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Synopsis: The 3 times everyone else knew you and Lando were in love with each other, and the 1 time you two actually admitted it

female driver reader x lando norris

A/N: for this one, reader is 22 and drives for mercedes with george. also, most of the story is told from lando’s pov because this originally started off as an entirely different 3+1 fic, and I don’t have the energy to fix it. and obviously, things like race results, driver lineups, ect will be changed to better fit the story

Lando Norris knows Formula 1 is unpredictable. He knows you can’t tell what will happen during a race, nonetheless a season. But no matter how unpredictable the sport is, this was the most surprising part by far.

It’s barely been 10 years, but Lando feels like he’s known you forever. You two first met at the Karting World Championship in 2014, a race you were teammates with both him and Zhou Guanyu in. Even though he beat you to first place, your 14-year-old-self didn’t let that stop you from becoming best friends with him.

It was hard to keep track of each other when the two of you were traveling all over Europe to compete in different series, so Lando almost thought he’d never get to see you again. Until in 2020, when he heard talks of the most successful female driver yet making her way through the ranks.

Since you were announced as apart of the Mercedes driver line up in the beginning of 2022, you two have been attached at the hip. You both lived in Monaco and whenever you weren’t busy with media or team duties, you were together. Traveling, in the paddock, celebrating races; if you were there, so was Lando.

Fans were used to that fact and they usually expected it off the track, but not for races and track battles, so everyone was a bit surprised when you two placed P3 and P4 in Bahrain.

It was Round 1 of the 2023 season and even though everyone knows your results at Bahrain don’t dictate your entire season, Lando was still excited you were on the podium. He had qualified P6 behind George and yourself in P5 and P4, and with both Fernando’s Aston Martin and both Red Bulls in front of you, you weren’t expected to make it on the top steps.

Though after a few badly timed pit stops, Lando ended the race in P4, 5 seconds behind you in P3. Cheers rung out from around the grandstands as both the Mercedes and McLaren cars crossed the finish line. Your team garages were ecstatic, climbing the fence to meet you at the checkered flag and shouting congratulations through the radio.

Lando watched from behind as you steered your car into perc ferme alongside Max and Sergio and climbed out to celebrate with your team. It wasn’t P1, but it was a huge achievement to place so high so early in the season and it was obvious how proud everyone was of you.

He couldn’t help himself from leaving his car and engulfing you in a hug. You were both laughing and the Brit could practically hear your grin through it.

“You did amazing! I’m so proud of you” He says, the words muffled through your helmets.

“Thanks, I wish you were gonna be up there with me, you deserve it” you say, looking up to the podium.

Lando smiles and he’s suddenly grateful his helmet is there to hide his blush. “Thanks. Don’t worry though, soon enough we’ll be up there with a 1-2”

“With me P1, I assume?”

Your eyes are playful underneath your helmet, and he laughs. “Yeah, we’ll see. Go celebrate with your team, Y/n. Don’t ditch me for the after party though!” He shouts as you walk over to your post-race interview, starting to laugh.

“I’d never ditch you!” You shout back over your shoulder, your helmet and balaclava coming off to reveal your grin.

Lando leaves to get weighed and meet his team back in the McLaren garage, keeping his head gear on because of the stupid smile he’s all too aware is still on his face. He was supposed to go to the media pen to finish up some race interviews before sitting down for the debrief with McLaren, but you were his best friend; he couldn’t miss your first podium of the season.

Lando, still clad in his orange race suit, arrives just as Max’s national anthem is playing. He probably should be paying at least a bit of attention to the winner, he’s one of Lando’s best mates after all, but then he saw you, grinning on the third step under the many bright lights of the street circuit, and he couldn’t look away.

He watched with his own smile as you opened your bottle of champagne and poured the majority of it on the Red Bull drivers, before downing the rest of it yourself. He’d wait until you came back to street level, where he’d be waiting for another hug and feeling the sticky champagne and bright grin against his neck.

