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One more drink XI. -Pierre Gasly series

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Pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader

warning: swearing, language, mention of depression, alcohol usage, smut

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- Milan, Italy -

"You can't tell this to Pyry" He pointed at me while he was cutting up his pizza at the small restaurant we have found in one of the little alleys in Milan. We have had a small argument about where to eat because Pierre thought about a restaurant we should go but when I searched for it on Google and saw that it was one of the most expensive ones in the city I said no way we are going to that one. I explained him that I don't need it to pay hundreds of euros for food. He tried to make me understand he just wants me to feel like I'm important and want to spoil me. I don't need that, I need him to be real with him. Prada, Gucci does not mean that I’m important for him, a word of a touch means much more because that one cannot be bought with any currency. After our conversation he seemed surprised but I felt like he understood what I was trying to implement.

"He already knows that I'm the devil. So don't hate on me when you get extra push up for tomorrow's gym session." I giggled as I dived in my pasta. "I love cuisine in here." I hummed as I closed my eyes and leaned back on the chair enjoying the tasty sauce. "What?" I looked at him when he had a small smile on his lips.

"Nothing you are just so cute when you are passionate about something and you are enjoying it." I looked back at my dish with blush on my cheeks and pushed a strain of hair back behind my ears.

"I have wanted to ask if Fabiana was mad about your post?"

"She was never mad, she was just doing her job. And PR understood too, so don’t worry about it. But actually she is really happy for us. She likes you. "He took another bite before continuing."But to be honest, who does not like you? Just look at you!"

"Oh there are definetly some people, and there will be more when fans will connect the dots and find my Instagram account." I took a sip from my Aperol.

"If you ever feel like it's getting overwhelming, promise me that you will tell me about it, okay?" He grabbed my hand on the table and squeezed my fingers as he looked deeply in my eyes.

"I promise"

We have spent the day walking around in the city checking out every tourist favourite places like the cathedral and we could not skip the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II also even though we have had to fought our way throught the huge crowd. At night when we arrived back in Pierre's flat we were exhausted.

"I feel like I just did a shift back in the bar" I sighed as I kicked my sneaker off and laid down on the couch in the living room. His apartment was huge. It was really minimalist, white interrior with black furnitures. "I can give you a massage for your sore muscles."He hovered over me on the couch and started to kiss my neck.

"Hmm it would be nice." I hummed under him and tried to arch my back so he could have a better reach to my sweet spot on my neck.

"Go to the bedroom, and take your shirt off." He got up from the couch walking to the way of his bathroom.

" Are we already at that part of our relationship where I have to undress myself and you are not helping?" I joked with him as I walked in the room slipped out from my shirt and laid face down on the bed. I felt the bed dip between my waist before I felt his rough hands up on my naked waist caressing it slowly.

"Mon amour, I will never get tired of undressing that beautiful body of yours." He whispered close to my sholder blades befor laying some kisses between. He pulled his hands up till my bra and released the clips with a single movement. I winched when the cold gel came in contact with my back. "Sorry I forgot it can be cold." He giggled as he started to massage in the mentholy gel in my back. His hands were incredible. "Baby your back is like a brick, I have to start massaging you more."

"Oh please I would definetly sacrifise my body for your hands. " I moaned into the pillow as his hands were working up on my shoulders. "Fuck..."I squealed when he started to knead my shoulder.

"Mon Ange if you are gonna moan like this I will have a hard on soon." He giggled and pushed his hands more into my stiff muscles earning another moan from me which was followed by a laugh.

"But you are doing it so good, can I book a once a week appointment in your salon?" I looked up at him

"It would costs you a lot babe, I don't work with cheap prices."

"I can find out a payment method I think." I giggled and I pushed my butt up to budge him in the crotch with it earning a grunt from him.

"Never thought that in my life a girl wants to pay me for a service like on Pornhub." He laughed as he swiped his hands up and down in my back as he finished. "But I'm not complaining" he leaned closer and kissed my cheek before gave me a big slap on my butt. He grabbed on both side of my waist before pulled me up on all four. Leaned forward and grabbed both my wrist and pulled me back to lean on his chest. He swiped my hair off my shoulder so he can kiss on my neck easier. I hummed in response to him as he nibbled on my soft skin. My fingers waved through his hair and came down to caress his cheeks.

“Pierre we have a reservation for dinner.” I hummed as one of his arm came around my waist to pull me closer to him.

“Can’t I have you as a dinner?” He breathed on my neck and his other arm came up on my upper body and grabbed my naked breast which fall down due to that he unclipsed it for the massage. His hand which was planted on my waist went down in my leggings and stopped at the band of my underwear. "Do you really want to go for that dinner chérie?"

To be honest my mind was not working all I could feel is that how hiw fingers felt on my skin. The lust inside of me was off the roof, and I was breathing heavily as my heart was beating in rapid speed. This man was my end, he could just look at me in a way or with just a few words and touch and I'm melting in his hands and cannot put together a sentence. In return I just shook my hand which he got as a green light and dipped his hand in my underwear. The fingers on his other hand was playing with my nipple rolling and pinching on the sensitive bud and tugging a few times. I moaned loudly as his finger went between my folds and started to caressing my clit. "Let your voice out amour, want to hear you moan and scream." He whispered in my ear as his hand went up on my troath and pulled my head back to his way. "Tell me a number."

"What?" I breathed out in confusion

"Tell me a number how many times you want to cum tonight." I let out a shaky breath thinking back to his statement the first night we have had sex. "Come on baby don't be shy. You know how much I love challanges."

"Four.." I whispered

"Your wish is my command " He kissed my cheek as his finger started to circle in a faster pace causing me to squirm. As his fingers did wonders on my clit his other arm was still on my troath sometimes giving me a little squeeze on it closeing the air away from the lungs which just made the whole sensation much bigger and I felt my first orgasm is comming with rapid speed. I was on the edge of it when he stopped, I let out a frustrated growl and bucked my hips to have a friction with his fingers. "Really eager one huh." He laughed in my ears.

"I was about to cum and you stopped, that's cruel... " I groaned back to him.

"Yea I know but I'm not rushing anywhere so be patience mon ange." He kissed my temple before starting to circle his fingers on again. I moaned loudly as I grabbed on his arm and dug my fingers in his skin feeling that I'm on the way to my orgasm again and now it came much faster and stronger then a minute before. But he was holding up on my waist strong and pulled me back on his body not letting me falling forward on the mattress. "One down, three more to go." He turned my head and kissed my lips, I hummed satisfied as I felt his plump lips on mine. I turned around and grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and throw it somewhere in the room. I let my hands go around in his beautiful upper body, caressing his packs going up till his chest where my fingers waved through his hairy chest reaching that gold necklace that always made my knees weak when I saw it on pitures poking out. I twirled his chain around my finger and pulled him closer by it to steal a kiss from him. I tried to push him down on the mattress but he grabbed my wrist. "No, I did not finish with you Mademoiselle." He pushed my down on the mattress and started to kiss his way down to my waist. He pulled down my leggings and panties with one swift motion and throw it down from the bed. He kissed his way up on my legs, kissing the inner side of my thigh really close to my throbbing core, but before he reached it, he pushed himself away and leaned over me and kissed me again. "J'adore chaque partie de toi. I adore every part of you." His fingers drawed small circles in my inner thight as he was whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Breath got hitched in my troath when I felt his fingers dipping in again between my folds and started to play with my hot core. As two of his fingers went inside me I arched my back and moaned loudly. He planted his other finger on my clit and started to draw small but fast circles on it as his fingers where pumping in and out of me.

"Pierre.. God..." I panted as I tried to catch my breath from my excitement. He was doing an amazing job on me, I have never felt this aroused before with any of my partners, he knows exactly which buttons he has to push on me to have a mindblowing orgasm. It did not take long to reach my second one, as I came I grabbed on the blanket next to my head as I arched my back and let out a small screaming of his name. "Jesus Christ... you are incredible.." I panted as I leaned closer to him and kissed his lips.

"And the best part is yet to come baby." He breathed on my lips and got up from the bed. I was still panting as I was wathcing him unbuckle his belt and pushing his trousers with his boxers down seeing his fully hard dick sprung up nealry hitting his lower stomach. I swallowed hard as my eyes were scanning through his body and everytime my eyes went back to his hard member I felt like I was getting wetter. "Like what you see doll?" he teased and walked to his bedside table to pull a condom out.

"You really have no ide how mouthwatering can you be?"

"Good thing is that you can have this sight as many times as you just want it." He winked at me as he rolled the condom on and climbed back on the bad positioning himself between my legs. " And I would love to take a picture of you laying on my bed like this, with that lustfull look of yours." He licked his lips as he push his tip on my clit earning a sigh from me.

"You can take a picture, so next time you are away you still have something to look at." I winked at him as he had opened his mouth in surprise.

"Jesus Gina, you say and do something something that makes me like you even more." He mumbled and leaned closer to kiss me as he pushed himself into me, I gasp at the still new feeling of him filling me out fully. I grabbed on his hair in the back of his neck with one hand as my other was on his chest. I could feel under my palm how fast does his heart beats.

"I like you a lot too." I mumbled on his lips and felt him smiling as he kissed me back. He started with slow but deep thrust, which turned into faster a little later. He was moaning in my ear everytime he thrusted as I was holding myself on his shoulders scraping the his back with my nails. I pushed my hand down between our bodies and started to play with myself to bring the pleasure to another level. He was thrusting in me with an incredible speed as I reached my thrid orgasm, I was whining as he was still thrusting in and out of me letting me ride out my high. But after I came down from my orgasm he pulled out and with and easy move turned me around and pulled my up on my fours. He pushed on my back between my shoulders to make me lower my upper body on the mattress and poking out my ass more. I pushed my legs more apart and laid my head down on the pillow waiting for him to take me from the back. He was growling something in french before he slapped my ass and pushed himself in me. I grabbed on the pillow and whinced as I felt him inside of him. He felt so much bigger this way and I have had no idea how is it was possible. The feeling of him filling me up this way was incredible. He grabbed on my ass and waist and squezzed it as he started to pound me from behind. I cried out from the new feeling of pleasure and I reached back and grabbed on his thighs.

"Merde.." He whined and leaned forward before snaked his palm over my troath and pulled my body up to his. "You are incredible.." He whispered in my ear as I was moaning his name out. "We still have one more to achive so prepare yourself babygirl." He pushed his hand between my thighs and played with my overstimulated. I cried out loud at the feeling of hurt and pleasure of the same time. "Come on baby I know you can do it."

"Jesus....I'm cumming" I screamed as my orgasm arrived with rapid tempo due to the new position and I crashed on the mattress planting my face on the pillow. I saw that next to the bed there was a huge mirror on the wall. The thing that I can see perfectly the two of us as he was pounding me from behind with rapid speed and deep thrust could even make me cum another time. He was panting and grabbing on my ass thightly as he was getting closer and closer to his own release.

"Putain" he let out an animalistic growl after it too before I felt him twitching inside me and came. He crushed down next to me on the bed pulling my body with his. We were trying to cath out breath again from our exercise and I was playing the gold chain on his chest, and planting some kiss on the skin under it. "Shit sorry I think that one will stay there for a few days." He caressed the skin on my hips which had some red marks on it from his grip. I shook my head and kiss his cheek.

"It was worth it." I leaned closer and packed on his lips. "That mirror was a good idea." I pointed with my head to the wall.

"Oh yes, seeing you in pleasure while I fuck you is one of the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life." He kissed the tip of my nose. I felt my heart leaps forward at his comment because I was thinking about the same thing but hearing from him made it different. "Were you serious about taking a picture of you?

"Yes, why would I not. I know it will be harder for us after this weekend. I won't see you that much. And it makes me sad." I looked up at him as I was gathering my clothes from the floor.

"You can come to the other races too."

"Pierre I have to work also, I can't let my brothers to do everything instead of me. And also if you are going to the US it's not like Europe. And I can't take that many weeks off from work."

"Yea I know and I understand.." He sighed and looked down on the duvet and started to play with the wrinkles on it.

"But let's use all the time we have now okay?" I tilted his chin up and kissed his lips slowly.

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“Pierre, when will the guys arrive?” I yelled for him from the kitchen as I was preparing the dinner. As I just finished with my sentence the door bell rang.

“I guess now.” He appeared from his room and walked to the door. The guys have planned a get together on Tuesday afternoon due to that most of them will be already in Italy and they did not hang out during the summer break. “Ciao!” Pierre opened the door and fist bumped and hugged Charles and after greeting Charlotte with kisses on the cheek.

“Carlos is coming up in the elevator too so don’t close the door.” Charles looked back from his shoulder as he was going around the kitchen island to greet me. “Hey, that’s smells delicious what are you making.” He draped his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me before trying to steal a tomato from the cutting board.

“Pierre wanted to have tacos. So that’s what we are gonna have.” I nodded the mentioned guy’s way before I greeted Charlotte too.

“Where is my favourite Hungarian wine drinker fella? “ Carlos appeared at the door and greeted Pierre before came to my way and out the bottle of wine on the counter. “O tacos?” He beamed and he also tried to steal a tomato from the board.

“You guys are terrible!” I laughed and tried to swat them away from the kitchen.

“Can I help you somehow?” Pierre came behind me and kissed my temple after making his friends to sit down at the counter having some drinks in their hands.

“You can cut up the onions if you want to help.” I pushed the vegetables in front of him with a knife as I turned back to the stove mixing the meat in the pot. Not even a second later I heard a hiss.

“Gina, I cut my finger. I’m bleeding.” Pierre whined as I turned back to him and saw a little line on his finger which was not even bleeding that much.

“Me too since yesterday so please try to keep the crying on the minimum” I turned back to the pot when the room erupted in laughter including Pierre as well. I giggled as I looked back at him with a small smile making sure I was just joking.

