tho 😙

y/n_l/n let it be know, you don't possess any rizz

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norris4ever maybe he'll get a win now that he doesn't have to pine after y/n

mclaren814 my parents!

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LN4 | Tits

Request: inspi ration (he said tits in the blurry part)

Summary: Lando meets Y/n at a club and she asks him to sign her tits. A few days later, Lando is looking for her and they become friends. So she surprises him by coming to see him in Las Vegas.

Warning: Lando signing tits? Lando jerking off himself, needy Lando but no smut

A/N: I'm so so so so so sorry but I accidentally published the story when it wasn't finished and I had to delete and redo everything and I don't have the request!!

part one - part two - part three

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His glass in his hand, he moves to the rhythm of the music. The lights of all colors blind him slightly and the music is so loud that he can't hear people talking around him. He takes the last sip of his drink, disappointed at having to move from the dancefloor to get a drink.

He warns Max (Fewtrell) and heads towards the bar in the center of the club. He doesn't take the time to sit down and walk next to a young woman, leaning against the counter.

He signals to the bartender and asks him for another drink. As he waited for his drink, the young lady next to him patted his shoulder, ''Uhm excuse me?''

He turns around, giving her a charming smile. He can't help but let his eyes slide down to her plunging neckline, waking up her chest. ''I can help you?''

The young lady blushed slightly, ''Uhm are you Lando Norris?'' He chuckled, ''Himself'' Her eyes widen softly, ''May I ask you an autograph?''

Lando can't help but smile even more. He doesn't know why, but he's not annoyed when she asks him that. Normally, he accepts like anyone else, even if it annoys him to be disturbed.

''Of course, do you want me to sign something in particular?'' She thinks, asks the bartender for a piece of paper, who tells her he doesn't have any. Then suddenly, an idea crossed her mind.

''Can you sign my tits?'' Lando's eyes widened, his cheeks getting slightly red. He chuckled as he took the pen the bartender offered him.

She pulls down her dress a little, revealing her breasts even more. ''Should I sign both?'' He can't take his eyes off of her breasts. He feels like he's a growing teenager again, filled with uncontrollable hormones.

''Yeah please.'' He uncaps the pen, puts a hand on her shoulder for support and tries to write but can't. He sighed, dreading his questions. ''Can I touch it? It would be easier.''

She chuckled, her now hugely revealed breasts moving slightly along with her little laugh. She still wonders if he isn't trying to touch them on purpose. But hey, after all, it's not every day you catch Lando Norris's eyes.

''If you want that much.'' He can't help but laugh, his warm breath tickling her bare collarbone. ''What's your name?'' He placed his hands on her right breast, ''Y/n.'' he tried to stretch the skin to allow the pen to work better. He signs it and adds 'for y/n, with love' He reproduces the gesture on her other breast, not hesitating to let his fingers slide a little lower.

His signature is perfect. As in the photos. ''Thank you'' He winks at her and she chuckled softly, probably nervously. He takes his drink and goes back to see Max who's now a bit away from the dancefloor and talking with some people.

Lando approached them and immediately, Max whispered something in his ear, ''Mate you're hard.'' Lando's head turns red as one of his hands slowly goes in front of his bulge, hiding it.

_ _ _

A few days later, Y/n is still in Lando's mind. He can't stop thinking of her. He even tried to search her on Instagram but it wasn't conclusive. He still sees her reddened cheeks, her nervous smile, her pink lips and her breasts.. oh my god. Just thinking about it makes his pants feel tight.

He readjust himself in the bed, his hand slipping under his boxers. He couldn't help it, she was so beautiful...and good. He imagines his cock between her breasts accelerating the movements of his hand. And it doesn't take long before he's cumming in his pants, imagining Y/n touching and licking him.

What a dirty boy he can be. Seriously, jerking off while thinking about a fan's tits.

He gets up after catching his breath and clean the mess he makes. His phone buzzed and he looked at Max's message.

''Mate you're not gonna believe me''

His text was accompanied with a picture.. of y/n, drinking a coffee, alone.

''Isn't that the girl you're looking for?''

''Where is she?''

''The cafe we usually went to'' ''You want me to do something?''

Lando doesn't answer, already putting on his shoes and jacket. He went outside, walking pretty fast to his car. His mother would kill him if she knew how speedy he drives.

He enters that café, his eyes wandering all the people in. His gaze freezes on her. She was as beautiful as he remembered. Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and her black turtleneck hid her collarbone, at the risk of disappointing Lando. Her laptop is open in front of her, next to two empty cafes.

He doesn't know what to do. Should he go see her? Or just observe her? He can also offer her a coffee and write his number on it, like in the movies.

He gathers his courage and orders two coffees. One for her and one for him. He decides to play it cool and sits across from her, putting the coffees on the table. She looks up from her computer and smiles nervously. ''Mister Norris. How can I help you?''