You’d start talking about the race, the moments where you didn’t think you’d make it to the podium and how happy you’d be if you could get another one. You’ll ask about his race and tell him that next weekend, he’d better be up there beside you, no matter what.

And Lando will be next to you, like he always is, smiling and hanging on to every word you say because you’re happy, so he’s happy too.

What Lando would not realize is that each moment, from when he hugged you after you got out of your car to just then when you were walking through the paddock together, had been caught by multiple people, each one thinking the one thing you two had not yet realized.

“They’re so in love with each other”

Lando Norris did not hate the Miami Grand Prix, at least not usually. But this time around, F1’s 2023 stop in Florida is one he could’ve gladly missed.

It was a double header weekend, and after coming off an extremely mediocre P9 finish in Azerbaijan, Lando was less than excited to spend 4 days in the hot sun in an even more mediocre car. There were so many unnecessary media obligations to go with the flashiness of Miami, and by Friday evening he was already looking forward to the flight back home.

The one thing that did brighten his day was you, who he also had dinner plans with after FP2. He let you distract him with whichever details about your life you had neglected to tell him before, let you get him excited for Sunday’s race again, and let you put him in a better mood.

You two were walking from the restaurant to Lando’s car, still talking and laughing as usual, when Lando asked to you come by his hotel after qualifying the next day.

“If both our qualifying are shit, we can get ice cream and mope together,” he posed jokingly, “and if it goes great, we can celebrate together as well”

But then you stop laughing and your tone changes. “Oh, sorry Lando, but I’m going out with Logan after qualifying; he’s gonna show me around Miami a bit. I’m sure he won’t mind if you come though? Do you want to?”

He pauses; Logan? “No it’s fine. I should probably be relaxing after tomorrow anyways, I think the heat’s getting to me a bit. You two have fun, though” He assures you, keeping a light-hearted tone to mask his distaste.

Logan?

Lando didn’t have anything against Logan, he thought he was a nice guy with a lot of potential. But now he’s taking his best friend away from him and for what reason? You can see Miami any day, any time you want, and if you wanted to, you certainly didn’t need him as your guide.

But fine. Lando does not own you, you’re perfectly allowed to have your own friends, and if you wanted to have an evening out with Logan Sargeant, it was perfectly okay with Lando.

The Brit drove you back to your hotel before setting off to his own, and while you were his best friend and of course, delightful company, he couldn’t help but dwell on the sour taste left in his mouth. He didn’t know why this bothered him so much.

By the time Lando was back in his room, he was too tired to figure it why and decided it was a problem for Future Lando.

He woke up Saturday morning completely forgetting about the events of last night and instead focused on getting the best results possible today. He met up with his trainer for breakfast, left for the track, and joined his PR officer in the McLaren garage. She was escorting Lando to the media pen when he suddenly slowed.

“Lando? What’s wrong?” The woman took note of his tense figure, his hard-set eyes.

All because you were walking away from the media pen with Logan at your side, laughing and looking way too happy for his liking.

He felt the sourness this time. He felt it rise throughout his body and spread like wild fire. His only question was why.

Why were you laughing so much? Why did he feel this way? Why couldn’t he let any of this go? Why were you with Logan and not with him?

“Nothing,” the McLaren drives says. “let’s go” Lando never usually hurries to the media pen, but he didn’t want to look at you and Mr. American boy-next-door any longer.

He was asked questions and he gave answers, Lando just couldn’t tell you what any of them were. This was the problem Past Lando had left for him, and he couldn’t ignore it any longer.

He ruled out anger; he didn’t feel mad, per se, more frustrated than angry. He wasn’t upset; he certainly didn’t feel sad. Possessiveness? He wasn’t usually possessive over his friends though, and you two weren’t dating or anything like that, so there was no real reason to feel protective. Still, Lando couldn’t shake the sourness, and was once again left without answers about you and his feelings.

It wasn’t hard to miss the Brit’s change in attitude, and it wasn’t something his friends were going to ignore.