“So that explains your grumpiness earlier today. I thought you did not have your breakfast.” He kissed my cheek and stepped away chatting with the guys.

"Hey, I got a mail from my manager about that for tomorrow afternoon we can go out one of the close tracks in here for testing out some cars. Would you like to come?" Charles asked as he took a sip out from his beer. I looked at Pierre with a pleasing look in my eyes while I moved my head up and down nodding to make him understand that I would love to go a program like this. " I guess she already decided" Carlos laughed as he pointed at my way and Pierre just shook his head smiling.

"Perfect, then I will send you the details about it and the time in the morning." Charles smiled and called his manager.

Everyone left around midnight, we were sitting out in Pierre’s flat’s huge balcony, chatting and drinking. They were talking about their vacation and the plans for the weeks after Monza. I was putting away all of the remaining food and filling up the washing machine, when two arm circle around my waist.

“I will finish this. Go take a shower, you deserve it. The dinner amazing, thank you.” He kissed my shoulder and then my cheeks as he was pushing me out from the kitchen. “And after we can cuddle. Okay?

“I would really love that, thank you.” I let a small smile on my lips and walk out of the kitchen.

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“Babe, are you ready?" He walked in the room searching for me as I was going through my luggage searching for what to wear.

"I need like five minutes to get ready and we can go. I just can't find my jeans I wanted to wear today."

"You know, you can pack some of your things out from the luggage I have cleared a wardrobe for you." He leaned on the doorframe wathcing me going throw my clothes in my bag. My hand stopped roaming around the clothes and I looked up at him. " I mean if you think it's fast that's okay. I just thought that maybe you can leave some of your things in here so anytime you come here you don't have to bring that much with you. " He was so cute when he was rambling while he was fidgeting with his fingers. I was studying his figure as he was looking at his feet, I got up and walked closer to him and ran my fingers through his and squeezed his hand a little bit to make him look at me.

"If you would like me to have some of my stuff here and it's not scaring you that we are going this fast then I'm okay with it. Just show me the wardrobe where I can pack my stuff out later." I kissed the tip of his nose and his eyes light up and a huge smile appeared on his face. All the words from my friends back in Greece were going in my head about how much he looks like he is caring about me, and thinks about this as a serious thing. And I started to feel like a few days ago that I can really fall for this guy quickly but really deeply. With this suggestion it just made my heart leaps forward with big thumps, reassuring me that he does thing this as a really serious one. And that made me really happy and my fear of serious relationships started to fade away more and more.

"Okay, so we have three cars to try out. Two of them are racing cars." The owner of the track was pointing at the two black cars infront of us. "And the last one is for drifting. If you would like to try that one out too, we have a full drifting track for you where you can try drifting on dry circumtances and we can make the track wet so you can try that one out." He pointed at a blue chrome coloured Mustang GT. "I will bring out the helmets ina minute until you can choose which one you would like to drive." He smiled at us and went inside of the garage. I took a step closer and ran my finger through the hood of the Mustang.

"I’m really trying not the jealous over that car when you are touching it like that." Pierre laughed behind me with the other guys. I looked back at him with a huge smile on my lips " I guess you choose your weapon."

"Yes, I used to drift with a car like this, but a little bit older type."

"You drifted?"Charlotte asked and I looked at her smiling as I nodded my head.

"Dude this girl is the coolest one from all you previous girlfriends. She has a bar, has awsome car, can fix everything on them and she did drifting too..." Charles shaked his head laughing as Pierre grabbed my shoulder and pulled me closer to him and kissed the top of my head.

"I know she worth a fortune."

"Yes, my brother had a car like this. We all bought really bad conditioned cars and we fixed them and tuninged them up. So we could go out to car meeting and drifting shows. I had a Honda Civic it was my first car and I loved that car so much. But it was a piece of shit it always broke down in the middle of the road." I laughed as I remembered how many times I was fixing that car on the side of the roads, it always had some problem. It never mattered to that car if it was boiling hot or it was raining or snowing it could just stop, so I always had a bag full with tools inside of it so I can fix it up. At those times I was not laughing when I was laying under that car as it was showering but now I can look it back as funny memories.

"Okay I'm going with her!" Charlotte pointed at me after she took the helmet out of the guy's hand.

"Hey! I'm here too.. I 'm a racing driver!" Charles squeled offended as Pierre started laughing loudly which everyone joined soon. " Okay so now the game is on. We will have a drifting race. It's enough that you stole my best friend but I'm not giving you my love." He pointed at me threateningly but he had a small smile playing on his lips just as his eyes were shining mischevously. I shook his extended hand out in agreement.

"Okay, but don't cry when I beat your ass" I chuckeled and I got the helmet on and I was watching the guys as they were getting ready too.

"Hey cool one!" Pierre stepped closer flicking my helmet. " Show this whining one that you can drift better then him, okay?" He knocked his helmet to mine when I shook my head in agreement. " But come back to me in one piece okay?" He pointed his pinky at me and as our tradition.

I started the car and the familiar humming started I felt the adrenalin pumping in my veins. I put the car in first gear and started off at the track. I did some warm up laps before I nodded the guys on the side that I'm ready to start the timer. Charles finished with a short time on the track so I grabbed the wheel strgonly as I started on the track trying to beat the F1 driver. Even if it was more then a year ago that I drifted last it was like cycling,you can't forget how to do it. When I finished the track with a additional doughnut slideing really close to the wall where the guys were standing.

"So what the time?" I asked looking out of the window watching as Charlotte's smile got bigger when she read off the number's from Charle's phone.

"You beat him with 5 seconds." She clapped her hand together and I got out of the car jumping around the car before heading to his way and took my hand out for a shake.

"Thank you for the race Leclerc."

"You did a good job Gina." He smiled at me warmly as he shook my hand.

"I don't know if I should be scared of your driving skills or be absouletely turned on by them." Pierre hugged my from behind as he whispered in my ears after I took the helmet off. "But I'm really proud of you, this was awsome." He kissed my cheek as I was just standing there smiling happily.

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verstappensrealwife · 3 months

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

Beyond Friendship's Boundaries - Lance Stroll x Reader

smut.

approx. 1960 words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

el fin.

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

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valyrfia · 7 days

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I mean this the nicest way possible but have you considered the fact that you just .. hate RPF? Wich is fine, like you said it's a gray area. It's not everyone's cup of tea, actually! It's not even mine because I actually came across those trailers you said! And I instantly went "ew wtf" and I clicked not interested, and then I another showed up, and clicked not interested, and then the algorithm went ok got it, and it's been a while thankfully, that hasn't showed up. So, what I mean is, there is content in the internet that is weird, that's for sure, but there's like... Ways to avoid it? And the way that this has been a persistent subject in your blog in such a deep way makes me think that you suffer it more than anyone, wich is fine but just, don't look at it anymore? I don't know what to say honestly because, again no to be rude but youre making the MOST out of it. And it's like you're treating fandom culture like this deep dark secret when its as public as it can be and I promise you the most a person can do is feel weirded out and mute that content, and hope it doesn't show up.! But for example, I hate povs content, and that has to be the most persistent content I've seen so far on F1, full of "you're the wife/girl/sister" blah blah and I'm a lesbian, I've clicked not interested so many times I lost count and IT KEPT showing up (until i figured muting y/n, driver x reader helps) so if it keeps you more calm there are ways to avoid content you dont like!

I get where you’re going with this but also, nah. I’ve always loved RPF and will keep consuming it whenever I can. I just make a big stink out of seeing it outside of tumblr and ao3 because of algorithms and the way I was taught to interact with RPF about fifteen years ago in which….these things have to stay within their intended circles at all costs. This is back when fandom content was not cool and mainstream and unless you kept your fandom life and your actual life very separate you get bullied to hell for it. Now, I often feel like the pendulum has swung a little too far the other way and there’s such a massive influx of new people because fandom culture is trendy that fandom etiquette is starting to collapse. The treatment of RPF being one of them.

RPF differs from POV content in two ways. The first is that POV content is a little more accepted than RPF in the general consciousness, usually because it’s het but also because it’s very obvious this is a self insert fantasy which while I imagine is awkward for drivers to see, can be easily laughed off as being so obviously just a fantasy. RPF on the other hand builds off of pre-existing relationships and lore and is usually slash, which already introduces an awkward element (and you can say the men shouldn’t have toxic masculinity all you like, it’s not just them that’s the issue it’s everyone who perceives them and the content), also it’s more difficult because people DO talk about these pairings platonically. In order to not experience Lestappen on my tiktok FYP, I can’t interact with any video that mentions those two in the same breath ever because the algorithm will eventually push me ship content even if I don’t want to see it and I click not interested. This happens over and over again.

I love RPF which am just on super high alert about RPF safe spaces being breached because I know from lived experience that it doesn’t bode well. This is also just personally not the way I was taught to interact with fandom, and again I’ve seen enough shit in my time to understand why that etiquette had to be enforced.

#anon #asks #keep RPF on tumblr discourse #there’s generally a breakdown of fandom etiquette and RPF popping up everywhere is a symptom of that I could talk for hours but

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 9 months

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Shut Up and Drive Chapter 1

Roy Kent x F1 Driver! F! Reader

3.4k (!!!!!!!!!!!) words

Warnings: Language, smut smut smut, oral (F receiving), Roy Kent being very horny, also I know nothing about F1

Author's Note: Requested by the lovely @agentstarkid. Part one of two (maybe three??? We'll see!). Still learning to write smut sooooooo not sure how good it is?? Honestly this was the horniest writing I have ever done in my life.

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Roy knew who you were. He knew exactly who you were. Unbeknownst to everyone in his life, he often watched you race on television, he scrolled through tweets about you, he even pictured you sometimes when he was pleasuring himself in the shower.

He was pretty sure he had a racing suit fetish now, thanks to you.

But fuck, you were something to see in person. Especially in what was probably the shortest, tightest dress he’d ever seen. It was borderline indecent- well, the thoughts in his head sure were. Roy Kent felt like a fucking teenager, hoping he wouldn’t get a boner in front of his friends and the press at this stupid party Keeley’d promised would be fun.

Much to Roy’s embarrassment, Keeley tugged him along to say hello with her and Rebecca. The women gave you quick, warm hugs, but your eyes were on Roy, unabashedly running your gaze down his muscular figure with a coolly raised eyebrow.

“The woman of the hour,” Rebecca praised. “Win number six on Sunday, hmm?”

“We’ll see,” you murmured, smirk on your face, the same smirk Roy’d seen dozens of times on television. The same smirk he wanted to kiss right off your face. You tilted your head at him. “Roy Kent,” you greeted, shaking his strong hand. “Didn’t know you like racing.”

Roy gave a curt nod, squeezing your hand reluctantly before letting go, trying to forget the fantasies he’d had about your hands roaming his body. “A bit,” he admitted, much to Keeley and Rebecca’s surprise. “Been following you a lot this season, actually.”

The coy smile on your lips had his head reeling. “I’m honored.”

You’d caught Roy Kent staring at you several times throughout the evening, an intense, fiery gaze that had electricity coursing through your body. You were pretty sure he was imagining what you looked like out of this dress; you knew you were wondering what his fitted suit would look like on your hotel room floor.

You chatted a bit more with the Richmond group, feeling a surge of pride when Rebecca and Keeley mentioned their idea women’s team, teasing Rebecca about how she should invest in Formula 1 instead. Eventually, Keeley got distracted by a very needy Jamie Tartt, and Rebecca saw some old friend who was dying to talk about Ruper Mannion’s losing West Ham, which left you all alone with a broodingly gorgeous Roy Kent.

“I’m glad Keeley managed to get you all out here,” you hummed. “It’s a fun weekend.”

“How d’you know Keeley again?”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “Did a magazine shoot together. She was supposed to be hanging seductively off these different drivers, all hot in like a bikini thing while they were in their racing suits. But when it came to me, they weren’t going to include her. But Keels, cheeky thing, insisted on posing the exact same way she had with Daniel and Lando and the rest of them.” The wink you shot Roy was nothing short of erotic. “It was pretty hot. Fucking magazine editor didn’t have the guts to run it, though. Scared little twat.”

Roy wasn’t sure if it was your vulgar vocabulary or the image of you with Keeley in some sapphic pose giving him a hardon. Probably both. Or maybe it was the undeniable bedroom eyes you were shooting him as you sipped your drink through the little black cocktail straw, reminding him of the images he’d created in the shower last night.

“I love this hotel,” you mused, interrupting Roy’s filthy thoughts. “They’re quite lovely. Always make sure my favorite things are in my room when I arrive. Sweets, alcohol, that sort of thing.” You raised your glass. “Better than the stuff they’re serving here, actually.”

Doing his best to maintain the bored face he’d perfected long ago, Roy shrugged. “D’you mind sharing?”

He had to be imagining the way you licked your lipstick-stained lips. “I love sharing.” With a boldness that had Roy biting back a groan, you took his hand and guided him through the crowd until the two of you reached the lift; he was grateful for the other people that filled the small space, forcing you to stand close to him, letting him feel the heat radiating off your exposed skin.

You led him off the elevator and to your suite, no signs of awkwardness or bashfulness as you unlocked your door and gestured for him to enter. Roy had stayed at enough hotels to know that your suite was one of the nicer ones this place had to offer; unsurprising, especially with all the attention you were getting this weekend, what with your sixth win on the horizon.

“Scotch?” you offered, holding up the bottle that Roy knew cost almost as much as some people’s rent.

“Perfect.” Roy helped you find a couple of glasses and watched as you poured each drink generously. He wondered if the small brush of your fingers against his was on purpose as you handed him his glass.

You tapped your glass to his with a clink. “Cheers.”

Roy eyed you as he sipped, his mind racing like your car as it finally dawned on him that the two of you were alone in a hotel room with nothing but alcohol and his bad intentions. And you were peering at him like something to be devoured. Fuck.

