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let him cook!

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what made you fall in love with formula one?

Im currently on a big break but!!! thank u for the question. My dad was always a big fan of Motorsports, and when I was born he made sure to pass that love onto me. I remember being like 3 years old and waking up at 6am to watch a GP with my dad. I grew up with it and I wouldn’t have it any other way !

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"can i be mean for a second?" you can be mean for 10,000 years and i'll hang onto your every word, my queen. my goddess

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forced quiet sex is so hot…covering my mouth, him telling me to shut the fuck up while my muffled whines escape through his fingers, only fucking harder into me out of anger for not being quiet

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By Bruce Weber

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“slut era” i whisper to myself as i rot in my bed, sick like a frail victorian child

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WOW. I’m at loss for words.

gossip girl · pt. i

based on the tv series gossip girl

max verstappen / lando norris / charles leclec x socialité!reader

fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie)

a/n: hi! i guess you can tell i've been rewatching gossip girl. hope you like this idea and enjoy it a lot! also, friendly reminder that english is not my first language, so there might be some mistakes. please, bare with me!

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gossip girl here, your one and only source into the scandalous lives of monaco's elite.

the cold salty air sneaked under the fabric of your clothes. autumn had finally arrived to the coast of monaco and, after spending the last two years in the dark cambridge, there was nowhere else where you wished you could be, although many things had changed since the day you left.

these past years, you focused on your studies and that was not compatible with the lifestyle of monaco's elite. a few months after you had moved to the united states, you decided to cut ties with you childhood friends. long story short, you realized you were growing apart, their lives could no longer be compared to yours and you knew that was the only way this would not obstruct your studies.

jolie, your sister, was the only one who kept you updated on what was happening in monaco (and gossip girl). she had always loved the perks of the upper class, she enjoyed attending to the numerous events and she loved meeting new people, unlike you, who found all of these a more of an obligation rather than leisure. jolie, who loved the drama more than anyone, was the one who had broken the news to you that charles and léa had started dating.

charles had been your first love. you had met him when you were a kid, his parents were close friends of yours and they had introduced you at a very young age. you stared dating on your sixteenth birthday and it ended on a spring day when you were twenty. those years were the most beautiful years of your life and it had everything to do with him.

and léa was a childhood friend. you do not remember when did you meet her, somehow she had always been around. you had spent many days by her side, so many you would not be able to count them if you wanted to. from kindergarten to collage, you had always been together, until you the day you left monaco to study abroad.

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gossipgirl welcome back, we missed you.

joliedebellie glad to have my partner in crime back ❤️

username i will tell my kids she was the princess of monaco

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joliedebelle last day of birthday planning with my favourite sister @/yourusername

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yourusername you don't have another sister

joliedebelle that's why you're my favourite😁

arthur_leclerc can't wait!

landonorris the event of the year!!

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"is lando coming?". you asked and she nodded. "i didn't know you two were close".

"oh, we aren't. i met him during the monaco gp. you know, arthur."

"of course". you took a sip of your cocktail and looked outside the window.

"are you sure you don't mind charles and léa coming to the party?". she asked, worried about how you felt about your best friend dating your ex.

"no, not inviting them would be worse. plus, your day, your guests".

"i agree, it would be weird if i didn't when i have known them since forever". she added. "you know who else is coming?".

"mmm, no?".

"max!". you looked at her confused. "verstappen!"

"oh, god. do you now get along with every f1 driver or-".

"it was arthur!". she giggled. "you know him, right? max?".

"yes, charles and him have been good friends for ages, he introduced me to max even before we started dating. it's been such a long time since i last saw him, probably three, four years. he was a nice guy back then".

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#m’s fic recs

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thank you! and thank you to every writer on that list, I too love everyone’s work 🤭

fic recs , carlos sainz x reader !

key , fluff (❀) angst (✿) smau (❁) mature (❃)