Her cheeks turn slightly red probably just like his. ''Maybe by giving me your number?'' He surprised himself with his overconfidence. She giggles, writes something in her notebook and gives the piece of paper to him.

Deep down, she knew that during that evening, something had happened between them. But she never thought he would look for her.

_ _ _

Since that day, they haven't stopped talking to each other.

Lando is an extrovert. Y/n is an introvert.

Lando likes to talk. Y/n likes to listen.

Lando doesn't know how to hide his feelings. Y/n doesn’t know how to show them.

They complete each other. They are made for each other. Their discussions are natural, Lando loves talking to her, even until late at night. And he knows she will always be there to listen to him. Meeting her was the best thing that could have happened to him.

Y/n feels bad to have to lie to him. She walks back into the airport, readjusting her sunglasses. She passes through the secure gate without any hassle and barely has time to land to wait for her plane that Oscar called her and she picked up the phone.

''What did you tell him?''

''That I can't come.''

''I heard him crying in his driver's room.''

Oscar had agreed to help her to make a surprise for Lando and come see him in Las Vegas. But knowing that Lando's cried for her makes her heart breaks.

''Aw I feel so bad.''

He chuckles.

''Don't worry, he'll be so happy. I'm sure he'll kiss you.'' Oscar always thought that one day or another, they would end up together. Not that it bothers Y/n, but Lando is her best friend and she's afraid of ruining their relationship.

''Stop saying silly things.'' Oscar laughed again, but more loudly this time.

''Yeah yeah.. ahhh.. we do like we say, huh?''

''Yep, I'm going to enter the plan in a few minutes, be sure to be there when I land.''

''No I should let you at the airport.''

''Funny but you'll have to support the upset of Lando during the whole week.''

''You win on this point.''

''I let you Ozzy, see you in LA.''

''Have a nice plane.''

She thanks him and hangs up. She gets on the plane and sits in her seat. During the twelve hours of flights, Y/n finds something to occupy herself by watching a trilogy, sleeping and reading.

Once arrived, all that remains is the most complicated part. She has to collect her suitcase, leave the airport and join Oscar without being recognized. She readjusts her sunglasses and the black mask that hides the lower part of her face. With her hood on her head, she walks with her head down and hurries to collect her suitcase.

She leaves the airport in less than thirty minutes and quickly finds Oscar's car. She puts her suitcase in the trunk and gets in the passenger seat.

''Hey, nobody saw you?'' He asked her as she took off her sunglasses, mask and hood. ''Hi, I don't think so.'' He doesn't wait any longer to start the car and drive straight to the hotel.

She preferred to surprise him by waiting for him in his hotel room rather than at the track.

''I got a copy of his room card.'' He gives her the card as she quickly puts on her makeup.

It doesn't take long for them to arrive at the hotel. He helps her with her things and they hurry to the hotel room. Due to traffic jams on the road, they lost time and Lando should arrive more soon than expected.

She places her things in a corner of the room and sits down on the bed that he didn't even take the time to make.

''Tell me if he kissed you.'' Said Oscar before leaving her alone. He didn't let her have the time to respond and she just scrolled on her phone to pass the time.

She looks in the mirror, checking that her outfit is okay. She made the effort to take a twelve-hour plane with a rather uncomfortable dress, even if she was wearing one of Lando's sweaters over it.

She readjusts her hair and receives a message from Oscar telling her that he ran into Lando in the hallway.

She sits on the edge of bed and stares at the front door. She hears a noise, then a 'beep' meaning the door is open.

Lando walks into the room, not even noticing her, too busy looking at his phone. He places his bag on the ground and finally looks up from his phone.

His eyes open wide and his mouth is parted, not knowing what to say.

''Happy birthday, Lando.'' She smiles at him getting up from the bed.

Lando doesn't know what's going through his head, but he walks towards her, places his hands on her cheeks and presses his lips to hers.

Shit. Oscar was right. But it doesn't stop her from kissing him back, moving her lips along with his. She wraps her arms around his waist to pull him even closer to her.

''What the hell are you doing here!?'' He finally breaks the kiss, still in shock.

''Don't you still know that I'm a very good liar?'' He kissed her cheeks, his hand slowing on her hips.

''Fuck I missed you so much.'' He kisses her neck, already nibbing on it.

''Wow wow wow Lan', slowly.'' He stops it and his lips go back to hers.

''I hate you.'' She arranges the strands of hair that fall in front of his eyes.

''No you don't.'' He kissed her again.

''Be my girlfriend.''

''Did I have the choice?''

''No.'' He doesn't give her time to respond as he kisses her again, addicted to her lips.

Lando will no longer need to imagine his cock between her breasts. He's already planning to experience it tonight.

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