“Have a seat,” you urged, plopping yourself down on the couch with ease, crossing your legs and causing your already short dress to ride up, displaying even more of your thigh- on purpose, Roy hoped.

He joined you, doing his best to ignore the slightly ajar door that he knew led to the bedroom.

You closed your eyes and tilted your head back, exposing the neck that Roy desperately wanted to mark up. “This is about the only time I’ll get to relax before Sunday,” you sighed.

“Is that your way of telling me to hurry the fuck up and finish my drink so you can be alone?” Roy joked, hoping he was wrong as he let his arm rest behind you on the couch.

“No.” You opened your bright eyes and tilted your head towards him, your lips curved upwards. “It’s my way of saying it’s nice to have some company.”

Before Roy could think of something clever to say, his mobile vibrated in his pocket. With a heaving sigh, he pulled it out and checked the incoming message: Did I see you get on the lift with one of the racers??? Fucking Jamie needed to mind his own damn business.

“That your girlfriend wondering where you’ve gone off to?” you teased.

Roy couldn’t help his eyeroll as he texted Jamie to Fuck off. “Just Jamie Tartt.”

“Boyfriend then?”

The snort that shot out of his mouth was pure reflex. “Watch it, or you’ll be finishing that bottle of scotch all on your own.”

You turned your body towards his, gazing up at him through thick lashes. “Oh no, we can’t have that.”

Roy felt less like Roy Kent, celebrity, professional footballer, dater of models and actresses, and more like a scared teenage boy hoping his first girlfriend would rub his prick through his jeans in a dark movie theatre. Unsure, embarrassed, hopeful, not a trace of confidence. He’d be annoyed at himself if he wasn’t so busy being turned on by you.

“Feel ready for Sunday?” He had to say something, literally anything, before he flat-out asked you for a shag.

A small huff passed your lips. “Mostly. Just trying to make myself relax.”

I could help with that, Roy thought devilishly, forcing himself to sip his drink so the words didn’t slip out. “How d’you usually relax before a race?”

Finally, you looked as tense as he felt. “You’ll need to get me a lot drunker before I tell you that, Roy Kent.”

Roy’s eyebrows flew up, wondering if you were implying what he thought you were implying. “Oi, I’m getting you drunk? You’re the one who invited me up here, remember?”

Your shoulders relaxed at his razzing. “I know. So forward. My mother would be fucking horrified, me having a man in my hotel room.” Your eyes travelled down his body, not an ounce of shame on your face. “Especially one that looks like you.”

Well, any shred of doubt about your intentions was certainly beginning to disappear.

“I won’t fucking tell if you don’t,” Roy quipped, his own smirk finally forming.

You wrinkled your nose playfully. “Dunno if I can trust you. How do I know you’re not going to call my mum and tell her that you were in my room at this indecent hour?”

His confidence was finally beginning to show its face. “Because then you’d call my mum to tell her I’m in your room at this indecent hour.” His eyes were practically glued to your smirk.

“Guess it’s our little secret then,” you purred.

“If I’m keeping this secret,” Roy began, eyebrows raised teasingly, “then maybe you can trust me with telling me how you relax before a race.”

You let out a scoffing laugh, one of the sexiest sounds Roy had ever heard. “Come on, Kent. You’re a big boy. I’m sure you can figure it out.” Your light shove to his shoulder had him growing harder. “You probably do the same thing before a big match.”

Yep. You were implying what he thought you were implying.

His silence worried you for a moment. “Not scandalizing you, am I?”

“No,” he murmured, brushing his fingers along your bare thigh, watching your face carefully to make sure he was reading you correctly. “Just thinking.”

“About?” you hummed, leaning towards him.

He licked his lip and flattened his palm, covering your thigh with his rough hand. “All I can think about… is how good you’re going to taste.” His hand began traveling towards the high hem of your dress. “If you’d like help with relaxing, that is.”

You pretended that his words didn’t have your pussy pulsing. “What a gentleman,” you cooed, bringing one hand up to his bicep and giving a flirty squeeze. “I’d love some help.”

That touch and your words snapped something in Roy’s mind. He leaned forward and captured your mouth in a rough kiss, not bothering to play nice as his tongue pushed its way past your lips. His calloused fingertips dipped under your dress, squeezing the doughy flesh of your thigh, eliciting a soft groan from you.

“Don’t want to mess with your pre-race ritual,” he huffed as his lips travelled down your jaw.

You shook your head and gripped his curly hair. “That’s alright,” you muttered, craning your neck to grant him access to as much skin as possible. “Usually think about you anyways.”

He jerked his head back, eyes wide and full of wonder and lust. “Me?”

“You, Roy Kent,” you confirmed, amused by the sweet tone coming out of his already swollen lips. “What can I say? Football’s sexy.”

“Almost as sexy as racing.” With that, he gripped your hips and pulled you onto his lap; you swallowed a moan when his already considerable bulge rubbed against your clothed core.

Despite your effort to play cool, Roy knew the contact affected you. He pushed his hips up into you, savoring the groan you were unable to hold back this time. So, he jerked upwards again. And again. And again. He bounced you on his lap, getting more pleasure out of the clothed humping than any other hookup he’d ever had. Your head thrown back, eyes shut, bottom lip between your teeth- even with clothes on, you were Roy’s every fantasy come true.

But Roy Kent didn’t come to your room for a clothed fantasy.

“That dress’s been driving me mad all night,” he admitted, giving a particularly rough buck upwards. “Kind of fucked up of you to still be wearing it.”

That cocky smirk returned. “Better do something about it,” you challenged.

He reached behind your back and tugged at the zipper, roughly pulling it down. Between the two of you, he was able to remove the dress without letting you off his lap.

His hands slid down your figure, roughly gripping every inch of skin he could; you were a fucking dream, even more perfect than he’d let himself imagine. It almost hurt to look at you. It actually did kind of hurt, since his pants were painfully tight.

“Let me spoil you,” he huffed, his already firm grip on you tightening. “Let me make you feel really fucking good.”

You nodded, clearly desperate for anything Roy Kent would give you. “Bedroom.”

His arousal stronger than his shitty knees, Roy stood, holding you against himself as you wrapped your legs around him, crossing your ankles behind his back and planting sloppy kisses to his neck. He shouldered the door open and gently laid you on the bed, biting his lip as he gazed down at you, eyes already glassy and face flushed. How could someone he had such dirty thoughts about look so angelic?

He hovered over you and let his hand trail down your body at a painfully slow pace, cherishing your involuntary shiver. He began to tug at your strapless bra, looking at you playfully.

“The fuck are you doing still wearing this?” he hummed.

You sat up on your elbows and let him unhook your bra. You couldn’t resist rolling your eyes and giggling as he tossed it casually over his shoulder.

“Much better.”

Roy’s eyes widened as he let himself marvel at your breasts, groaning when he saw your nipples already beginning to swell. He raised his eyebrows at you, even more turned on when he saw the eager expression on your face. He kept his eyes on yours as he lowered his face to your chest, giving a kitten lick to your nipple. The sigh you let out encouraged him to begin his rough assault on your breasts: biting, licking, sucking. As he swirled your nipple with his tongue, you began bucking up towards him, desperate to feel that friction again.

“Is someone needy?” he teased, winking at you.

“Thought you wanted to help me relax,” you huffed, tangling your hands in his hair.

He removed his face from your breast, resting his chin between them; his soft expression clashed with the hardness you felt below his waist. “This isn’t relaxing?” he crooned.

You stroked the soft hair between your fingers. “I just need some attention somewhere else.” You took one of his hands in yours and guided it down your body towards your panties, a little lacy pair that had Roy melting when his fingers grazed the already soaking material.

Fuck. Roy’d never been with a woman so fucking direct with what she wanted. It was so damn sexy; if he wasn’t careful, he’d end up falling in love with you by the end of the night.

“Silly thing’s in my way,” he mumbled, tugging down the material. He sat up so he could slide them down your legs, his mouth following his hands and pressing kisses to your skin. With your panties out of the way, he gazed up at your core. “Fuck,” he breathed, for once feeling like his favorite word wasn’t strong enough.

He brought his face between your legs, mesmerized by the sight before him.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he cooed, his hot breath making you squirm. He tore his gaze from your pussy to look into your eyes. “Let me have a taste.”

His voice was wrecked, begging. His eyes were wild with desire and hunger. You’d never seen a man look so desperate before; the sight had you spreading your legs for him.

“Always wanted to know what that dirty mouth of yours could do.”

In an instant, his mouth was on your sex, a moan immediately escaping him and vibrating against you. You threw your head back, one hand tangling in his hair while the other came up to grab your breast. You groped yourself, feeling like you’d float away if you didn’t grab tight to something.

Roy was relentless. His tongue flicked your clit, sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body with each rough stroke. His stubble rubbed against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs; you knew the spot would be completely red in the morning, but right now the harsh scratching only added to your pleasure.

His hands gripped your thighs, forcing your legs further apart to give himself deeper access. When his tongue moved away from your clit, you gave a high-pitched whine, not caring if you sounded needy. If anything, it only turned Roy on even more. Your whine turned to a moan when his tongue began lapping at your wetness, devouring you like you were his last meal.

The sounds that filled your hotel room were lewd. His moaning against your core, you beginning to chant his name desperately, and the obscene wet sounds of his tongue exploring your cunt. When his tongue dipped inside your warmth, you saw stars. He swirled his tongue, trying to reach as deep as he could, unable to believe that any part of his body was inside you.

He felt so fucking dirty, eating you out while keeping his own clothes on. He’d never done that before; normally, his clothes would be long gone by now. But, maybe for the first time ever, he didn’t give a shit about his own pleasure. He wanted nothing more than to worship at the altar of your hips, giving you everything he could and lapping up everything you offered him. Right now, in this hotel room, on this bed, Roy Kent existed for the sole purpose of chasing your high.

He was needy, desperate, rutting his hips into the mattress as his tongue continued to explore you. He returned to your throbbing clit and began sucking on it, spurred on by the way you roughly pulled his hair. Your back arched off the bed, as if you were possessed by Roy’s devilish tongue. You sure as hell felt like you were.

“You taste beautiful,” he groaned against your heat. “Want to fucking taste you forever.”

“I’d let you,” you managed to gasp, feeling like something in you was about ready to snap.

Roy chuckled darkly against your sex. “If you’re still talking in complete sentences, I’m not doing my fucking job.”

With that, he dove back in, his mouth brutal and merciless, almost mean in its attack on your sensitive bundle of nerves. He felt a surge of pride as your moans became more ragged, your tugs at his hair became erratic, and your legs began to squeeze the sides of his head.

“Fuck, Roy,” you cried, your eyes suddenly as wet as your core. “Gonna- gonna-”

You didn’t need to say it. Roy felt the throbbing of your clit, his cue to return to your cunt to lap up your juices; some perverse part of him wanted to bottle the stuff and drink nothing else for the rest of his life. Instead, he ravished you, not caring that your body began to writhe from the overstimulation; he wasn’t going to waste a single exquisite drop. Your vision went white, and you swore you were going to pass out. Fuck, if you died right now- which felt like a very real possibility- you weren’t sure where you’d go, because heaven was Roy Kent’s tongue.

Satisfied that he’d gotten every last bit that you’d dripped out, Roy lifted his head to look at you, his ragged breathing filling the now quiet room. His beard was soaked, practically dripping with your wetness. His wild eyes bore into yours as he crawled up your body, hands gripping the sheets as he hovered above you. Without a word, he captured your lips in a deep, fervid kiss, sharing your delicious taste with you.

Finally coming back down to earth, you tugged at the collar of his shirt, a teasing smile forming on your glistening lips. “How the fuck do you still have clothes on?” Roy had thought you moaning his name was his new favorite sound; instead, he now knew that it was your breathless, post-orgasm voice.

“Wanted to focus on you,” he answered, giving your nose a tender kiss.

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Roy Kent. Absolute gentleman in bed. I’ll make sure to write that on the stall in the ladies’ room.” You ground your hips into his, relishing the knowledge that you were leaving a wet stain on his trousers. “Should we fix your clothing situation then?”

To your absolute shock, Roy shook his head. “This was for you to relax before the race, remember?” His tender expression gave way to a look you could only describe as sinful. “You can take my pants off after you win on Sunday.”

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deltadarlingf1 · 9 months

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On the Reality of Dating a Famous/Wealthy Man:

I was going to post this on Twitter but decided I wanted to a do a long form post. So an explanation of this tweet, which was inspired by the screenshot just below it:

First a disclaimer: I am not at ALL saying Mick is anything like the men I'm about to talk about (I genuinely doubt it). I'm using this response to him hard-launching his relationship as an example of the mindset I see in a LOT of the young female F1 fans. If you read the gossip blogs, you've seen posts like this and worse, particularly on Charles, Pierre, Danny, and Carlos's gfs.

As I said in my tweet, if these young girls knew what it can be like behind closed doors for the WAGs of the rich and the famous, they probably wouldn't make statements like this.

I see a lot of younger fans here on social media posting their imagines and fan fics, and as someone a bit older than them, it does worry me. I know for most people it's simple fantasy and fun, but when I see things like the above I know there are some younger girls that really just don't get it.

My aim in posting this is that maybe it'll be a bit of a reality check for some of those girls. And I don't mean that in a bullying way, I mean that in a "please don't look at these smiling pretty girls with the closet full of designer, perfect body, and seemingly perfect life and feel bad about yourself" way.

Lastly, how do I know any of what I'm about to talk about? I wish I was just chatting shit, but I have lived through all of what I'm posting below as the daughter of a "man" of wealth. His money came from corporate life, not fame, but when you have as much as my "father" did/does, you rub elbows with the famous. Everything I detail below happened to me, my mother, and the wives of my "father"'s coworkers. I'm now watching history repeat itself as I've moved up the corporate ladder and find myself around millionaires and billionaires on a regular basis.