mi coràzon, mi alma, mi amor (❁) @love-belle

bèsame (❁) @lecsainz

maybe if you loved me series (✿) @leclercsbunny

smooth operator (❀) @fleetwooods

the other woman (✿) @sainzproductions

love is easy (love is kind) (❀) @vamossainz55

spoiled (❃) @thatsdemko

style (✿) (❃) @mickyschumacher

death of me (✿) (❃) (❀) @mickyschumacher

chilli and lime (❁) @lorarri

moth to a flame (✿) (❃) @lxclerc

the lusty month of may (❀) (❃) @monzabee

cockblock (❀) (❃) @lxclerc

not in the mood (❃) @monzamash

afterglow (❀) (❃) @dilemmaontwolegs

old money (❁) @astonmartinii

a house, a home (✿) @forteafy

oh simple thing (❀) @formulaforza

has yet to pass (✿) (❀) @leclsrc

do you want it (❃) @leclsrc

haircare (❁) @fiftiefive

eight or higher (✿) @scuderiasundays

broken like a glass (✿) @vinylsbygi

hold back the river (✿) (❃) @curiousthyme

maroon (✿) @f1letters

in this lifetime or another (✿) (❀) @libraryofloveletters

luna, sol, y mar (❀) @weeknd-ogoc

mans world series (✿) (❃) (❀) @sgkophie

about damn time (❀) @love-belle

in the middle of the night (❃) @silversainz

august rush series (❃) (❀) @harley-sunday

you’re no good for me (❁) @starkwlkr

spanish lessons (❃) @vamossainz55

boyfriend (❃) @starshapedb0x

young and beautiful (❁) @cartierre

thirsty thoughts (❃) (❁) @lorarri

glass table girls (❀) (❃) @droolezz

tell me what i always knew (❀) @internetgremlin-writes

sleepy (❀) @writing-about-current-obsessions

gif creds , @f1-stuff | psd , @/breewaffles

lily’s notes , hi! the works listed in this fic rec list do not belong to me! these have been beautifully written by some of my favourite writers on here , i have probably explored every single inch of the cs55 fandom to realise that he doesn’t get enough love , so these are some of the cs55 fics i always always find myself running back to <3 i do hope to keep updating this list , but thank you to the fabulous writers who come up with this work ur amazing and ilu !!

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𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌 ✧˚ · .

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You’re studying to be an engineer and cars have always been your passion, making it big on social media with your achievements.. and catching the eye of a certain Monegasque.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: None really! Just a cute social media au. The reader gets hate from a lot of fans, that’s worth mentioning.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Charles Leclerc x engineerstudent!reader

𝐀/𝐍: I’m so sorry I took a big break hehe! I went on vacation and couldn’t update or even upload this! Hope you enjoy it xo 💋

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yourbsf good luck girl

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username HELLO? WHY DID CHARLES LECLERC LIKE THIS POST?

username girl I wouldn’t worry, she is a car focused engineer soo it’s normal he’s into this stuff

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charles_leclerc homerace 🔜

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yourusername can’t wait!!

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username AND HE LIKES HER COMMENTS

username she was invited to the next gp, and it is his homerace, stop stirring the pot bae 💀

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charles_leclerc never wished I was a car so bad

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username best engineer out there

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Not our best race, but the best company.

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yourusername you did great out there.

charles_leclerc ❤️

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username they totally are!!! She’s fixing those engines while he hands her the silly little tools.

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yourusername thank you, Ferrari for the opportunity to watch your engineers while working. It’s insane how much I’ve learned and how much these people work themselves all day, yet are terribly underrated when it comes to the press and media.

username u dropped this babe 👑

username more of Y/N in the races pls!!!!! She explains everything so well, her blog is 😻😻

charles_leclerc hope you return

carlossainz55 great having you there this weekend, y/n

maxverstappen1 perhaps next time to the bull garage..

yourusername Although I am a red girl… your cars are too good I need to learn please 🙏

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yourusername They did have me there guys.. but Max threatened he’d stop talking to me if I revealed their car’s secrets.

maxverstappen1 Never said that ! (Keep those complicated engineering sketches to yourself.)

username girl is a homie hopper…

charles_leclerc chérie.. your color is totally red.

username WHATTT

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charles_leclerc, yourusername

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charles_leclerc My pr manager said it was okay now, so to my favorite future engineer who works herself off everyday.

username called it u little bitches

username now we know how she got those paddock passes.. social climbing ig.

maxverstappen1 she will be blue. 💙

charles_leclerc 😂

username lol this girl isn’t studying to be an engineer she’s taking advantage of the dude

username ugh and I thought I’d found someone genuinely trying to help us stem girls.

username bet she’s gonna stop working on everything now that she’s got him.

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f1goss1p new wag alert! Y/N and Charles Leclerc have come out with their relationship.. but his fans don’t seem to be taking well. As for me, I say grow up. She’s a talented engineer, a straight A student and a hardworking person.. stop hating on someone because they’ve achieved your dream, work for it yourself. Stop making this beautiful girl cry.

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username ok gossip account ate

username the haters real quiet now

Should I make a part 2 guys 🤭🤭

(Also part two to This summer coming soon 🔜)

#f1 fanfic #f1 one shot #f1 x you #formula 1 x reader #charles leclerc #charles lechair #social media #social media au #fanfic #visuals #engineering #student #reader insert #x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #female reader

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 ✧˚ · .

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you go on vacation with your good friend Audrey, your other friend Arthur and your bestest of friends, Oscar. There’s things that can’t be left unsaid.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (read at your own discretion), it’s very little though, fingering (f receiving), innocent kink, mostly fluff really. NOT PROOFREAD (do not hold it against me pls)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Oscar Piastri x best friend!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2k+

𝐀/𝐍: I honestly forced myself to write this one so not at all the best, but enjoy some summer visuals 🪽

You look at your half-packed bag as you fold the last one of the bikinis. You stare up at your best friend, Audrey, she’s lied down on your bed scrolling through her phone. Her bags packed to go, they were resting in front of the door, you’d agreed she’d help you pack so you both could finally go on vacation after a long college semester plus the exams to complete in the end.