“Are you okay, mate?” Carlos says, walking alongside him through the paddock after FP3. “You’ve been quiet all day”

“Yeah, ‘m fine. Just tired, I guess” Lando shrugs, not sure if he should tell the Ferrari driver.

“C’mon, you’re seriously not gonna tell me? It’ll make you feel better, trust me” Carlos pushed, and he hesitated before answering.

“I don’t know. I barely know what’s wrong myself” Carlos gives him a look, and he sighs before continuing.

“It’s just weird with Y/n lately. I don’t know but the entire weekend’s just been weird”

“Why? Because she’s hanging out with Logan?”

“How did you-”

“Lando, it’s not that hard to notice, and it’s not that hard to notice why you don’t like it” The Spaniard nudges him, looking at him with a mischievious glint in his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“You like Y/n, so you don’t like her hanging around with Logan” He says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“What’re you talking about? I don’t like Y/n, she’s my best friend, that’s ridiculous” Lando makes a face. That makes no sense, of course I don’t have feelings for Y/n.

“Yeah, and the Haas is going to win tomorrow. Lando, I told you, you can trust me. Just admit it, cabrón”

“Admit what? I don’t like her, I told you that” Lando insists, because he doesn’t. There’s no way.

“Okay mate, whatever you say” Carlos says, putting his hands up in surrender and moving towards the Ferrari garage. “Let me know how that ‘not liking my best friend thing goes’”

Lando just shakes his head and sighs. Carlos has no idea what he’s talking about.

Qualifying turns out to be the thing Lando needs to get his mind off everything; he qualifies P6 with Oscar right behind him and confidence in his car for tomorrow. The man spends some extra time going over the data from today with the strategists and leaves the track just after sunset to head back to his hotel.

He wasn’t completely lying to you yesterday night; the heat was having a bit of an effect on him, and it was probably a good idea to relax and stay in for the night. He ordered something from room service that his trainer would approve of and took a shower before climbing into bed.

A knock on his door is the thing that stops Lando from falling asleep.

It’s past 10, no one should be knocking at his door, but that’s not good enough of a reason to ignore the person, so he gets up to answer it and should probably be more surprised that’s it you.

“Not here to collect team secrets for tomorrow, are you?” Lando questions, jokingly.

“I don’t think we need anymore help beating you McLarens, thank you” You play along with a laugh.

“I’m offended. I hope you have an apology along to go with whatever that it” He gestures to the bag in your hands, and you nod.

“I do, but you’ll have to let me in first to get either” Your best friend moves aside to let you into his room and onto his couch.

“Seriously though, what’s up? Is something wrong?”

“Oh no, nothing’s wrong. I just felt bad for ditching you today and figured I could make up for it with ice cream” You shrugged, opening up the bag and holding a container covered in frost.

“I appreciate the gesture Y/n, but we both know our trainers-” You cut him off. “Would kill us if we eat this, I know. That’s why I only bought one, so we could just share and have half. That way it’s not really eating an ice cream sundae, it’s just eating a scoop and a half”

“I like your thinking”

“That’s why you keep me around” You both smile, and Lando gets up to get two spoons.

“You don’t have to be sorry, by the way. It doesn’t bother me that you went out with Logan” He knows you must’ve felt really guilty, because you’re still wearing the clothes you wore in the paddock, meaning you went immediately from wherever Logan took you to straight to get the ice cream and come here, despite the fact you should be in bed and it would be chaos if someone found out you were here this late Saturday night.

He also knows you wouldn’t do this for just anyone.

“I know. I still felt bad though” You shrug, thanking him before taking a spoonful of ice cream.

“Don’t be. Where’d he take you, anyway?” Lando questions. He knows that if he was talking about this any time else, he feel that sourness all over again. But there was no reason to if you were right here beside him.

“Nowhere special; we just walked around, shopped a bit, and stopped to get some food before we realized we should probably head back to our hotels”

“And aren’t you having the same realization now?” He asks, taking another spoon of ice cream.

“Yeah, but I’m not worried enough to the point where I’m actually gonna do it” You explain, and Lando laughs.