1. The "Starter Wife" Phenomenon

In wealthy circles there's the concept of a "Starter Wife". This is the woman wealthy/famous men marry because they were high school sweethearts, worked together early on, or they dated before the man had his "come up". Sometimes men marry these women and have kids for the SOLE purpose of having the "Family Man" persona. For famous men, this can be good PR. For wealthy men, this can boost their career.

A lot of these men fucking HATE their wives. By the time they have money, they want the freedom of single life back. They can now afford their "dream woman" and loathe being "stuck" with their current wife because of it. Leading to:

2. Serial Cheating

These men have all the money and resources they need to live a double life. Not to mention built-in time and an alibi: They're on the road all the time for their job, work trips, events, etc. No time unaccounted for because they're always working.

Some of those work trips to wine-and-dine clients include runs to the local strip club, escorts, and in some cases some of those escorts are of INCREDIBLY questionable age (in reality, they are victims of trafficking). Again, I wish I was talking out of my ass, I have seen this shit with my own eyes and wish to the Gods I hadn't. Then there's also:

3. Domestic Violence

This is bad enough when it's a wealthy man whose built that "Family Man" persona to protect himself, but it's even worse when they're famous. No one believes the victims, in some cases the woman is financially stuck and can't just take the kids and run when it happens.

And for some women it hard to leave the man they thought their partner was and, yes, to let the lifestyle go. Speaking of the lifestyle there's:

4. The Loneliness

This is a big one for the F1 girlies I see posting their imagines and fanfics and what not. The fairytale of "he'll make time for me because he loves me and I'd be special. I'd be different."

These men are busy as shit. That Cartier Bracelet you envy on these girls is often a "sorry I missed your birthday". The big bouquet of roses is a "sorry I had to leave our trip early." Yes, we know the joke "well at least I can cry in a Ferrari", but that shit will wear on you more than you can believe. I can't tell you growing up how hurt I was when my performances were missed, major dates were forgotten, or my proud life updates were met with "yeah, uh-huh, hold on I have to take this call."

Of course there are good times, of course there's memories you'll cling to, but when you're out, you often realize how alone you felt in the relationship. Lastly, and most poignant with this F1 WAG nonsense:

5. Keeping Up Appearances

You're no longer your own person in a relationship with these men, you are an extension of them. With famous men, you're a part of their "branding".

You have to look a certain way, act a certain way, talk to the right people, have the right friends. In the corporate-wealth world, that means making your partner look good, playing the part of the trophy wife and perfect mother. Smile in front of those coworkers that you know just spent the last business trip drinking, gambling, and cheating on their wives. Wear the right dress to the corporate dinner to make his coworkers envy him, but don't dress too sexy or he'll grow angry and think you're trying to cheat.

If you're dating someone famous, by the GODS, you better look immaculate in every post. You better be there to support him at his events, but if you're there too often you're "attention-seeking". You better have model good-looks, but if you ARE a model, you're "a jobless loser trying to profit on him". Don't post him on your IG, but if you happen to post that you're in the same city as him, you're "dropping hints". If he posts you, it's only because you "probably begged him to".

It's a maddening dance where you cannot win for losing. And once you break up, enjoy letting the world decide if he should have stayed with you, or if they're relieved that he finally got away from "that selfish bitch".

Do what you will with the above. I just wanted to get it off my chest. But I do hope that maybe, MAYBE, it'll give someone that needs it some perspective.

#f1 #f1blr #f1 wags #f1 gossip

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Carlos’ future in F1: an essay

I lost the ask about Carlos’ future in F1 😭😭 but I’ll write my answer anyway (I’m so sorry).

The person who asked me said that they liked my writing so I’m going to write a whole essay for them.

No but, for real, all that I’m going to say is a product of many many talks with my boyfriend (he’s a Mechanical engineer, specialising in power train, he knows what he’s talking about) and my uncle.

Anyway, let’s go.

First option: Mercedes.

I honestly do not think it would be wise of Carlos to accept the second Mercedes seat: firstly, he would be just that, a second driver, even if probably in a less clear way than in other teams, but still a second driver.

On top of that, it is pretty obvious now that all Mercedes is looking for is someone to warm the seat for Kimi Antonelli so even if Carlos’ results would be amazing and spectacular, they would still prefer a young promise that they can build the car entirely around.

Which is exactly the reason why I think that Fernando Alonso would be a much better choice next to George, perhaps have his last 1/2 years in the sport and then retire for good (not because I think he needs to retire, it’s obvious how good he still is in the sport, what I’m saying it’s just a matter of probability).

Second option: Stake [future Audi]

It hurts me to say, but it’s probably the most probable outcome.

The thing is, Audi is looking for an experienced driver, of course, someone that can tell them exactly what they need to do to improve, someone who knows what he’s talking about because he’s good at his job and he has a particular sensitivity to the car.

And we all know that Carlos is exactly that driver, Ferrari and McLaren and Renault have frequently appreciated his skills in the matter. He knows what to look for in a car, how to look for it and how to give feedback.

On top of that, he’s a consistent driver that knows exactly how to bring the car to its limits. What I’ve always loved about Carlos is that he knows how to bring out the best from a car even if it is not built for him (Ferrari, for example, has explicitly said that they’re building the car around Charles which is plausible - do not hate Ferrari for that, every team has to decide a first driver, that’s how the sport works and that’s what the engineers need to think about the best project).

A new team like Audi will be in 2026, that will also have the slight advantage to other teams of entering the sport at the same time as new regulations, will need someone like Carlos.

Of course, not to mention the connections that he has thanks to his dad. (Do not hate on Carlos’ family under this post, everybody’s parent would try and give their sons/daughters their best options if they can. Hating on Carlos Sainz Sr for that is the most hypocritical thing you can do).

Counterpart? He would have to deal with Stake for the 2025 season and their objectively awful car, and it would kill me.

Third option: RedBull

Ah, yes but no.

Yes because I wish for him to have a good car, I wish for him to have a good team and be on the podium every weekend and have a few wins.

Him and Max have a good relationship (whoever says that Max hates him because he’s in love with Charles, what the hell is your problem? You can ship them, alright, and you can let your imagination fly, but always remember that there’s a difference between fantasy and real life, and real life is that Max does not hate anyone and in that fucking cool down room in Bahrein he appreciated Carlos’ racecraft - you can listen to the audio again and actually listen to it - and his clean overtakes on both Charles and George - not just Charles, there was George, too, if your brain fails to remind you) despite all the people insisting on their dads’ problem and all.

That’s the no part. Unfortunately, both Max and Carlos’ careers are a bit influenced by their dads, but again, we cannot hate them for that. That’s how families are, that’s how complicated human relationships are.

Parents try to give their sons the best, that’s just how it is.

Fourth option: Aston Martin

Is it an option? Yes, no, depends on what Fernando will decide to do.

But I honestly think it would be a really good choice. Aston Martin is a great team, top of the midfield, drivers can show their abilities in that kind of car, there’s no enormous drama or anything and Lance is a pretty good teammate.

Besides, if Fernando were to leave the team, they would need another driver to ‘take the lead’. Not that Lance would not be fitting, but I think Carlos would be a great option for the development of the car and for feedbacks (see previous point in Audi section).

Fifth option: Alpine

God, please, no.

(I’m already suffering enough for Esteban and Pierre, please stop).

Sixth option: Haas

See fifth option.

(Besides, I think they were planning on giving a seat to Ollie Bearman, anyway. Given the incredible result of last week, that will almost surely be the case and deservedly so).

Seventh option: Williams

See fifth option.

I love both Alex and Logan, and I hope they’ll keep Logan for the time being.

Conclusion: where do I want Carlos to go?

Carlos is an amazing driver, consistent, smart, fast, experienced.

He makes very few mistakes and he’s really intelligent, which means that he’s able to bring out the potential of a car even when it does not perform exceptionally.

Let’s all remember that he was the only non-RedBull winner last year. And no, not because they ‘sacrificed’ Charles, but because he knew exactly what to do and how to do it and when to do it - again, smart. And no, I’m not bringing down Charles by celebrating Carlos’ win. Latest news: you can celebrate different drivers without bringing down other.

(If that were the case, then you would have to kill all your siblings because how dare your parents celebrate their birthday and not yours on the same day? Please, be reasonable when you think, your brain deserves that).

Any team would be lucky to have him.

Personally, I hope for RedBull, because then he would get a chance to perform with a great car and one that adapts to his driving style (him and Max have a pretty similar setup and pretty similar preferences when it comes to the car, which would also be a great advantage for the engineering side of the team that I just cannot ignore since I study engineering myself hahah), regardless of the whole drama that usually takes place in that team.

About that, I would like to point put that RedBull comes first and foremost as a brand, not as a driving team, which means that media and public facades are a great part of its entire existence, that’s why there’s always talking around it.

That’s what they want, that’s what they need, and it’s understandable: Ferrari has its history, McLaren has its history and its ‘modernity’, RedBull has its brand.

And it’s okay because that’s how sports work in general, that’s how the world works in general.

We should just learn to differentiate between the public appearances and the actual important aspects of the sports (strategies and the mechanic and aerodynamic part of a car and the abilities of the drivers etcetera).

Realistically, I think he will probably take Valtteri/Zhou’s seat (sadly, of course, I love each and every one of them) and start at Stake for 2025 to be part of Audi for the remaining part of his career.

That’s it, that’s what I think. Thank you anon for the question, sorry if I lost it, I hope you liked my detailed answer. 💕🫶🏻

#carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #f1 #formula 1 #f1 2024 #where will Carlos go?

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rolling-restart · 1 year

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AO3 Fic Recs Masterlist

Hi everyone, I was thinking of doing this since a while so here we are. I will share some fics that I like on AO3 (roughly from newest to oldest) with small comments. Maybe you can find your next read here! If you have read any of these and want to discuss, my inbox is also open. I will tag the writers who mentioned their tumblrs on AO3 but you can always ask me to remove your work from this list for whatever reason.

This is a fic rec post but is also a tribute to all of the amazing writers that had an influence on me at some point. You make these platforms a better place and I cannot thank you enough.

I will only give the rating and the pairing but please do check ALL the tags before reading it by clicking the link.

sanctuary by pumpkinning ( @sunshinesebby ) (Rated E, Seb/Charles): If the AO3 was on fire and I could only save one work, it would be this. An insanely beautiful slow-burn fantasy AU work. I cannot even describe how much I love this. It will wrench your heart and make you cry in the same damn chapter. Emotions flow so strong and the world building is very, very sophisticated. They have a beautiful, beautiful mind. If you can survive the first portion of tension, you will be rewarded with a fucking devastatingly mind blowing love story as well as a very imagination igniting fantasy world. Go fucking read it 100000/10 work.

polite company by floretum ( @rosyjuly ) (Rated E, Seb/Mick): Okay so floretum always gives a masterclass in smut writing and this is no exception. A Smick fic in its nature but is also a threesome. Lots of introspection, just as I like it. It’s a relatively long one shot so can be read during a long commute.

reptilia by raikkonen (armario) (Rated E, Pierre/Charles): This is one of the works that made me the fic writer I am today. If you read it, you can see the echoes of the themes I use all the time and I am still under the influence of this brilliant piece. It is a very heavy fic with tags to match so PLEASE read the tags. It’s so devastatingly good and the self-destructive behaviour described in this piece has been an inspiration to desecration, literally. The fic that started it all.

ask me no questions (and i'll tell you no lies) by artifice (Rated E, Seb/Mark): This has a special place in my heart. It’s a part of the nobody asks you questions series where Seb is an intelligence agent and Mark is an assassin. However, this one is more fluffy than anything else. It has very well-written smut and a lot of big emotions and is overall a well rounded piece that never disappoints. Kudos to artifice for fuelling Sebmark collective at these trying times.

blur the line by alltimecharlo (Rated E, Seb/Mark): This fic is one of the two fics by alltimecharlo that got me in a chokehold. Lawyer AU Sebmark. Absolutely delicious writing that I go back to read from the start every now and then. It’s brilliant, beautiful and captures Sebmark vibes very, very well.

pleaser by alltimecharlo (Rated E, Seb/Mark): Easily my second favourite F1 RPF of all times. I go back to this like I go back to Queer As Folk US every time I look for a specific type of comfort. Sugar daddy AU where Seb is a college student and Mark is mad rich. It’s sweet all over the place with very good smut and it’s light hearted piece, just like your staple feel-good 2000-2010s TV series.

keeping the faith by Anonymous (Rated Teen and Up, Mick/Lewis): Oh how I wish this creator wasn’t anonymous! This is a very very interesting and rare Mick/Lewis piece where Lewis is in the mafia and Mick is a priest. I am not sure how to explain but narration has a very special harmony and when you come to the end, you feel like you fulfilled a destiny, by completing a foreshadowed circle. A literary beauty more than anything else, although not a light read.

Saltwater and Gasoline by Kaytheologie (Rated E, Charles/Bono): A rare Charles/Bono piece where Charles moves to Mercedes and Bono is his engineer. It’s a quite sweet one although there are some heavy psychological themes. The smut part is very well written as well, a truly nice one. If you like rare pairs and have a praise kink, this one is for you.

Seb The Protector by eams81 (Rated E, Seb/Mick): A classical Smick piece with a sprinkle of mental health issues. It’s nice, fluffy and angsty. However, the author stopped updating in late 2022 so I am not sure when the next chapter is going to be but I enjoyed it a lot while it lasted. Again, not a light read.

lit by electric lights by Anonymous (Rated E, Charles/Max): As the tag says, literal identity porn Lestappen fic. And yeah, Charles is a camboy here. It’s a relatively light read without complicated concepts but I remember thinking it got a bit unrealistic for the plot at some point. Still a nice piece.