Being in Portugal to study was a new experience for you, you’d travelled out of your country before but staying a whole year away from your family and home was different. It was hard, of course, staying away from everything you know for too long is always hard; but you’ve made so many friends, visited so many places, grown so much in this place that it almost feels like home. And overall, college was going well for you. Of course you’d talked about it with all your friends, specifically your one and only Oscar Piastri.

You’d known each other since you were still in nappies, your mothers were best friends and they insisted on often seeing each other regardless of where they were. As a consequence, their kids became friends, staying with each other throughout every difficulty that eventually showed up such as the distance between each other. You’d always had a thing for him, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to tell him, partly because you knew he didn’t like you and partly because it was so hard to keep the friendship with the little time you were together, imagine a relationship.

As so, you convinced Audrey, Oscar and one of his friends to all go to Audrey’s house in Melides, she came from a Portuguese background, her roots were here, therefore she had family and houses, including the cosy beach house located in the south of the country. Five minutes away from the beach and with a considerably sized swimming pool, there was really nowhere else where you’d rather spend summer with your friends.

“Are you done packing? Their plane already landed we gotta hurry.” She asked, leisurely sitting up on your bed, turning off her phone and placing it next to her. “You’ll finally be able to see your beloved Oscar..” She grinned slyly at you.

“Don’t say it like that,” you replied timidly “I need you to help me close this bag.”

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And a few hours later, that so familiar smell of summer invaded your whole being. The wind hitting your face as you let your arm slide with it, back. The four of you in that car with all the windows open, You, Audrey, Oscar and Arthur. Having picked them up from the airport, Audrey was driving, being guided by her phone which loudly indicating the directions over the music you and Oscar had chosen, and being guided by Arthur who contradicted the phone and yelled both in English and French. You were sat right next to Audrey, almost fully outside the window, looking at your final destination; Oscar right behind you, eyes focused on the way your hair flowed with the wild wind and on the wide smile you kept painted on your face. Arthur behind Audrey who now told him with all her teeth to shut up.

As the car finally parked, you opened the door and ran outside to pick up your bags and finally settle in.

To be honest, the first day wasn’t that big. You guys had arrived late and all the guys wanted to do was rest after the long flight they had gone through to be here, so everyone just had dinner, something you all quickly whipped up from remainders, and headed to sleep.

The next day, everyone was packed and excited to get to the beach. You could already feel the sand in your feet and the sun hitting your skin, along with the salty water covering your body. It was a quick walk to the beach where you all went chatting.. specially you and Oscar. Both of you stayed behind and caught up with the few things you hadn’t through texting.

“You know, I’m pretty stoked to be here for summer break.” Oscar said promptly. “I missed you.”

“I’m stoked you’re here too! We haven’t seen each other in so long.” You looked at him. Oh god, that face you’ve liked for so long, the past year without him was torture. “I misse—“

You couldn’t finish your sentence, in a millisecond, Oscar had dropped his stuff and picked you up bridal style, running into the sea quickly. You screamed in surprise, your arms flying around his neck tightly. Soon both of you were fully clothed thrown into the sea, playfully hitting and throwing water at each other. Your white flowy dress sticking onto your body, revealing the tiny bikini you had underneath. At the sight, Oscar stopped for a second. There was no way he could keep his eyes off you the rest of the trip.

The day went as usual, everyone tanned a fair amount — except for Oscar who refused to let you put sunscreen on his back. Of course, his back is fully sunburnt, a shocking red painted on it.

“Oscar, please, let me put After-sun on it.” You insisted.

“Fine, okay.” He finally succumbed to your wishes, figuring it’d be the best option.

Both of you went to the bathroom, as Audrey and Arthur made dinner, you could only hope anything good would come out of it..

You held the bottle of After-Sun spreading a generous amount on your hand, warning it up before placing your hands on your best friend’s back.

“OW!” He winced, arching his back, flexing it. You pursed your lips and felt your face getting warmer.. you knew he had to work out more in F1 but. Wow.

“Come on, don’t be a baby.” You smiled and let out a quiet chuckle. Running your hands along his back to spread the product.

“I’m not a baby, you’re just a little rough.” He turned around, holding your wrists and looking down at you. You looked up at him. The way he towered over you, pressing his body closer to yours and leaning his face down. “Be gentler, yeah?”

You nodded, looking down at his dangerously close lips, then back into his eyes. His breathing hitting your face, your foreheads and noses pressing against each other, Oscar looks down at your lips and—

“Hey guys! Dinner is ready. Everything good in here?” Arthur had slammed the door open, and with the noise, both of you jumped away from each other. Your face went bright red while wiping your hands off the After-Sun to a nearby towel. Oscar scratched the back of his neck, looking around, face heating up.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll be right there.” And so you did.