“So what? I’m stuck with you for the rest of the night then?”

“You say it like you don’t totally love the idea” You smile playfully.

“You’re right, I’d rather you here with me than anywhere else”

“Me too” The man misses your soft gaze and love-sick smile.

Truthfully, Lando just likes when you’re with him in general.

It was the Austria GP and for the first time in a while, Lando Norris felt a little carefree. He had over two weeks to recover from Canada, the next round was his home race, and things were looking positive for Sunday. He was happy with racing, and he was happy with you too.

Ever since Miami, you two have been closer than usual; fans were used to seeing you guys always together, but this time, they really never saw you without seeing Lando, and Lando without seeing you. Both of you seemed oddly smiley recently and it didn’t go without notice. Even more than usual, it was like you and Lando were in your own weird little obliviously-in-love bubble that nothing could break through.

Maybe that was why you and Lando finished P4 and P5, each of you one place away from a repeat of Bahrain. It obviously wasn’t your best finishes you two have ever had, but it was good enough for there to be a celebration afterwards. The drivers you and Lando were closest to also finished high in the points, and before you knew it, you had agreed to attending the after-party happening in a few hours at the nearest club.

You put on some makeup, fixed your hair, changed into a beautiful outfit, and stuffed your purse with your essentials before you got a text from Lando telling you that he was outside. You insisted that you could drive yourself and he didn’t need to pick you up, but Lando persisted, saying that it was stupid to bring two cars incase you weren’t fit to drive at the end of the night, and had to leave your very expensive car on the street all night.

“You look gorgeous, it almost makes up for the ridiculous amount of time I’ve spent waiting here for you” Lando says with a smirk as you open the door to his car.

You roll your eyes through your blush. “It wasn’t that long. Besides, my room’s on a high floor, it was the elevator’s fault.” You reason, clicking your seatbelt into place before Lando pulls out of the hotel parking lot and onto the streets.

“Yeah sure, blame the machinery because it’s never your fault you’re late”

“It’s not!” You insist with a laugh. He hums sarcastically in response, turning on the radio and letting it fill the comfortable silence

The streets in front of the club are lined with dozens of high-end cars, so you and Lando are forced to park nearly a block away from the entrance. The bouncer lets the two of you in without hesitation, and even from outside, you can hear the bass from the speakers inside.

The interior is exactly how you expected it to be, colorful strobe lights from overhead, music that you have to shout to hear someone over, and a dance floor that’s packed to the brim with celebrities, drivers, and everyone in between.

You and Lando claim the nearest booth to the exit, and he leans in close enough to be audible. “I’m going to get us a few drinks, try and see if you can find a few people” You nod, and the two of you go off in different directions.

You manage to locate Alex, Lily, George, and Carmen in a booth together and after a few very loud greetings, manage your way through the mob again to find Lando and lead him back to your friends. You all start talking and laughing, placing bets on which drivers are going home with a mystery girl, which ones are going to get black-out drunk, and which ones are going to show off their embarrassingly bad drunk dance moves in front of everyone.

Drinks and shots get handed out, a few more drivers join your table, and soon enough, you and your group are somewhere between tipsy and drunk and are moving onto the already-packed dance floor. Lando moved up to the DJ, telling you he’d be back to dance soon, and left you with your fellow drivers and their girlfriends.

You spend a few hours dancing with the girls, giggling through your drinks, and wandering around the club in search for more friends. At the point where your vision starts to got a bit blurry and the music is making your head hurt, you feel a hand on your shoulder and a familiar voice in your ear.

“Hey stranger!” Lando shouts, turning you around to face him.

“Lando!” You call out loudly, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. “Missed you” Alcohol made you a bit affectionate.

“Only been gone an hour and a half, love” Even though you can’t see his face and you’re not at your sharpest, you know he’s got a dumb smirk on his face.

“Missed you too, though” He says, taking the drink out of your hand and taking a sip before wrapping his hands around your waist.