Now I'm 23 - and there ain't nobody who can drink like me by Danubius (Not Rated, Mick/Kimi): I remember liking Danubius a lot and this is a very nice example of their writing imo. Kimi/Mick piece but it’s mostly angsty and tackles the theme of alcoholism. It has a nice and hopeful ending but it is a bit of a heavy read but if you like angst and comfort, this might be for you.

snapshots into a marriage: vegan, organic, gluten free, toxic to others by finedae ( @blorbocedes ) (Rated M, Brocedes): I don’t know how she does it but I know I am glad she does it. It’s difficult to unpack. This gorgeous brocedes piece has a lot of unhealthy themes like codependency, lots of manipulation but it is very, very well written and oddly peaceful? It’s hard to describe but if you like power couple brocedes where they are sickeningly in love with a lot of toxic traits and believe that a healthy amount of mind games is good for your soul, this one is for you. Absolute masterpiece.

Flesh of my flesh by Charlotte_Stant ( @boxboxlewis ) (Rated E, Seb/Charles): Okay, so at some point I couldn’t remember the title of this piece and an anon assisted me. It’s a piece that you will remember at 4 am in a warm summer night and will excite you in the same way it did the first time. It is a Sebchal fic where Charles is a priest (do you see the pattern here) and Seb is a driver. It has that classical Catholic guilt that is executed pretty successfully. I absolutely adore the smut portion of this as well, very well written.

to the finnish line by floretum ( @rosyjuly ) (Rated E, Kimi/Seb/Charles): Kimi/Seb/Charles threesome. Absolutely mind blowing. I have to say that it has some under-negotiated elements and overstimulation but I think overall, it is safe, sane and consensual. Again, a smut writing masterclass and a pleasantly light read.

Ash From Your Fire by bones_2_be ( @elementalmoments ) (Rated E, Carlos/Lando): Where Lando has previously fucked Carlos’s dad and now he is fucking Carlos. A bit too much to take in at one go. Also a part of a series. If you like slightly problematic relationships, lots, lots of jealousy, and fucked up dynamics, this can be for you but this is nowhere near a light read.

Into My Arms by Anonymous (Rated M, Jenson/Nico): A nice little princess cake aftercare fic, as it says in the prompt. It’s short, sweet, fluffy and cute af.

All To Another Heart by akirakurosawa (Rated E, Seb/Charles): Girl!Charles & Ferrari Team Principal!Seb fic. This is an overall happy one but they don’t immediately get together and they have some issues to resolve but I like the general happy, hopeful and ambitious feeling of this piece. Unfortunately, it’s been a while since the author last updated (Late 2022) but the published bit is very worth your time.

#f1 tumblr #fic recs by rolling restart #nsfw.#sebchal #sebmark #nico rosberg/Jenson button #carlando #smick #mick schumacher/sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel/charles leclerc #lestappen #charles leclerc/max verstappen #brocedes #mark webber/sebastian vettel #fic recs

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enjoy-the-butterf1ies · 8 months

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The Garden: A Story of a Stable Boy And a Princess- Chapter One

Pairing: Lando Norris × Princess! Reader

Summary: Royalty AU. In which a small town stable boy with big dreams falls for the princess of F1 Kingdom. Will the stars align for such an unlikely pair?

Things to know: This is a fantasy/royalty AU so it's placed in the olden times! The setting of our story is F1 Kingdom; and in replace of F1 racing we have horse racing instead. So it's the same concept as F1 but on horses rather than cars. Each team (Mclaren, Ferrari, Alpine, Redbull, etc.) represents a different village in the kingdom. And that's the gist of what you need to know! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Summary: The last thing princess y/n expected on her day out was to nearly be trampled by a horse- and it’s rather cute owner.

Warnings: Cussing, (very light) mention of death of parent, probably typos.

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Being F1 kingdom’s princess came with a lot of responsibilities. Approve a court order, attend a meeting with a kingdom overseas, discuss how to feed the poorer citizens of your country. And somehow squeeze in a 3 pm dress fitting on top of all that.

That’s why you enjoyed your days off more than usual.

As much as you loved being a part of the royal family, it was indeed taxing work. The happiness of your citizens fell onto your shoulders and if you were unable to meet their requirements, they could surely turn on you within a week. Your father had prepared you for these tasks growing up- ever since he realized how unlikely it was for mother to make it to your adulthood.

And with your coronation in short of 3 months, you were more than prepared to take role as the queen of F1 Kingdom.

This kingdom meant everything to you. Your focus was purely on each village, from Ferrari to Williams, you loved each one the same. There wasn’t a thought on your mind aside from your role as princess.

Well, that was until you met him.

You lie in the grass of the royal garden, reading your favorite book.

On the days you had even a single resting moment, you would come to the garden. Something about the flowers comforted you- from orchids to peonies and hydrangeas to daisies- you would never tire of their colorful petals and comforting aroma. You enjoyed sitting at the fountain, running your fingers through the water and feeding the kind koi fish. On top of the fountain lay a grand statue of the castle, your home ever since you were born. A pond in the distance was home to many amphibians, their croaks like a song to your ears.

And the times when you were lucky to see a rabbit hopping through the grass or a caterpillar crawling amongst the bushes were especially exciting. You felt at peace out here.

Peace was a gift when you were a princess.

The garden was rather private, with walls blocking the outside world from getting in. Part of you was thankful for that, you couldn’t bear if anything were to happen to your safe space. It was adjacent from the stables and you could spot the window to your room from where you were sitting; but other than that, this garden was all yours.

You roll over on your stomach, flipping to another page in your book. Peace. You loved that word.

That’s when you heard it.

“WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!! Yield horse, yield!!”

A shout. A rather panicked shout that started it all.

Your reflexes kicked in immediately, jumping to your feet and looking around for whoever was there. You suddenly saw a horse barreling out of the stables and towards you. Someone seemed to be atop the stallion.

“WATCH OUT!!”

And watch out you did, frantically hopping out of the way and dodging behind the fountain. You let out a yelp as the horse ran faster through the garden. You were safe, but it was too late for your favorite rose bush to be spared. The mysterious horse and it’s rider trampled over the shrub, scarlet petals falling to the ground like teardrops from your eyes. You gasped witnessing the scene in front of you.

Finally, after what could’ve easily been your untimely death, the charger stopped. The horse was as black as midnight and one of the tallest steeds you had ever seen. If you hadn’t nearly been killed by the reckless animal, you would’ve found it beautiful.

Speaking of reckless.

A young man hopped off the stallion, hand over his heart. His eyes were wide, petrified even- as if he was the one who was almost run over.

His dark curls bounced as he frantically jogged over to you, and you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t a sight to look at. Loose white collar shirt tucked into his trousers, sweat painting his chest and forehead. A few of the curls stuck to the sides of his head and scruff decorated his rather sharp jawline.

Despite the way your heart lept from your chest, you were furious.

“You absolute buffoon!!” Was the first thing from your lips. You stomped over to him, finger in his face. “How idiotic do you have to race through this garden? My private garden, mind you! Do you even have a brain?!”

The man was silent, staring at you with wide eyes. This only fueled your madness. You ran over to the squashed rose bush, a cry escaping you. “Oh, my poor roses!” You gasped, kneeling down next to the crime scene. You felt the man’s presence behind you. “I could have you beheaded!!” You weren’t sure if you actually meant that or not. The wilted leaves lay miserably, and with it, your heart.

“My princess…” You heard him whisper. He had a sweet accent and part of you wondered where he was from. But that should be the last thing on your mind.

Brows furrowed, you stood up to face him. When you turned around he was kneeling in front of you, head hung low. At this scene, you shuffled on your feet awkwardly. You never did like the whole bowing thing.

“My flowers are ruined because of you and that horse,” Was all you said. It may seem silly to him but you didn’t care. That garden meant more than life itself to you.

The man stood up, guilt written on his face. He could barely meet your gaze. “My sincerest apologies,” He said, hand to his heart. “Arrow- er, the horse- got loose and I had no way of stopping him. He is one of the wildest ones.”

You crossed your arms. “You work in the stables?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yes madame,”

“Do a better job.”

To your surprise, he let out a light chuckle. You had just given him an order and he is laughing. You sucked your teeth and glared at him.

“Pardon my ignorance princess, please,” He said, a smile tugging the corner of his lips. You couldn’t help but fight off a grin as well. “It happens to be my first day and I’ve already made a grand impression haven’t I?”

Your head turned to look at the horse, who had found a lovely patch of grass to chew on. You couldn’t help but relax your shoulders at the sight. Somehow, with the cheeky grin of this unnamed stable boy, you felt at ease. “He is rather beautiful, I must say,” You whispered, giving the man a soft smile.

The man’s eyes lit up. “Arrow is one of the finest in the stable,” He said proudly. “That is, when he does not run away.”

You chuckle. You quite liked his eyes. “I suppose I’ll spare you from a beheading today,” You joked. “Despite the chaos you managed to stop- Arrow, was it? From hurting me. For that I am grateful.” You curtsied and bowed your head in thanks.

“Oh princess, I should have never let him out in the first place,” He said sheepishly. You could see his cheeks heating up.

You giggled and you swore you could’ve seen him smile even wider at the sound. “That is true,” You shrugged. “Why was he out, may I ask?” You were genuinely curious. Typically, the stable boys were only there to do the dirty barn work. Horses were removed if they were needed, and it didn’t quite seem like Arrow had a job a moment ago.

The man rubbed the back of his neck shyly. “A rather stupid reason, I admit.” He muttered. “I can be brainless at times.”

You laughed. “We have already confirmed that, haven’t we?” You said. He grinned at you.

“Well, when you put it that way.”

His smile made you smile. You had no idea why.

“I have this dream of racing in Formula One someday,” He admitted, almost ashamed. “I hope nothing more than to ride the fastest horses in the kingdom, passing the finish line for my home village. I thought I would get a bit of practice in during my stable work… Clearly I have been in over my head.”

“Home village?”

“Mclaren.”

You found the corners of your lips upturning. “My favorite F1 team,” You chuckled. His eyes twinkled brighter than any star you had ever seen. “What is your name? Or should I continue to call you stable boy?”

Stable boy laughed at that and your heart swelled. “As nice of a ring ‘stable boy’ holds, my name is Lando. Lando Norris.” He held out his hand. You took it, and he kissed it, politely bowing once again. “And you are the most etheral sight in this garden, I must admit.”

“Oh, you flatter me,” You blushed deeply. In all the years of being princess, admirers from all over the world would fight for your affection. Princes, sultans, emperors, even. None of them deserved even a second of your day, despite how much your father pushed for you to marry. You were focused on your work, and nothing was to get in the way of that.

It also didn’t help that none of these rich men made your heart flutter like this stable boy did.

“I only speak the truth Princess Y/N,” Lando said, smirking. Your name fell from his tongue like velvet. You wish you could wipe that smirk off his face. “I do however feel horrible about your roses… They were second to your beauty.”

You bit your lip sadly, looking over at the ruined bush. “I did love them,” You whispered. Lando gave you a solemn look. “But I shall take time out of my schedule to plant them once again, I love a good project.” You had no idea when you would have free time again. Just the thought stressed you out horribly, but you tried to hide it.

“You are a busy woman,”

“Indeed,”

He sighed, shoulders slumped. It was clear he felt very guilty. Your eyes trailed over to Arrow once again, who was occupied with another fresh patch of grass. You grinned. “It seems as though Arrow just needed to get out of the stables for a bit,” You said to Lando, hoping to change the topic. The roses were an issue for another day.

Lando smiled thankfully. “He and I are one in the same in that way,” He whispered, staring at the stallion. You coked your head to the side in confusion.

“You don’t enjoy the barn?”

“Oh princess, would anyone enjoy the barn?”

You smiled slightly. “I suppose you’re right,”

“I am incredibly grateful for the opportunity to work for this family, do not misread me,” He quickly followed up. “But I feel as though I am meant to do more. I work from pay day to pay day, scooping waste and hardly making it by. I dream of a life far different from this.”

His story tugged at your heart with every word. You knew he could easily be saying this for pity, a raise- anything to benefit himself. But you didn’t believe that thought. You couldn’t.

Growing up you were always good at reading people like a book. Your father said it’s what makes you such a good leader- but you like to think it’s for a bundle of other reasons too.

Lando is a bit harder to read, and that intrigued you. He seemed like a complex man with a fine mind and future ahead of him. What seemed as a reckless stable boy at first turned out to be a kind gentleman with hope, and that was the last thing you had expected.

Suddenly, his laugh knocked you out of your thoughts. “I am so so sorry princess Y/N,” He chuckled, hand over his heart. You remained silent, confused as to why he was laughing. What a mystery, he was. “Here I am pouring my problems out on you when I have completely messed up your entire day. I apologize deeply. I get carried away sometimes. I will grab Arrow and you will never be bothered by us again, I can swear on that.”

He then started retrieve the stallion and you gasped. “Wait, Lando!” You interrupted him, more frantic than you would’ve liked to admit. You probably seemed insane. Nevertheless he turned around with an eyebrow cocked and a dorky grin on his lips. That hypnotizing grin. “Walk with me, I would like to show you something.”

He seemed confused by this. “If I am missing from work any longer I am sure there will be repercussions-“

“Screw the repercussions, I will see as though nothing will happen to you,” You cut him off and started walking towards the sight you wanted to show. You were almost as shocked at your own words as Lando was.

“Well, I can see why you are so beloved, Princess,” He said excitedly, jogging after you. “You are quite surprising. In the best way, of course.”

You tried to fight off the intense blush that followed his words.

You led him through a short passageway covered in vines. You could see him out of the corner of your eyes, messing with the leaves. You smiled internally and led him to a patch of dirt and weeds.