After that, you got frustrated. The next days, Oscar did not say a word to you. Well, you didn’t say anything to him either but — on your fourth day of beach together and he had no intention of talking to you about what happened in the bathroom? And this kept you awake at night. You were tossing and turning wondering if you had done something wrong. Should you have kissed him? Maybe he just doesn’t want to be with you. Whatever it was, he had to tell you himself.. even if it was hard to hear, you had to. Living off waiting had always gone wrong for you. You got up from your bed, in your sheer night gown, not bothering to get your slippers on even if the tile floor was cold. You walked out the door and went right into where you knew was the bedroom he was staying in. You looked at it a rethought your decision, but when your brain decided it was better not too, your heart was banging on that door with all the strength it had. In a matter of seconds it was open.

Oscar looked you up and down, and kept his head up to look into your face — your night gown didn’t leave much for the imagination. “Y/N..? Are you okay? Can you not sleep?”

“Why are you avoiding me? Do you not like me? Is it because of what happened in the bathroom? I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to almost kiss you! I mean I wanted to but if you—“ His lips gently pressed against yours and his arm slid around your waist. You let yourself melt into his touch.

“I’m sorry. I’m in love with you.” He simply said, mouth pressing kisses along your cheek and jawline. Your eyes widened and you looked up at him, he looked really lovesick now that you stared at him properly. You kissed him yourself this time.

He pulled you in to himself and closed the door behind you. You were pushed against the door and his hands slid along your half revealed skin, pulling and tugging on the sheer fabric. His mouth in yours in a way you’d never experienced before. If you were honest, you had no idea what to do.. you tried to keep your arms around him while he made your body feel in places it had never felt before.

“Oscar..” You whined. You had no idea what you were begging for, but he knew. And you knew he knew.

“Y/N, Y/N.. wait hold on. I’m.. uh. We’ll talk tomorrow-“ He figured it was a little to early for all of this, he couldn’t just jump in as much as he wanted to.

“What? No. You made me wait so much.” You looked down, his hard-on visible through the pajama pants. “Is it because of this?” You slid your hand over, palming his full clothed dick.

He looked down at you, mouth open as if he was ready to moan at any given moment. And you looked up at him sweetly, like you had no idea what you were doing, innocent little you. “Y/N, don’t start something you can’t finish.”

He was right, you actually had no idea what to do. Your experience was based purely off the one time you watched porn. “I can finish it.” You said promptly, although not very confident of your skills. Oscar grabbed you by your waist, and you let yourself be guided by him. He pushed you onto his bed and looked down at you. You looked clueless and all he wanted to do was finally make you know how good he could be. How amazing he could make you feel. And wipe that innocence right out of you. He slid his own t-shirt off and slid his hands under your night gown.

“You look so pretty in this.. such an angel.” He whispered, his fingers swiftly reached your breasts where he cupped them and then flicked your nipples between his fingers. Your hand flew to your mouth as you looked down to what he was doing. The way his head lowered, and only so then you realized he was getting on his knees. You sat up, and Oscar leaned his head into the inner side of your thigh, sliding his fingers along the milky skin. Your hand flew straight to his wrist.

“Hm? Can’t finish it after all, princess?” He asked, he wasn’t gonna do anything you didn’t want him to but at this point why ask. You let go from his wrist, and his fingers got closer finally reaching where they were needed the most. He slid his fingers through your fold spreading the wetness you’d pooled right when started kissing you. “All this just for me?” Oscar looked up at you, but you look away, hand covering your mouth, eyes struggling to keep still. Shaking with anticipation, why was he making you wait so much. He clearly wanted to take his time.

His movements were slow and he only lightly grazed your entrance with his digits, your mind started wondering to all the things he could do from here, to all the things you wanted him to do from here.

#f1 one shot #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #formula 1 #f1 x reader #oscar piastri x you #op81 #oscar piastri #formula 1 x reader #formula one #f1 smut #f1 imagine #f1 fic

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Hi! Do you happen to have a masterlist?

It’s not big, honey, but I do!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱

✩ Hi! Portuguese, huge F1 fan ever since I was a child, huge swiftie and overall music lover. Car lover, currently studying to be an engineer.

✩ writing: do not expect any sort of consistency from me. I write whenever I feel like it and I’m sort of a perfectionist so if I don’t like it I will most likely not post it.

✩ requests: always open! huge request lover here, any ideas, suggestions always open and will most likely use.

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𝐤𝐞𝐲 ❥

angst - a

fluff - f

violence - v

smut - s

social media au -sm au

series - ☆

finished - ★

𝐅𝟏 ✧˚ · .

this list will be updated to fit my posts, as of now there is only f1 but I am open to any requests.