“Are you here to dance with me?” You pull back, looking into his eyes. His pupils aren’t dilated, so you know he’s sober and the designated driver for the night.

“Wouldn’t want to do anything else” Even though everyone else around you is dancing at a fast, eager pace, you and Lando keep your arms wrapped around each other, bodies swaying softly, heads laying on each other’s shoulders.

Even with the flashing lights and booming music, you probably could’ve drowsed off on your best friends shoulder. You don’t realize how much time has passed but at some point, Lando taps your arm and pulls away from you.

“Time to go home, I think” He says, placing his hands on your shoulders to get you to focus on him.

“You think?” You reply, both drowsy and a little drunk.

“I think so. I’m gonna see if anyone else needs a ride and say goodbye, then we’ll leave, okay?” Lando tells you, intertwining your hands together before leading you further onto the dancefloor.

The Brit finds the other drivers and does what he said before handing you your purse and guiding you out of the club, hands still held together. Your best friend hands you his jacket to wear and places his arm around your waist as the two of you walk back to the car.

You know that Lando will get you back to your hotel and to your room where he’ll take your heels off for you. You know he’ll place a glass of water and a few Aspirins’ on a nightstand for you and lay down underneath the duvet with you because he’s too tired to drive back to his own hotel.

You’ll know you two will fall asleep almost immediately, and wake up closer than you were laying last night. You know Lando will not mind doing any of this, will actually like it, because you don’t let him take care of you as much as he’d like.

You know all of these things and a lot of other stuff too, you just don’t know that the person you did it all with is the person you’re in love with, or that he’s in love with you too.

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Lando always appreciated the summer break after half a season of racing, but there was something special about this one that made him wish it would never end.

You, Lando, and a group of your mutual friends planned a week-long trip to an island in the Caribbean as ‘one last hurrah’ before you two had to fly to Zandervort for the second half of the season. It was your fourth day on the island, and even though every moment since you arrived has been filled with some sort of fun and exciting adventure, this was already your favorite day of the trip.

You and Lando had connecting rooms, ‘a complete coincidence’ as your friends had put it, and this morning, you two decided to take advantage of it and make breakfast together. You weren’t supposed to meet with the others until a few more hours, and you loved cooking with Lando, so shortly after you woke up you made the short journey into his room.

“Morning,” your best friend greeted you, clad in black sweats and an old T-shirt you’ve seen millions of times. “I bought pancake mix from the store in the lobby, but we can run out and get something else if you like?”

“No, it’s okay,” you insist, “pancakes are fine. Besides, I know you make the best ones.”

“I know, you must be so jealous” Lando smirks, grabbing a mixing bowl and pan from the hotel’s kitchenette cabinet.

“Totally. So what’s on our agenda today?” You say, moving around him to take ingredients from the fridge.

“Not much, actually. I think we’re just going to the beach and walk around the town a bit” You nod as you grab your phone and click on the shared playlist between yourself and Lando.

You let the music fill the comfortable silence as the two of you move around the small kitchen. It’s a beautiful and all-too domestic scene; the morning sun streaming through the windows, the soft music in the background, the way you both seamlessly know your way around the kitchen, how easy it was to work around each other. They’re the facts your mind notices too quickly, and it’s hard to stop your brain from thinking about a future where things could be like this everyday.

Within a few minutes, you each had a reasonably-sized stack of pancakes that you brought outside onto the balcony with you. You settle into the adjacent chairs that look out to the waves crashing onto the beach and deep blue ocean. It’s still early; this part of the island isn’t awake yet, and it’s easy to relax in the still quiet.

While you shooed away the image of the future like this, Lando welcomed it with open arms. He thought how effortless it would be to make a scene like this; a hotel room, an apartment in Monaco, a house in the UK, Lando would take either and all of them. As long as you came with it.

His mouth speaking before his brain can control it. “I wish it was like this forever” He blurts out.

“You don’t want to go back to racing?” You look over at him, eyebrows furrowed. He doesn’t look back at you, keeps his eyes on the view in front of him instead.