“Here,” You said, pointing to the sight.

Lando sucked in a breath. “Oh, I- uh, that is incredible. Very grassy, and uh- weeds. I do love weeds.” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

God. He was adorable

You squatted down, motioning for him to join you. He did, and you showed him a small floret growing atop one of the stems. “Look at this,” You whispered.

He squinted his eyes and nodded. “It is a flower bud,”

“Not just any flower bud, a viola bicolar,” You smiled widely at him.

He didn’t seem to understand. “Wha- Is that french, or?”

You jokingly shoved him down and he let out the most beautiful laugh. “No, Lando, it is a pansy flower,” You said. He sat back up to join you. “Right now this pansy is just a bud, correct? Viola bicolor is known for blooming in the winter, which is why even in the brightest conditions it has yet to reach its full potential.”

“Interesting,” You heard him whisper, but when you turned to face him, his attention wasn’t on the bud, he was staring at you. You flushed under his gaze, but held his eye contact.

“This flower is beautiful because in the coldest, darkest conditions, it blooms,” You say, smiling. His brows furrow together, thinking hard. “Maybe you are like a viola bicolor. Even though everything seems cold and dark right now, you will still bloom into everything you are meant to be.”

Lando smiled and looked down at the bud again, taking it gently between his fingers. As he did this, he brushed up against your hand and you felt the callousness of him. It ignited your whole body at once. “So you are calling me a pansy?” He joked, admiring the floret. “It is wonderful Princess. Thank you.”

“Call me Y/N,” You said, and his head looked up at you in curiosity. “I do love the whole ‘princess’ thing, but I enjoy hearing you say my name as well.”

That was bold.

Lando stood up and helped you to your feet. His face was lit up with the most lovable expression. “As you wish, Y/N,” He said, not quite letting go of your hand.

Suddenly, you heard a booming voice.

“Y/N!!” It yelled. “Where are you?? You are needed in the dining hall at once!!”

You gasped, panic filling you. You dropped his hand, the absence cold on your skin. “My father,” You said, pushing Lando. He looked just as scared. “Go get Arrow and return to the stables at once! I will distract him.”

He nodded and started running towards Arrow, but suddenly stopped. You gave him a frantic look but he just gave you a cheeky grin, just as he has all day. “When will I see you again?” He asked, eyes hopeful.

You hated to admit how much your heart started beating at his words, but you hated the thought of your father finding him more. “Never, if you do not run! Go!” You pushed. He disappeared behind the shrub and vines and you let out a sigh of relief.

“I am over by the pansies papa!” You yelled out. “Come over!”

Your father appeared from the opposite direction that Lando ran off to, and you thanked whatever spirits were watching over you in that moment. “There you are!” He said, walking over to you. “One of our knights informed me that a horse got loose from our stable. I was worried sick.”

Your eyes widened. “Oh, well I have not seen any horse in the garden,” You said confidently. “Surely it will return soon, yes?” Very soon, little did he know.

Your father sighed and rubbed his chin. “What have you been up to all day? Your face is terribly red.” He asked, feeling your forehead with the back of his palm. You chuckled and shrugged nervously. “Hurry and clean up, we have business to attend.”

“But it is my day off-“

“Oh sweetheart, we never truly have days off.”

You bit your lip and begrudgingly followed the king back to the castle, a sigh escaping your lips.

You were less worried about your next day off, more so about when you would see that mysterious stable boy again.

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“Another beer, please,” Sebastian held up his cup, hoping for a cute wench to take it.

Max stared at Sebastian. “No, no, what happens next??” He asked. The group laughed at this. “What business did the princess have to attend? Did the stable boy ever achieve his dream of becoming a racer??”

Sebastian smirked as the bartender poured him another brew. “Well, well, look who is interested- thank you love- in my story now.” He chuckled.

George Russel, Lewis’ teammate for Mercedes held up a glass. “He truly pulls you in with the stories, does he not?” He chuckled.

Max didn’t even care about the teasing, he just wanted the next part of the tale. “What next??”

Sebastian shrugged, looking around the tavern. It was as busy as ever as he took a swig of his drink. “Ah, hell. The night is still young, I suppose I could continue.”

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Grand Prix Elite Academy (1/10)

+18 | professor!Toto x reader fem!student!driver, sewis, carlos x reader, collegue au

Summary: Your life turns 180 degrees after receiving your acceptance letter for the Grand Prix Elite Academy, the most exclusive and prestigious Formula One college designed to shape the future drivers of the motorsport world. You will try to navigate your new life among the Monaco elites, survive the campus dynamics and rivalries between the university faculties, and try to win this year's cup to beat an undefeated Mercedes while trying to befriend your eclectic driver classmates, join the wild Red Bull parties, have a couple of make-outs under the racing circuit benches, lose your v-card and get over that stupid crush you have on professor Toto. Will you make it alive to graduation? Drive to Greatness! Genre: Romance, smut, and comedy. Author's note: This is a Formula One college AU fanfiction set in an elite academy in Monaco, where the F1 Teams are Faculties, their Team Principals are professors, the FIA is the college board, and all the grid drivers are your classmates. You are accepted under a scholarship program that supports young, talented girls, having lots to catch on to after years of putting your racing dreams on hold and becoming the new girl in class, which is always challenging, especially when all of you share one campus. Masterlist: All chapters here

Chapter 1: Hi, Society

"Everyone who lives in Monaco is filthy rich."

Well, that's a half-lie that people say; the working class also lives there - and the families of the people who work for the rich - just on the outskirts of town near the border with France.

Yours is one of those: a middle-class family of three (you, dad, and your dog). So, a chunk of your day goes to commuting downtown to attend school and help with the auto parts shop, your family-run business.

You had the misfortune (now you call it that!) to have been raised by a hardcore motorsports madman in what you consider one of the most F1 households of all time in the most F1 city in the world.

That madman is your dad, a middle-aged man who is apparently good-looking (judging by the attention he gets from female customers; okay, he is in shape; you get that part) but has remained single for the longest time.

He is a hard-working mechanic who invested all his inheritance in opening an automobile repair shop and a twin business, an auto parts and components store located on the same street, which seems logical.

You are one of those households that loves everything related to cars and motorsports, a trait you inherited in your cells from birth.

Yes, yes, you are a "daddy's girl." It's embarrassing, but he's your hero.

Thanks to him, you were that "weird" little girl at elementary school who could name all the parts of a car's engine and their exact functions. By high school, you could explain the mechanics and physics behind a motor, and you were able to repair and customize cars and motorbikes by your senior years.

Daydreaming was a fundamental part of your childhood and still is, but nowadays, the therapist calls it MaDD or trauma coping.

Back in the day, you loved sneaking into the driver's seat of any expensive sports car the clients took to the workshop for repair. You imagined it morphing into a racing car as you drove it to high speeds on a race track.

Of course, you always ended up winning the Grand Prix! And that fantasy lasted until either one of the mechanics or your dad got you out of the unit.

By the time you turned eight, your family made an effort to take you karting. It's costly, way more complex than you expected, and also heavy on the body!

You always ended up exhausted after practice or racing, but you didn't care because you were killing the game, impressing people along the way, and winning piles of trophies!

After several years of success, you got sponsored and made it to Formula Renault, where you winning was also a regular thing.

Then, you continued to Formula 4, where you started to succeed, too. By that point, you were utterly invested in your racing career, working hard to make your dream come true and make your parents proud.

But that sad September, your mom got sick.

After her passing, nothing was quite the same, and your racing dreams got buried along with her, leaving you and your dad an emotional and financial wreck, with a lot of debt in the bank due to her treatments.

"Time heals everything,"

That's another half-lie people tell.

You never get over a loss of that kind, but you learn to live your life the best way possible and try to find joy after it.

So, as you go through your teen years, you feel as if your life is starting over, as someone else has lived your past.

You choose to help more with the family business after noticing your father is tired and stressed every day and wanting to be there for him.

You take full responsibility for running the auto parts and components store. After school, you go there, and that's where you practically live.

The shop is in an old part of town; it used to be a cheap neighborhood, but it's not anymore, still not the most luxurious town area, but the location is excellent.

As the business grew, the shop underwent several remodels - more like improvements - made by your uncle Marco (your late mom's brother), your godfather, who works in construction.

The store is now bright, clean, and organized. It has tall white walls with blue accents (the ones you helped paint), a neat grey polished concrete floor where you can almost watch your reflection, and pendant lights in the ceiling over the aisles full of product racks. Several pennants and large posters give the place character.

Most of the time, you are behind the long counter with the cashier and computer by the entrance, where you run the stock, attend customer payments, do your homework, and watch Netflix (on slow days).

Next to you is always your dog - with his bed and bowl - and behind you is an entire wall of shelves with premium products.

The store's most recent and exciting acquisition is a new set of automatic slide doors and a large welcoming rug with the business logo.

God! How boring is your life?!

Still, you are grateful for those; before that, on busy days, you wanted to tear your ears off at the nonstop sound of the bell atop the door.

The store is at the corner of the street, and the large workshop is two buildings away across the road.

Both are different from your usual mechanic's spots; yes, there is still oil in some parts, but this is Monaco, after all! If you want to attract clients in this city, you must look nice.

Your dad lives and breathes at the workshop.

Your household is one of those that leaves the family home very early in the morning and returns at night to sleep.

As things get financially healthier again, your dad and godfather work hard to renovate the shop's attic slash old storage space into a tiny apartment for you.

It's a simple but cozy open-floor concept: a one-bedroom with a kitchenette and counter bar for two stools, a sitting area with a bulky love seat and a TV.

Your desk is next to the bay window facing the street, which offers a sky view, making this your favorite spot to study.

A queen-size bed with a nightstand completes the space, along with the door leading to the world's tiniest bathroom.

You love this rabbit hole so much.

Your dad and godfather allowed you to choose the style of decor and furniture (you went for minimal and boho), and now you love this place more than your actual home (a more spacious two-and-a-half-bedroom apartment with a small balcony nearer the mountains).

As you grow older and reach legal age, you start doing everything at the shop by yourself, saving the money spent on extra hands.

From cleaning to stock control, acting like a sales lady and the store influencer, posting social media content, updating the website once you convinced your dad to sell online, and taking care of your dog, now the business mascot.

People love him! He always gets pats on the head from customers, and some return just for him. He is a lazy old basset hound named "Diesel."

You must ensure that Diesel wears his bandana with the shop's logo daily, as it is his official employee uniform. He is your childhood dog, and the idea of losing him makes you anxious.

By this point in your life, you speak fluent "mechanic" which should be considered an entire language, thanks to growing up surrounded by them.

Depending on the photo, you may smile or laugh when you open your childhood photo albums.

There are many pictures from your birthday parties held at the workshop. In them, you appear surrounded by alpha males with tattoos, beards, and muscles wearing girly birthday props as you blow the candles off a Barbie-inspired cake or whatever was trendy with girls back then, with the entire place usually decorated in glittery pink party decor.

That's your life in a nutshell.

Nowadays, since you are a full-grown woman in their eyes, they act overprotective of you, especially when a boy your age tries to flirt with you while buying something with their parent's credit card.

But they get it so wrong! You don't recall when or how, but you started to get attracted to men, not boys, older men.

That middle-aged group of guys that make you beg, "Please run me over with your sports car," as you stare at them driving as they pass across the store's big windows facing the street.

You love the roaring sound of the engine, but you love the view of the handsome man driving it even more.

Still, it's just a fantasy; those guys are completely out of your league, and well, you haven't had a social life, not even a suitor in all these years, and you have never had a boyfriend. Maybe it's your shy nature or your looks that you feel so insecure about.

In the last couple of days before graduation, many universities show up to promote their college programs in a sort of Open Day.

You avoid the Grand Prix Elite Academy people like they have the plague, knowing that's a dream you can't afford.

And they know it, too!

You can tell by the look the extremely hot model-looking Student Affairs ladies give you when you succumb to the temptation to get closer to their stand.

You nervously step in front of them without saying a word and leave after they rudely and unwantedly hand you a brochure with all the information about the program, tuition, and more.

They both look annoyed at their employers for making them attend a school without potential clients.

You remove your shoes and drop your backpack on the floor when you arrive at your loft. As you get cozy on the bulky, puffy couch, you muster the courage to read the brochure.

"Grand Prix Elite Academy is the ultimate path to success in the world of motorsports.

Our program is an exclusive Formula One college degree designed for aspiring drivers who dream of pursuing a career in professional racing.

This program offers unparalleled training and mentorship from seasoned professionals, personalized coaching from world-class racing experts, access to state-of-the-art facilities and cutting-edge simulators, and networking opportunities with industry leaders.

This degree aims to cultivate the skills and mindsets of future champions. It's the ultimate platform for developing the aptitudes, knowledge, and connections necessary to reach the pinnacle of motorsports.

Drive to Greatness. Race with us."

After reading the entire brochure a hundred times and eyeing all the pictures, subjects, and prices attached, you can't help but cry until you fall asleep.

After several texts to your number, getting no reply, and two missed phone calls, your dad goes up to the shop's loft to look for you, now worried.

The day is over, and you two should head home soon to avoid traffic. He always texts you when it's time to leave, and you rush down to the shop's exit to get in the car.

As he approaches the sofa to wake you up, he notices the GPEA brochure on the floor next to you and places it inside his leather satchel.

He doesn't mention anything to you about it at dinner or later.

The summer break begins, and soon, you will become a college freshman.

You applied for several engineering college programs within your budget, in town, or nearby.

You still want to work at Formula One, and if you can't get a driver's seat, you aim for a team's chair.

You have been nervous the entire week, knowing the acceptance letters will soon arrive. You are crossing your fingers they aren't rejection ones.

You get accepted in three out of four!

A part of you expected a positive outcome since you have always been a nerd with good grades; plus, you felt you scored the admission tests and nailed the interviews.