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳

𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ✧˚ · . (s)

𝐎𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐏𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢

𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ✧˚ · .(s)

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 ✧˚ · .(s)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌 ✧˚ · .(sm au)

#masterlist

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𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ✧˚ · .

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: slow kisses and quiet giggles, light touches underneath the sheets as the sun rises.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minors dni and read at your own discretion.), morning sex, established relationship bf/gf, reader has a vagina, unprotected sex, fingering (f receiving), really lots of affection.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Oscar Piastri x fem!gf!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.5K+

𝐀/𝐍: it’s a little short but I honestly had so much fun writing it. English is not my first language and I explored a little vocabulary while writing so please 🙏

You love mornings. Especially when your windows are open and you wake up with the dim, cosy light of the sun hitting your eyelids, forcing you to gently flutter them open and watch the sunrise, feeling the dust of sleep lingering along your face and body, And when you gain consciousness, feel your lover’s arms loosely wrapped around your waist while his other arm lays beneath your head, keeping it up right under his own. Warm, naked body pressed against your bare skin as he still lies comfortably in his slumber. It all felt unusually special after a frantic night out celebrating whatever it was, sometimes even just for fun. It felt even more special after not seeing each other for a whole week due to work.

Suddenly, the arm under your head moves slightly, and the arm around your waist pulls you closer. The head above your own turns down to press its lips against your head, kissing down to your cheek and, sneakily, your jawline. The ‘good morning’ leaving his mouth in a raspy voice but mellow tone as he lowers his kisses to your exposed neck, you quietly giggle and raise your shoulder to cover it, and you can only guess it elicits a smile from the male behind you as he rests his head back in the silk pillows of your shared bed.

His fingers traced light and various shapes along the sides of your torso; you felt your name being traced, and his name, letter by letter, carefully gliding against the skin on display. O-S-C-A-R. He slid his digits up to your shoulder, sliding painfully slowly down your arm, and that’s the moment you’re covered in goosebumps, your senses peeking up at whatever’s here to come. His fingers stop, hopping to your rib cage, where he traces your ribs one by one. He glides his fingers along the side of your waist, simulating where he placed his hands so many times, whether in an innocent way or not. Now he brought his fingers quickly down to your pelvic bone, which he loved so much, along with your collarbone, pressing down on it lightly. You reach your hand to his wrist, not to stop him but rather to guide him, slithering his hand between your legs, letting them push down on the inner side of your thighs, lightly running along the love bites left from the previous night when you’d finally met after being deprived of seeing each other. You can’t help but to part your lips at the lingering sensation, sighing softly, making Oscar kiss behind your ear and along your neck, the arm under your head folding at his elbow so his hand reached your head to caress the hair he loved so much, mostly caressing the side of your forehead very faintly.

Although it takes him so long to reach where you need him, there’s no such thing as impatience on mornings like this. There’s no such thing as desperation or frustration. There’s just one desire: to show how much you appreciate each other by lightly touching everywhere you love, to go deeper, to go slower, to go longer. More than leaving a mark on your bodies, leave marks engraved in your souls.

The way he delicately reaches your sweet spot and aches to be able to see your face as he takes his time to stroke exactly where you need it, finding the slow pace and precise spot where you’ve partially guided him to Oscar leaves kisses at the nape of your neck and around, hoping to catch even a small glimpse of your reaction. His fingers pick up a comfortable pace as he rubs your clit, sensitive still, whether it was from the previous night or simply because you’d just woken up. You forget how to breathe properly at that moment, breathing sharply and lazily moving your leg up to rest on top of his, giving him more room to work on. The sheets fell warm, covering you both from the outside world, which seems so distant right now. Your hand tightens its grip on your lover’s wrist in an attempt to guide him a little quicker, but he does not comply. Your other hand is around his other arm, so you have someone to hold on to.

He snuggles his head up against your neck, and you feel his breath hitting your uncovered skin and lingering along your neck, making you let out a quiet snicker, to which your boyfriend replied with one as well. As his digits lower their work and slip inside you, his thumb focuses on your clit, and the way his fingers circle your entrance makes you feel that buildup start to be overwhelming, your legs lightly twitching against Oscar’s body. And when he slickly slips his two digits in, it hits you slowly, a low moan leaving your mouth, breaking the silence felt until that moment. "Oscar, please.." He knows exactly what you want, so he doesn’t ask, but he’s not willing to give it to you right now. Instead, he pumps his fingers slowly, making you shudder underneath his touch as he kisses your shoulder. You know you can’t hold on much longer, and the way he’s working on you with his thumb along your clit and fingers moving at such a carefully slow pace leaves you shaking almost there. And that’s when he stops each and every contact he has with your body. His fingers slide away from between your legs, and his body leans back towards the centre of the bed rather than the side where you were both cuddled up. You close your thighs, hoping to get some kind of friction to end what he started, but it’s morning and you haven’t moved. Even if you were strong enough, at this time you weren’t.