“No, I do. I mean-” Lando pauses, thinks it over. He gets up from his chair to lean on the railing, his back facing you. This could ruin everything, he thinks. If he says it, he can’t go back, and nothing will be the same again.

He stops thinking.

“I mean with you. I honestly don’t care where we are; racing, on an island, whatever. We could be on another planet for all I care. As long as it’s just you and me, I think I could handle it” He finishes, feeling your presence next to him a few moments later, your shoulders brushing.

“Really?” You ask, eyes widened. You would’ve never thought he felt the same.

“Really. I’ve always felt that way” Then he’s looking you in that way, the way everyone’s been trying to explain to you for a while.

You don’t second-guess yourself when you put your hands around his face and press your lips onto his, and especially not when he starts moving his lips against yours. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, and you don’t think you’d be mad if this was your forever.

You two finally pull away from each other, and even though the waves on the beach are still the same waves and the ocean is still the same deep blue, you think that everything changed just a little bit.

You’re still so close you could probably count his eyelashes if you wanted to, and you smile.

“I love you”

His smile mirrors yours the second after he hears it. “I love you too”

You two don’t really have to tell people; everyone figures it out within the first five minutes of being around both of you. Everyone teases you relentlessly, but internally, they’re just glad the two of you finally saw what’s been there all along.

i think this is really bad, so if u see it one moment and then don’t the next, it’s because I deleted it. i also never really know how to end these. anyways, a lando fic to make up for the time i’ve been gone. sorry about that btw, i got major imposter syndrome and the lack of f1 content makes for a lack of motivation. this is also my first ln4 fic, and i have no idea what to expect from it. hope u enjoyed tho 🫶

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HISTORY SERIES

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tr / rbr / ferrari / am seb x race engineer fem oc ⋆ documentary style with a total of 15 seasons, each one with its own plot (pay attention to warnings at the beginning of each chapter!)

if you wanna be tagged feel free to comment! feedback, as well as reblogs, are truly appreciated <3

started: APR 7TH 2024 currently status: on going! | last updated: april 14

JULY 2022. Four-time Formula 1 champion, Sebastian Vettel, announces his retirement by the end of the 2022 season via his recently created Instagram account. The main reason behind this important decission? The necessity of being close to his wife, his kids and, especially, not missing key moments in their lives.

However, around the German's mind there is an idea that, even if it is a bit contradictory to his beliefs of having a private personal life, it is required due to the hard criticism both him and his wife, Diana, had to face during their whole carreers, especially at the beginning of them and, of course, when they both met.

There was no doubt that, even people loved Sebastian and Diana Vettel, better known as the paddock royalty, they were during years the villains of a story full of secrets, lies and manipulation.

prologue: i hereby announce my retirement

TORO ROSSO

2008 SEASON 1: MEETING

Where Diana decides to give a chance to the world she has dreamed about since she was a child, without knowing that not only will she meet her future husband, but also that carving out a place in Formula 1 is not as easy as she definitely already imagined, especially being a woman, an university student and intern of the Toro Rosso internship.

part 1: meeting

part 2.1: first victory (part 1)

part 2.2: first victory (part 2)

part 3: do you really want us to try?

part 4: i wanna be there, with you

part 5: you'll find me in the stars

REDBULL RACING

2009 SEASON 2: SHE'S NOT HANNA

It is a fact that Diana and Sebastian are becoming closer. Both of them are beginning to see each other as something more than just friends, hiding their feelings, but the weight of the secret that Seb has a girlfriend looms over them. Will the golden boy be able to be honest with the girl he seems to be obsessed about, Diana, and her girlfriend, Hanna, or will some consequences of that secret be the tip of the iceberg of the ruin of the RedBull intern's life?

part 1: this is the least i could do

part 2.1: she's not hanna

part 2.2: happy birthday, di!

part 3: so... you're going

part 4: why have you lied to me?

part 5: rosberg, is this a date?