However, when the postman appears at the store again, you look at him perplexed as he hands you a fancy and unexpected additional envelope.

It's good your dad is having lunch with you at the counter at that exact moment to clarify your doubts.

—What is this?! —your voice goes all high as you walk fast and nervously to him, showing him the Grand Prix Elite Academy logo stamp on the envelope.

—Listen, don't get mad at me —your dad puts down the fork and stops eating for a moment to face you. —Wait to get your hopes up high yet —He starts to calm you down, noticing how you are hyperventilating now. —Read it first.

—WHAT?!!

—Y/N, breathe, easy...

You tear the envelope with shaky hands and quickly scan the letter's content.

—AH! —a funny scream comes out of your mouth, and you look at your dad with wide eyes before pushing him into a tight hug, a bit brusquely. —I GOT IN! I GOT THIS YEAR'S SCHOLARSHIP!! —you fucking can't believe it. —BUT HOW!?!!

—I applied for you, well, I pretended to be you; I disliked being an annoying girl —he rolls his eyes at you, joking. —After that, I sent the board an email explaining our situation; as your father now obviously —he looks a bit embarrassed at his confession. —It's good that I documented your entire and promising racing career. I know how important this is for you. I'm sorry that we cannot afford it on our own. I know you have the talent and deserve that scholarship more than anyone! Thank God they went all charity on your ass!

You laugh, and happy tears run down your face. Your dad hasn't seen you this happy, not since mom...

—OH GOD!

—What?! —your dad's heart skips at your words.

—It says I must register ASAP for the virtual classroom since I didn't attend the in-person summer program. Jesus! I just got in, and I'm already behind! —you rush to the computer, and before logging in, you say: —Dad, I love you; you have nothing to apologize for!

As the countdown to the start of the academic year goes on, your nervousness levels increase.

You get more hysteric each day, and your dad already regrets his actions.

Billions of thoughts cross your mind daily: What if they don't like me? What if I end up failing? Am I good enough? What I'm going to wear? This attire list is so pretentious. What's a smart-casual look? I don't own any gowns!

OH GOD!

A heavy box arrives at the shop by mail.

It's your welcome package to the academy. Inside, you find a gorgeous and expensive-looking varsity jacket, the college's cashmere sweater, and many more branded items.

It also contains an extensive list of things you need to do before the start of the year, instructions for your first day, and a textbook of rules.

Your scholarship sponsor is WomanOne, which supports girls around the globe in completing their college degrees.

You feel so empowered that you swear to do your best and conquer the game!

Your grades and performance are crucial for them, so you must win the most Elite Cup races you can.

Two days later, another envelope arrives; this time is an invitation for the Homecoming Gala; the paper feels fancy as fuck!

The event is scheduled two nights before the start of the course, and it's mandatory, which you find hilarious.

You have never been obliged to attend a fancy party before.

A few days later, a push notification informs you you have two new DMs on the GPEA app (the official college app they requested you to download and register on).

After filling out and completing the procedures to set up your profile for the driver's market, the Ferrari and Aston Martin principals want to interview you on the virtual platform since you now appear available to be picked or to apply for a faculty slot.

Shit is getting real!

—She looks too sweet for this brutal land; I hope she survives here —Lewis says as he leans closer to peek at Sebastian's iMac screen.

They volunteered at the Student Affairs Department this year to obtain the mandatory extra credits. Well, Sebastian applied for the job and dragged Lewis along, as usual.

As they both look at the student picture you upload on the platform; then, Seb starts to copy out your data to print your access badge.

—Is she on the market yet?

—Yes. All the faculty principals have received her profile, but so far, only Ferrari and Aston have booked an interview with her. She applied to join the McLaren faculty, though.

—Interesting. So, no words from Zack?

—Not yet. You know how it is, my dear scholarship king. Y/N looks really promising. Are you feeling nervous about it? Now someone wants to take the full scholarship prodigy title away from you —Seb teases.

—By this rookie, you wish! —Lewis tenderly slaps Sebastian's face, a bit sexual still. —Everyone is after my titles anyway, as well as my sexy good looks. Are you feeling nervous about it?

—You wish! She doesn't have what I give you —it's Seb's turn to state; that light touch was enough to turn him on.

—Oh, please, could you remind me what you give me? —Lewis teases, a bit aroused.

—Oh, I can show you —Seb gets dangerously close to him, slowly pushing him against the office desk.

You are so grateful the full scholarship covers the on-campus living fee and secures you a dorm room.

The GPEA is so far from your house that commuting there would be a nightmare. Thanks, Google Maps, for the info!

Now you know you have to leave tomorrow with time to spare to be on time for the Homecoming Gala.

That night, you struggle to fall asleep. It's the anxiety about tomorrow's party. You pray to God that somehow you fit in.

As the moonlight dances upon the glistening waters of Monaco's coastline, the college's luxury campus emerges with opulence.

Tonight, the GPEA is hosting the most glamorous Gala to mark the commencement of a new school year; to your eyes, it's a scene of total excess and splendor.

Nothing as you have seen before!

Party lights dance and illuminate the facades of the campus buildings, casting vibrant and cool designs on the walls.

The garden's magnificent palm trees sway gently under the warm Mediterranean breeze, their leaves aglow with the enchanting hues of the illuminations.

The campus's modern architecture, a seamless blend of money and elegance, looks like an oasis adorned with meticulously manicured gardens, flowers, and fountains.

The soft sound of water cascading brings a sense of tranquility amidst the muffled DJ's set music coming out of the celebration.

As you are about to reach the building entrance, you notice the long parade of the most luxurious cars, gracefully chauffeuring guests who descend with elegance, sporting breathtaking gowns from renowned designers and dapper men wearing impeccably tailored tuxedo suits.

This homecoming Gala looks straight out of Gossip Girl.

As you step onto the red carpet, you can feel the electric buzz, radiating a contagious energy that sets the exhilarating tone for the party.

It looks like it is going to be a wild night.

And you are correct. The clinking glasses of champagne get louder as the evening progresses, and the party ensues.

The crowd consists of beautiful, fit, and effortlessly stylish students exuding an air of confidence and superiority.

Despite your striking look in a fancy dress, you can't shake the feeling of being an outsider among the elite.

As you move around in the ballroom with a glass in hand, you notice a figure that stands out: Toto Wolff, wearing an impeccably Brioni tuxedo and exuding charm and charisma.

His striking features, towering height, and muscular body immediately command your attention. Your gaze draws towards him, entirely captivated by his physical features and confident presence among the sea of people.

You can't help but stare at him; he is pure eye candy.

"So, this is what genuine attraction feels like?" you think.

You go all red when you notice a stunning set of clear eyes are watching you, lusting for Toto.

—No worries. It's the usual reaction Toto gets. We've all been there, I guess. I'm Leandra de Vries! I'm a Ferrari somophore —a stunning, lean girl with legs for days and perfect hair greets you.

Wow, that's having a face card! Her nose is to die for, and Jesus, those eyes! She looks tan, and her "gold" skin is silky and shiny.

"I need to moisturize!" you think instantly, comparing yourself.

—I'm Y/N Y/LN —you quickly add. —That's a beautiful dress, Leandra!

—It's vintage Dior; they don't make them like this anymore —she shows you her breathtaking embroidered gown, extending her long, athletic leg. —You look good, even with that thing you are wearing! No offense; you better get used to these kinds of comments. Let's say this place requires thick skin; my advice: never take it personally.

—Oh, thanks, I guess?! —you both laugh.

—Is it from Zara? —Leandra comes closer to whisper to your ear, curious and disgusted at the time, but with comedic timing.

—Yes! —you answer, holding a giggle.

—Oh god! Please remind me to get you in my wardrobe; I have a couple of pieces you so desperately need —she smiles at you and intertwines her right arm with yours.

—Please! —you beg and smile at her.

—Let's walk around! —she invites you.

So far, you like Leandra. Although she may look like a mean girl, she is well-intended, empathic, and honest. She doesn't hold back, and that's your type of person.

She tells you she got transferred here from the Italy campus the year before - after her older brother passed away in that polemic crash at Monza, and because her parents wanted to start fresh, trying to run from what happened - she states it was tough for her to settle in and be accepted here.

She also explains that the social circles here are very airtight, so she wants you to experience something other than what she went through.

—This place loves gossip, and you are the talk of the moment, "the charity baby who got the Lewis scholarship" —Leandra lets out like it was a bother, almost rolling her eyes while walking you to the bar area.

—So that's the new "Charity Baby"? She's cute!

—Where!? —Lando pops his head behind Oscar after his comment.

—There, with Leandra —he points.

—How does that woman get even hotter each year?! Fuck, she looks so fuckable in that dress! —Lando undresses Lea with his eyes.

—Getting an erection this early on? That's a new record for you —Max jokes, staring at him.

Leandra starts to lead you both in their direction. The group is gathered around the large velvet sofa in the fancy sitting area near the bar.

When you two arrive at their side, you overhear George leading the conversation.

—She is still out of your league, mate —George mocks him. —But how did it go with Arabella?

—Oh, she was delicious; I fucked her in the gym's pool. Her ass feels terrific! —Lando lets them know the gossip.

—Arabella is the blonde with the great tits? —Max inquires.

—No, no, that's the Mercedes girl, the one I fucked in the library.

—And you also fucked the librarian.

—And the trainer's assistant.

—And the Human Resources lady.

Everyone keeps adding.

—Better be getting ready for Lando's disappointing dick game —Carlos jokes with you as soon as he notices you standing there in complete silence and addressing you for the first time.

Everyone turns their head towards you.

You go all red.

—I mean, if you want, I'm available tonight —Lando shoots his shot, shamelessly flirting with you and reaching for your hand.

—And welcome! —Sebastian jokes from a distance, comfy wrapped in Lewis's arms on the sofa.

—Lando, you fuck everything that breathes —Yuki states impressed.

—It's cus' I got dick game, to Carlos' jealousy.

Out of nowhere, you notice Lance standing right to your left. —I heard you are working class and got here under a full scholarship like Lewis did. Is that true?! —Lance inquires, curious and with a sweet voice, but his wording is not the best.

—Yes, I'm from a middle-class family —you shyly reply. —We own a car repair workshop, and I work there.

Lance's face looks amazed. Sebastian notices his and your expressions and doesn't waste time.

—Lance, you can't ask people that! You know some people work for a living? God, you are so out of touch! Excuse him —Seb joins in.

—Yeah, unlike you, the people's people —Lewis mocks Seb, pointing at him and roughly combing his hair, then Lewis gives you a "these guys" face and winks at you. —They don't mean it —Lewis lets you know. —Welcome, welcome! I'm L-

—Lewis Hamilton, yes, I know, you are a legend —you look at him in awe.

He is the only one who gets it, who gets you.

He is as rare as you. His family famously worked their butts off to get him here before he got offered a full scholarship like yours and became the scholarship program and the GPEA prodigy.

No one has won more trophies and cups in the history of the college than him.

Mercedes already hired him as their reserve driver and offered him a contract as the future of their F1 racing team, the most expensive deal ever for a rookie. They are just waiting for Michael to retire.

After lots of chatting, dancing, joking around, and getting to know a bit of everyone in that little group, Principal Zack reaches you. —Miss, Y/LN. Can we have a word, please?

—Of course! —you interrupt your conversation with Oscar and go to him.

After walking around and casually chitchatting a bit, he informs you: —I appreciate your request to join our faculty, but unfortunately, it's impossible for us now. We noticed your career resume has a long hiatus, which puts you behind our other candidates. However, we will closely watch your performance this year, and maybe you can ask again next year —Zack politely kills your dream to drive for them momentaneously. —You have a promising future, you are talented, and I wish you the best.

—Oh, bummer! But I understand, sir. I will do my very best!

You make it back to the group, but since they love to dish, they all were observing the scene from afar and interpreting your expressions, betting their money wasn't good.

—And? —Yuki asks.

—Not McLaren.

—I'm sorry, it's their loss! —Mick comforts you. By far, he is the most kind and polite of the bunch. It must be tough to grow up under his dad's shadow; maybe that's why he is so empathic with the outcasts.

—I haven't heard from Aston or Ferarri after my interviews either —you look slightly concerned now.

—Give it a time —Seb reassures you.

—Oh god, it's too early to endure a Masi speech. No one is drunk enough yet! —Lewis cuts the chat, looking straight at the man getting up on the fancy and tech stage, lit out under professional lightning; a massive state-of-the-art Samsung screen is behind him, showcasing the academy and its sponsor's logos.

—Does anyone feel like powdering their nose in the bathroom before the speech begins? —Carlos offers.

—Count me on, babe! Do you want to join us? Being high as a kite is the best way to enjoy this party —Leandra addresses you.

—Oh! No, no, thank you —you quickly deny with your arms.

—Hey, don't go hard! I brought mushrooms for all of us later —Max adds, and they nod in sync.

Okay, this is going nothing like you expected.

"Good night, esteemed faculty, staff, and enthusiastic students. As the Dean, I am honored to address you at the start of this new academic year at the Grand Prix Elite Academy. We are here united by a shared passion for speed, engineering, and the excitement of Formula One racing.

Our college stands as a unique institution dedicated to preparing the next generation of brilliant minds and innovative professionals in the motorsport industry.

This academic year holds incredible opportunities for growth, learning, and discovery, and I encourage each and every one of you to embrace the challenges, cultivate your skills, and push the boundaries of knowledge in this exhilarating field.

Let us fuel our enthusiasm, collaborate synergistically, and pave the way to new frontiers of excellence together. I extend a warm welcome to all and look forward to an extraordinary year ahead.

Thank you."

A lazy round of applause comes from the crowd, but minutes before that, about the middle of the speech, Leandra stands by your side. —Do you want to know all the tea about Toto? —noticing how your eyes went all over him once more.