Although you’re not mad at him, You’re patient, and you know what’s coming will be better. Your boyfriend gathers you towards him and rests you in the centre of the bed, lying down to make sure no muscle of yours is moving one inch. He sits back and carefully picks up your legs, sliding both of them on top of his shoulders. His eyes are half-lidded as he looks down at you, the dust of sleep still effectively spreading everywhere in your bedroom. He looks back down in between your legs, where he’d started previously, rubbing it lightly before stroking himself a few times. He carefully lined himself up with you and, only for a few seconds, let his cock rub against you teasingly. As his tip slid in, both of you gasped, looking at each other with eyes lit by the sun's rays now bravely peaking through your windows. He almost lies on top of you, one of his hands to your side, supporting himself on the bed, and the other reaching for your hand. As he reached it, he stretched his hand out and closed it, intertwining your fingers and pressing both of your hands on the bed. As he slid himself in, adjusting as he did so, you turned your head to the side leisurely, letting whispers of pleasure slip out of your lips rapidly. He leans down, keeping his face near yours. You can hear his quiet panting right in your ear as he starts thrusting into you. He kisses your cheek and then your neck, giving himself intervals between kisses to breathe. Your back lightly arches as he finally hits that one special place inside you, and you try to squeeze your thighs together, being impeded by the man between your legs working you so well and slowly that you’re on the verge of forgetting how to speak. He obviously notices and angles his thrusts to where he knows you’ll like them. You wrap your free hand around his head, running your fingers through his hair, and pull him closer to you.

"I love you, Y/N." He says it quietly in your ear, panting. His panting is getting harsher and his thrusting is getting sloppy; you know he won’t last much longer. But you’re not so far away either. Your legs are weakening and trembling, and you feel light waves of pleasure hitting you from time to time.

"I love you too, Oscar." You tell him shakily. He looks at you as you turn to him; a smile plays on his lips, and he presses your lips together, at which you both giggle lightly. In a few seconds, you feel yourself tense up, a choked moan leaves your mouth, and your legs wrap around your lover. A hit of pleasure runs throughout your body, and you’re done, panting sharply and closing your eyes. Only then do you feel your boyfriend tense up and spill inside of you, tightening the grip around your hands and letting himself rest on top of you as he rides out his high, lazily thrusting into you one last time before he pulls out. You let yourself go in that sparkly haze, closing your eyes and relaxing under that comfortable weight lying on top of you.

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As you open your eyes for the second time this day, there’s a tray with toasted bread and jam, along with a pot of coffee, being held by that beautiful being you have the honour to call your own. He noticed you awake, so he sat right next to you. You sit up and rest against him, placing the tray in front of you. If there is a more perfect way to start the day, you haven’t found it yet.

𝐀/𝐍: thank you for reading, please do send any requests

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𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ✧˚ · .

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you and carlos sainz have had your eyes on each other for so long, but the more you think about the each other the more jealous you get for others who get to spend time with the other. Who will fall first in this little game you’re playing?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 18+ (minors dni and read at your own discretion.), jealousy, semi-public sex, party, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), poorly written smut (first timer guys), mirror sex, Rudy Pankow involved because I need a random celebrity

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: carlos sainz x model!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2K+

𝐀/𝐍: very much inspired by “boyfriend” by ariana grande and social house music video. first time writing something like this, I might write more, requests always open.

There you stood in front of the big, dark wood door of the huge mansion where the party you’d been invited to was happening. Your stylist had picked a black sparkly short dress with stars on it, paired with under-the-knee high heel boots. Your ears and neck are adorned with silver jewellery, matching the bracelet around your wrist. The invite said to be there at around 21:00, but you are Y/N Y/L/N. You didn’t need to arrive a little late to make an impact on whoever was in there, but the team that worked with you knew how doing so reinforced that effect. And even if it was a private party, the paparazzi were going insane with your image spread on their cameras. Y/N, the epitome of beauty, the woman every magazine wanted on their covers, every designer on their runway, and every photographer in their studio.

You gave wide smiles to the paparazzi as you walked into the house. Other than the lack of light and the loud music all around, you noticed the main guests this party was for: all of the F1 grid. You were acquainted with them, but from the first meeting, you found them to be a nuisance to your job, to your image, and most importantly, to you, there were a few you tolerated but the way they messed with anyone that was involved in modeling threw you off. But.. him. Carlos Sainz, the one man you’d danced with on those warm summer nights in clubs, parties, or anywhere you were invited that enhanced your reputation. The black classic suit he was in, and to make it a little more informal, without the tie. The dress shirt unbuttoned the right amount, showing off just enough of the chest you’d rested your head on before. And under the lack of light, his eyes looked even shinier.