part 6: i forgive you, seb

2010 SEASON 3: LEAVE

description coming soon because there are huge season 2: she's not hanna spoilers

part 1: i never hid I was dating *spoilers*

part 2: stop talking shit about her

part 3: i wish you left

part 4: you're on your own, kid

part 5: you're not hanna, and never will be her

part 6: this is why no one loves you

part 7: talent or just a nice face?

part 8: leave

2011 SEASON 4: HOW YOU GET THE GIRL

description coming soon because there are huge season 3: leave spoilers

part 1: oops, he did it again

part 2: how you get the girl

part 3: everything is a thousand times better with you

part 4: hold on to hope

part 5: this feels like family

part 6: this is much better than driving, seb

part 7: is history repeating itself?

part 8: the sunshine of my life

2012 SEASON 5: THEY DON'T KNOW ABOUT US

description coming soon because there are huge season 4: how you get the girl spoilers

part 1: kimi, you're our only hope

part 2: let's make birthday sex a tradition

part 3: alonso, don't say anything

part 4: i trusted you, webber

part 5: mum, you should move with dad

part 6: you say sorry just for show

part 7: we're dating

2013 SEASON 6: LET'S PLAY A LOVEGAME

description coming soon because there are huge season 5: they don't know about us spoilers

part 1: fuck multi 21, i wanna fuck you

part 2: stay calm and let me eat you out

part 3: we have to remember this days

part 4: she's pregnant

part 5.1: life and death: death

part 5.2: life and death: life

2014 SEASON 7: HER NAME IS EMILY

description coming soon because there are huge season 6: let's play a lovegame spoilers

part 1: congratulations!

part 2: runaway baby

part 3: your body, your choice

part 4: we're having a baby

part 5: you have to take a break

part 6: first baby's first party

part 7: her name is emily

part 8: wildest dreams

part 9: you're not fucking leaving

FERRARI

SEASON 8 (2015), SEASON 9 (2016), SEASON 10 (2017), SEASON 11 (2018), SEASON 12 (2019) AND SEASON 13 (2020) TBA

ASTON MARTIN

SEASON 14 (2021) AND SEASON 15 (2022) TBA

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀) ━ 2019 to 2023!f1 grid x driver!female oc

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ━ carlos and lando give arabella love advice while after talking to toto, lewis start to feel threatened by the female rookie also charles confess his feelings

𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 ━ 2019, 29 march

𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ━ manama, bahrein

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ━ i think only cursing…for now 😜

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ━ here it is the second chapter! hope it helps to get your minds away from everything is happening because I definitely have a headache

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ━ @namgification @burberryfilms @d3kstar @omgsuperstarg @whoselly

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DESPITE being a couple of meters outside the garage, the red of her t-shirt two sizes too big stood out among the papaya-colored polo shirts of the McLaren staff. She pursed her lips and stood on her tiptoes trying to find the mop of black hair that belonged to her compatriot who, according to Ricciardo, was there.

She was beginning to suspect that the Australian had lied to her.

The truth was that she didn't know if it was a very good idea to go talk about her problem with Charles, with Carlos, but he was the only one she could talk to about everything. For some reason the girl had unconsciously taken the other spaniard as her confidant, closest friend and a bit like an older brother, perhaps because they had a country and culture in common or simply because they connected but Arabella liked being with Carlos and, well , Carlos liked being with Arabella. He saw her as another little sister to take care of and annoy, and he liked that because it made him feel closer to his home, to his family.

“What are we looking at?” A voice next to her made her jump in her place. She turned her body around and narrowed her eyes in annoyance at the owner of said voice.

"Carlos!" She growled his name and he opened those eyes of his wide indicating that he was listening to her "Where were you? I was looking for you".

He shrugged. “In the bathroom, I needed to take a shit”.

"Ah" Her nose wrinkled in displeasure before making a dismissive gesture "Do you want to go eat with me?".

"Okay, but why don't you go with Charles?" They both began walking towards the public cafeteria, he slid his arm around her shoulders and pressed her against his body "Shouldn't you eat together? You know, since you guys are teammates.