He is up on the stage with all the principals from the different faculties. It's nothing new, but you are experiencing it for the first time.

—Well —you hesitate. —Yes.

—He has remained single for a while now, more like fucking around, actually. Toto has a type: blond bombshells, the supermodel type, you know, with insane bodies. I'm friends with two of his conquests, and one told me he fucks like a bull. He likes it hard and rough, and the other let me know he has a delicious fat cock but that he hits it and quits it; he left her begging for more.

You blush at her words, which she instantly notices, before continuing: —Last I witnessed with my own gorgeous eyes, Toto was hooking up with Anitta at that fancy Ferrari's anniversary party; she was all over him; it was a great party, we all got smashed! I ended up cowgirling Dani on the back of his car, oops.

You hit playfully Leandra in the ribs with your elbow while looking at Ricciardo standing meters away. —Daniel is hot!

—And a moron! Ah, right! Toto went through a very public divorce about a year ago; it was the talk of the town. The Wolff's splitting, OH! The elites went wild! His ex-wife is a counselor here, so you will see her around; they have a weird relationship. I think they still fuck.

Okay, this is a lot of information, but one thing is sure: you are different from his type.

—By the way, he's a very demanding professor and one of the very best. His subjects are challenging to get accepted into, and it is hard to obtain good grades in them, but if you achieve them, you gain a lot of respect; he has an eye for talent, so think twice before choosing him. Many girls try to add his class to their schedules to get closer to him, but it never ends well. He is a dream crusher. Do you want me to introduce you to him? I'm one of his favorite students.

—Oh, no, no —you get all nervous. Leandra laughs at your answer and how you go full panic within seconds.

—So you are the type who only likes to stare? —she mocks you. You softly push her, joking around.

Oh, yes, and he looks so fine! That suit is tight in all the right places!

The party gets better and wilder as the night progresses, and the alcohol takes a toll on your systems.

People are dancing around to DJ Lando's sensual set and hooking up everywhere; the lights are dim, and neon lasers pulsate to the beats.

Bodies move in sync with the rhythm as you all gather on the packed dance floor. Max offers the mushrooms around, and a "Fuck it! I deserve to feel alive!" feeling overpowers you, and you join them as they cheer you in, feeling now more like part of the pack!

Amidst the blur of Carlos's body dancing around you - he became your companion for the night - you start feeling everything on your skin: the energy, passion, and thrill.

You can feel your pupils dilating and his firm chest under your hands. Your vision gets distorted, and a tall man with dark hair and intense eyes forms in front of you, and you fight that urge to slide your hands down.

You needed so bad this tempting display of youthful freedom and uninhibited release, begging for your inhibitions to fade temporarily after years of sadness and solitude.

You can't wait for the course to start and for this new chapter in your life to begin.

Please don't let it just be a fantasy!

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pinkflower2003 · 1 day

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where are my F1 & Harry Potter guys and girlies??? hello let’s chat!

i am currently in DESPERATE need of some submissions and requests or just general ideas for blurbs about the F1 & HP men.

Send in your deepest darkest fantasies or just general fluffy thoughts and let me know if you want a fic or a blurb outta them.

This is all i’m gonna be doing tonight because what else would I do on a Sunday night other than write about men I will never date??

ANYWAY, my masterlist is pinned on my profile if you want to ready any Max Verstappen Imagines🫶🏻

Send those submissions in rn, thats an order🫡

Mills x

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verstappensrealwife · 3 months

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Hidden Desires - Charles Leclerc x Reader

angst, smut, fluff

enemies to lovers?

approx. 2200 words

warnings: SMUT. oral (m recieving), p in v. Didn't proof read :/

charles leclerc masterlist - here. f1 masterlist - here.

Despite Charles' protests, he couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry that crackled between you, even if he tried to brush it off with a dismissive wave of his hand. "No—we're not dating… we aren't even friends," he'd insist, his voice tinged with a hint of defiance.

You, too, would echo his sentiments with a roll of your eyes and a snort of disbelief. "As if," you'd scoff, "He's insufferable on the track, never mind off."

But beneath the facade of denial, there lingered a tension that neither of you could ignore—a tension that manifested itself in the most unexpected of moments.

As Charles watched you playfully shake the champagne bottle, his heart quickened at the sight of you drenching Max with the bubbly liquid, your laughter ringing out like music in the air. And when you turned your attention to him, a mischievous glint in your eye, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through his veins.

The champagne dripped down your bright orange race suit, accentuating every curve and contour of your body, transforming you into an ethereal vision that left him breathless. And as he continued to celebrate alongside you, his gaze lingered on you, unable to tear himself away from the mesmerising sight before him.

In that moment, amidst the chaos of the celebration, Charles found himself captivated by you in a way he had never been before—a realisation that left him reeling with both excitement and uncertainty. And as he struggled to come to terms with the growing attraction he felt towards you, one thing became abundantly clear: denying his feelings would be futile in the face of such undeniable desire.

In the solitude of his hotel room, Charles sought refuge from the lingering echoes of celebration, the claps on the back, and the intoxicating scent of champagne that clung to his skin. A hot shower became his sanctuary, a ritual to wash away the remnants of the victorious chaos.

As the water cascaded over him, cleansing him of the night's festivities, his mind inevitably drifted to you. He couldn't shake the vivid image of your own post-celebration routine, imagining you standing under the streaming water, your naked body enveloped in warmth, relaxing after the fervour of the race and the exuberance of the victory party.

The steam from the shower blurred the line between reality and fantasy, and Charles couldn't help but envision himself in that intimate space with you. The thought stirred a longing within him, a desire that transcended the confines of the racetrack and spilled into the realm of unspoken yearning.

In the dimly lit solitude of his hotel room, Charles found himself consumed by a primal urge, his hand wrapping around his throbbing length. With slow, deliberate strokes, he imagined you, kneeling before him, your mouth agape in anticipation as he plunged into your throat.

Each imagined sensation elicited a cascade of moans and whimpers from deep within him, his body writhing with pleasure. But just as he was lost in the fervour of his fantasies, a sharp knock shattered the erotic haze.

Startled, Charles hastily draped a towel around his waist, his frustration mounting at the interruption. He swung open the door to be met by you, standing there with an air of annoyance and authority.

"Listen, Charles," you began, your tone tinged with irritation, "I understand you're excited about P2, but could you and whoever else is in there with you please keep it down?"

Confusion flickered across Charles's features as he glanced back at the empty room, then turned to face you. Unbeknownst to him, your eyes wandered appreciatively down his form as he stood before you.

"I- Well... erm," he stumbled over his words, caught off guard by your unexpected presence. “I’m alone.”

Your cheeks flushed crimson as a quiet "oh" escaped your lips, embarrassment colouring your features. "Well... erm... you're quite loud. So, shut up," you retorted, attempting to regain your composure.

A scoff escaped Charles's lips, his irritation momentarily forgotten as desire flared within him. He met your gaze with a smouldering intensity, a challenge lingering in his eyes. "Make me," he dared, his voice laced with a hint of defiance.

Raising an eyebrow, you allowed your eyes to drift downward, noting the towel that threatened to slip away with each passing moment. As it finally fell to the floor, revealing his impressive length, your breath caught in your throat.

The sight before you was captivating, igniting a fire deep within you as desire surged through your veins. Unable to tear your gaze away, you felt a rush of heat spreading through your body, anticipation pulsing in time with your heartbeat.

As the towel fell to the floor, revealing Charles's impressive length, the tension between you two skyrocketed. Your mouth hung open slightly in surprise and arousal, unable to tear your eyes away from him.

Charles, emboldened by your reaction, he pulled you closer, closing the distance between you. His gaze was intense, full of desire and a hint of challenge. Without breaking eye contact, he reached out and gently trailed his fingers along your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.

"You like what you see, Y/N?" he murmured, his voice husky with arousal.

You swallowed hard, feeling a rush of heat spreading through your body. "Maybe," you managed to reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

A wicked grin spread across Charles's face as he took another step forward, crowding your space. His hand moved from your cheek to the curve of your waist, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against your stomach, sending waves of need pulsing through you.

"Tell me," he breathed against your lips, his breath hot against your skin, "do you want me to shut up?"

You struggled to find your voice, your mind clouded with desire. "Yes," you finally gasped out, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer.

With a low growl, Charles captured your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth, setting your senses on fire. The air crackled with electricity as you both lost yourselves in the heat of the moment, forgetting everything else except the raw, primal need coursing through your veins.

As the intensity of the kiss deepened, Charles's hands roamed eagerly over your body, tracing every curve and contour with a hunger that matched your own. The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you lost in the throes of desire. He pulled you into his room, slamming his door.

With a low growl, Charles broke the kiss, his lips trailing a path of fiery kisses along your jawline and down the curve of your neck. Each touch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through you, igniting a fire that threatened to consume you both.

Desperate for more, you arched into his touch, your nails digging into his skin as you urged him closer. The heat between you was palpable, a tangible force that crackled in the air like electricity.

Sensing your need, Charles's hands drifted lower, exploring every inch of your body with a reverence that left you breathless. And when his fingers found their way to the hem of your clothing, a silent invitation passed between you, a promise of ecstasy yet to come.

With trembling hands, you allowed him to undress you, the fabric falling away to reveal the raw, unbridled beauty beneath. His gaze drank you in hungrily, his eyes dark with desire as he took in every inch of your exposed skin.

You stood before him, a vision of perfection that surpassed even his wildest fantasies. Hunger burned in his eyes as he pushed you down beside the bed, his commanding presence towering above you. With his cock mere centimetres from your awaiting mouth, he issued a harsh command.

"Do what you're good for, Y/N," he snarled, his tone dripping with arrogance, "Because it's clearly not racing."

Undeterred by his biting words, you chose to ignore his taunts, focusing instead on the task at hand. With a flick of your tongue, you traced a path along the head of his cock, then down the length of his shaft, savouring the taste of him on your lips.

Without hesitation, you took him fully into your mouth, your lips forming a tight seal around his throbbing length. As your nose brushed against his naval, a gag reflex kicked in, causing you to draw back momentarily. But before you could protest, he grasped your head firmly, guiding you back onto him with a steady pressure.

Slowly, he began to thrust into your mouth, each movement deliberate and controlled. With each deep thrust, he delved deeper into the depths of your throat, igniting a fire within you that burned with a fierce intensity.

His moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that echoed off the walls as he revelled in the ecstasy of the moment. And as he quickened his pace, becoming more forceful with each thrust, you found yourself surrendering completely to the raw, primal desire that pulsed between you.

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure, "At least you've got some sort of … Sort of talent." He stumbled over his words.

With a swift motion, Charles pulled you up to your feet, his strong grip guiding you effortlessly as he spun you around and bent you over the edge of the bed. Your heart raced with anticipation as you braced yourself, your body tingling with excitement at what was to come.

Positioned behind you, Charles wasted no time in taking what he desired, his hands roaming over your exposed skin with a fervour that left you breathless. You arched your back, offering yourself up to him completely, ready to be consumed by the fire that burned between you.

Without a word, he positioned himself behind you, the head of his cock teasing your entrance with a maddening sense of anticipation. And then, with a powerful thrust, he entered you, filling you completely as he claimed you as his own.

A gasp escaped your lips as he began to move, each powerful thrust driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that drowned out everything else as you surrendered yourself to the raw, primal need that pulsed between you.

With each thrust, he pushed you higher and higher, his movements becoming more frenzied as he chased his own release. And when it finally came, it was with a force that rocked you to your core, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you in an unstoppable tide.

Together, you lost yourselves in the heat of the moment, consumed by the passion that burned between you until, finally, you collapsed together in a tangled heap of limbs and satisfied sighs, the echoes of your ecstasy lingering in the air like a sweet, intoxicating perfume.

"Well... Erm, I'll be going. See you whene–" Before you could finish your sentence and make your exit, Charles interrupted you, his voice firm as he halted your departure, though your clothes were mostly back on.

"No, you're gonna stay in here tonight... so no one knows what we just did," he insisted, his words coming out in a rush as he struggled to maintain composure.

You couldn't help but giggle at his attempt to justify his request. "Charles Leclerc wants some after-sex kisses? From me?" you teased, a playful smirk dancing on your lips.

His cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as he stumbled over his words, his attempts to explain himself only adding to his embarrassment. But you paid his flustered attempts no mind, instead sauntering back towards him and slipping beneath the sheets with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Charles's embarrassment only seemed to deepen as you crawled back into bed, your playful teasing adding fuel to the fire. He struggled to find the right words, his cheeks still tinged with a rosy hue as he watched you settle in beside him.

As you nestled closer to him beneath the sheets, a comfortable silence fell between you, punctuated only by the soft sound of your breath mingling together in the quiet of the room. Despite the lingering awkwardness, there was an undeniable sense of intimacy that hung in the air, binding you together in a way that words could never quite capture.

After a moment, Charles tentatively reached out, his fingers grazing lightly along your cheek as he traced the curve of your jawline with a gentle touch. His gaze softened as he met your eyes, a silent apology lingering in the depths of his expression.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "I didn't mean to... I just... I don't want anyone to know about us. Well not right this second."

You studied him for a moment, taking in the vulnerability etched into his features, and felt a pang of sympathy tug at your heart. Despite his bravado on the racetrack, he was just as human as anyone else, with fears and insecurities of his own.

With a soft smile, you reached out, intertwining your fingers with his as you leaned in to press a tender kiss against his lips. "It's okay," you reassured him, your voice warm with understanding, "We can keep it our little secret."

And as you settled in beside him, the weight of the day's events fading into the background, you knew that this unexpected connection was something worth holding onto, even if it meant keeping it hidden from the rest of the world at the moment.

el fin.

I feel like i always make the endings too mushy, oh wells

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