Throughout those months, Sainz and you had your eyes on each other. You only spoke to each other in person never through texting, but the amount of time both of you spent just looking at each other’s social media pages was too much to be safe for the average person. You saw every picture posted on his account, along with every one he was tagged in. But so did he. And every picture you took holding a man that wasn’t him a little closer than usual had him gritting his teeth and holding his phone a little tighter than usual. To be fair, you knew what you were doing without looking at it; you helped pick the photos for your social media, thinking about what reaction you’d get from the driver if he were to see them.

Of course, you greeted every one of them, talking loudly so you could be heard over the loud music. What a season! They deserve the break and whatever party is thrown for them, although you were sure they’d rather sleep. The other driver you actually got along with was Lando, so as soon as you went and said hello, the conversation went smoothly, catching up with the last few months. You couldn’t help but eye the Spaniard from the corner of your eye, sliding the tip of your fingers along the side of Lando’s arm as you laughed lightly at a joke he cracked. Carlos couldn’t just walk over and snatch you away from his friend and colleague, slapping his hand away even if it wasn’t touching you, so he decided to play your game.

Approaching another guest, she giggled as you watched the Spaniard move his lips, finishing with a grin playing on them. He eyed you almost directly, but somehow the woman in front of him didn’t notice. At this point, the conversation with Lando had faded out a bit, and he offered to go get you a drink, which, after turning back to him to stop looking at Carlos, you accepted. You stood there for a second. You weren’t going to let Sainz win the game you started. To your luck, Rudy Pankow walked right past you and, upon noticing, greeted you right away. Looking back at the Spaniard, who now had his hand placed very lightly, almost not touching the hips of the woman in front of him, as they both laughed, you hugged the blonde actor tightly and longer than usual. You held his arms, asking him how he was doing and how everyone was. He replied to you, but everything you could focus on was the Brunette man giving you a quick look, your eyes meeting for just a millisecond as the woman hugged him tightly while telling him something he genuinely didn’t care about at the moment.

"Rudy, that’s so nice." You said this as he told you all about what he was filming at the moment. He lowered his head slightly to hear what you needed to say, and reaching your mouth to his ear, you continued. "I really need to go touch up; I won’t take long, promise."

With that, you walked to the bathroom. It didn’t take you long to find it, but to your surprise, the bathroom was huge. There was a long counter with a sink and a vase with flowers placed on the other end, two round mirrors along that wall, and not one person was in there. Right after you left his field of vision, the one and only Carlos Sainz rushingly left the embrace of the woman, whose name he didn’t even remember, and without saying goodbye, basically ran after you.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, carefully running your fingers through your hair to fix it up, a silhouette showed up behind you. And without even looking carefully, you knew exactly who it was. "Carlos Sainz. You looked like you were having fun over there."

"Cállate, Princesa." (Shut up, Princess.) He says it in a more joking way than anything else. He makes his way over to you, shutting and locking the door behind him swiftly. You turned to him, and the moment your eyes met, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. The Spaniard’s hand flew to your hips, roughly gripping them. You threw your arms around his neck, letting your hands run along his dark hair. Both of your lips crashed into each other abruptly. Both of you lost the game. You lowered your hands to his chest, sliding them up to his shoulders under the black blazer he was wearing. It was far too hot in here for him to be wearing that. You slid your hands down just slightly, and Carlos placed his arms back, letting the blazer fall off, landing on the cold floor. His hands fell right back on you, and they roamed along your back. Every touch of his fingers against your skin made you press up against him, closing every air gap between you. He lowered his hand to the back of your thighs, picking you up and setting you down on that counter. As he set you down, you grabbed his shirt’s collar and pulled him towards you. It all felt so desperate and somewhat rushed. Both of you felt hot and in a trance; you both pulled away from each other. Carlos looked at you with those brown eyes of his, and you held your breath at the sight in front of you, his mouth slightly open, panting quietly, his once neat hair now messy. But you weren’t the only one in awe. Carlos looked at your face, lips red and swollen from the previous kissing, cheeks visibly warmer than before, and eyes carefully watching his every move. Nothing else mattered right now; the music was significantly lowered in volume in here, and all you could hear were your company’s panting along with yours. The Spaniard didn’t take long to place both of your lips back together, and you roughly roamed your hands on each other, moving almost savagely on the counter—CRASH! Only you looked at the fallen, now broken, vase on the floor. "Wait, Carlos—"

"It doesn’t matter, cariño." He said, his hands reaching the zipper on the back of your dress, sliding it down and placing his hands under it, sliding one of the straps down to reveal more of your neck, then sliding the other one down to reveal your breasts, your nipples hardening at the contact with the cold air. He trailed kisses down your jawline and neck, reaching them. He worked carefully on both of your nipples, giving them equal attention. His hands rested on both sides of your waist. You rested your head back on the mirror behind you and intertwined your fingers with his hair. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, breathing shakily. His hand moved to the side of your thighs, sliding to the inner side of them, and not long after, right under your dress, lightly touching your clothed clit with his fingers. At which point you gasped, feeling almost dizzy. He rubbed it on top of your black lace panties just the right way—enough to keep you shaking from pleasure in his hands but not nearly enough to make you cum. "Carlos.."

"Dime, niña bonita." (Tell me, pretty girl.) He whispered lowly in your ear.

"Please, please make me cum." You desperately told him he slid your panties down your legs, you whining at the loss of contact in between your legs, and threw them near his blazer, and in a second he got on his knees in front of you, leaning his head against the inner side of your thigh. Your hands still rested on his soft hair as he pulled you towards him, sliding you on the counter. He pulled your dress up and guided his finger on your folds, hovering over your clit before pressing down. His finger slid slickly inside you, earning a choked moan out of your mouth. His tongue started working on your clit, and at the contact, you abruptly gripped his hair and practically screamed. As he got quicker, Carlos added two more fingers, and you could do nothing but let him, at this point only seeing stars. His pants were getting tighter as your moans became louder and your legs shook under the influence of his actions. Your legs instinctively closed around him as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you let out a string of moans, calling out his name. The Spaniard pried your legs open and got up. "I don’t remember saying you could cum, cariño. Fucking the obedience back into you doesn’t sound like a bad idea."

You panted, fucked out, and were sensitive from the orgasm you’d just had. Carlos didn’t seem to care as he slid you down from the counter and turned you around to face the mirror. You could see him with his hands lowered in the mirror, but what confirmed he was unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants were the noises, the clinging of the metal part of the belt and the unzipping of the dress pants. After doing so, he looked up at you, placing his hand near your mouth and resting his fingers on your lips. You took them in your mouth, sucking gently on them and coating them with the saliva built up from simply looking at the male behind you. Carlos stroked himself a bit, sighing, before pressing his cock against your pussy. "Fuck. Carlos, just do it." You moaned out, lowering your head with both hands to your sides and supporting yourself on the marble counter of the bathroom. He stopped himself.

"What do you want me to do, Princesa?" You shivered under his touch, one of his hands going up to your breasts, flicking the hardened skin of your nipple between his fingers, the other under your chin, almost wrapping around your throat from the front. He made you look at yourself in the mirror. "Look at you. I bet none of those guys have ever left you like this, have they? I know you posted all those pictures just for me. You get off at the thought of me getting jealous over you, huh? Princesa?" 

You looked at yourself in the mirror; the mess you were in under his touch was unmatched. Fucked out and breathless, still waiting and begging for more, your hair falling on both of your shoulders, your skin glistening with sweat and desire, He was right; no one to ever touch you had touched you like he did; you were ruined for other men after today. "I need you right now, please, Carlos, please." You begged, looking at him through the mirror.

"Only because you asked nicely, niña bonita." He slid his cock into your pussy slowly, groaning.

"You had to put it all in, you fucking asshole." You said that, struggling to keep your legs still so you wouldn’t fall.

"Perdóname, but I’m not halfway in." (Forgive me.) He cooed, leaning against you and tightening the grip on your throat to hold your head up still. Your knees gave out slightly, and you tried to keep your strength on your arms. The unstoppable noises slipping out of your lips could only encourage Carlos more, as he finally thrust in everything he could, earning sharp panting for you underneath him. He started thrusting into you at a slow pace, although it didn’t take him long to speed up, and it didn’t take long for you to feel that pit in your stomach again. Finally, it hit you—that sweet spot you liked so much. Your whole body trembled as Carlos hit it, and noticing it, he angled his thrusts towards that same spot. It was being used and abused, and you couldn’t hold out like this much longer. You were practically screaming; no one outside could hear you both with the loud music and chatting of everyone, but even if they did, at this point you couldn’t care less. "Y/N, Y/N.." Carlos chanted, his thrusts getting sloppier, his breathing getting heavier, and his moans getting louder.

"Please let me,.. ugh.., please let me cum, Carlos." The way his name slid off your tongue drove him wild. "Cum for me, Princesa." He almost begged in your ears; you felt yourself tense up, and from there you were lost, crying out his name, gripping on anything you could around you, and your legs shaking from the wave of pleasure that shot through you.

As you rode out your high, you felt Carlos halt and pull out, spilling his seed onto your thighs, holding you against him, and pressing open-mouthed kisses anywhere he could reach on your skin.

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Carlos was sitting on the floor with his legs stretched out, his blazer on the floor next to him. You sat on top of him, head leaning against the counter; you were dressed now, and you innocently giggled at whatever he was saying. He had his fingers running along your cheek, and you had your fingers gripping the collar of his shirt. Your lips inches away from his.

"Estás tan hermosa—"

An unlocking noise was heard, and Lando walked in. Both of you halted and leaned back away from each other’s touch. Lando looked at the both of you, still you sat on Carlos’ legs, furrowing his eyebrows and visibly gritting his teeth. He looked at the broken vase on the floor and at the way you were now adjusting the strap of your dress while Carlos buttoned his shirt back up. And before any of you could speak, he just backed away.

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