"He's busy" The lie came easily from her lips and Carlos seemed to believe it or at least that's what she thought when she saw him nod "Shouldn't you be eating with Lando?"

"Touché".

They walked a couple more minutes since the cafeteria was not far away, when they arrived they ordered and then took a seat.

"Carlos, you have a girlfriend, right?" She was going to wait until she found the best way to introduce the topic but she preferred to get straight to the point.

Which almost led to the older man choking on his orange juice "I mean, you're very pretty but you're a little too young for me and I don't see you like that, Bells".

"Ew, no!" She exclaimed with disgust, leaning back in her seat "That's not what i mean, gilipollas!". Asshole.

"Well, then why are you asking?!" Both raised their voices and since they also spoke in Spanish, they caught the attention of several people. The brown-eyed man cleared his throat "What's the point of that question then?".

She made a noise of displeasure biting her lower lip, she leaned forward indicating to her friend to do the same, he followed her curiously.

"I like a boy or at least I think I like him" She muttered reluctantly. She didn't really like talking about feelings, especially her own.

Sainz smiled broadly, punching her arm "Look at you! I knew that with that face you couldn't be very innocent".

Immediately her cheeks turned as red as her shirt. She stretched out her arm and pinched him, earning a complaint from him while she scolded him "Shut up, damn it, and help me."

"Let's see, tell Tito Carlos who the lucky one is".

"In your dreams".

"Oh, come on, tía". Dude.

"What are you guys talking about?" A third voice spoke in english making both of them turn their heads to see the 55`s teammate looking at them with a big smile on his face and his eyes full of curiosity "Can I join?".

The girl pointed at him with her finger "But you're already sitting down and everything."

"It was to be polite, nothing more" He grabbed the armrests of the chair and began to jump on it to bring it closer to the table.

The spanish drivers looked at each other.

When he was finally happy with the distance between his body and the table he rested his elbows on the armrests and joined his hands, looking at both of them "So, what were we talking about?".

"Well, Bel…

"Don't even think about it," She growled in spanish towards the oldest at the table.

Norris pouted “Please, I want to know too or I'll feel left out.”

"You don't know how to keep secrets, Lando. Not even if your life depends on it" The girl drank her coffee and looked at the british boy who made a noise of dissatisfaction.

"That is not true! I haven't told anyone that we were each other's first kiss, did I?" He spoke proudly of himself, without realizing his mistake.

"For fuck's sake, Lando," She murmured, looking away from both of them.

"Wait, what?!" Carlos looked at both of them in disbelief, turned to the boy and extended his hand with a smile "That's my boy!

The blue-eyed man smiled and bumped his palm against the black-haired man's before he brought him closer to his chest, giving a "men's" greeting. The girl rolled her eyes but laughed when he turned to her and said "You could do better."

"Hey!" Lando's smile faded instantly.

"Back to the topic, I need help. The situation is…complicated, I can't give many details, but I don't know what to say or what to do"

She began to play with the napkins unconsciously to which Carlos smiled slightly, he thought it was cute that she was nervous.

Ah, first love.

"Do you think he likes you?".

She frowned. “Who doesn't like me?”.

Lando snorted earning a glare from the girl.

"Do you want me to remind you that you stuck your tongue down my throat".

"It was many years ago" He made a gesture dismissing her words.

She surreptitiously gave him the finger but he had to ignore it because the waitress arrived with a glass of milk. As soon as they thanked the woman and she was gone, they resumed the conversation.

"I guess he liked me because he kissed me".

Norris grabbed his teammate's arm and started making strange noises while he jumped in his chair.

"It's like a soap opera, how exciting" He approached her and resting her cheek on the palm of her hand, he looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

"Okay...?" She looked at him strangely and then turned her gaze to the man in front of her "We kissed several times".

"So, what's the problem?" Carlos looked at her with a frown.

She opened her hands in front of her in frustration “I don't know what to do! I don't have any experience with boys, except for this idiot" She pointed to the boy next to her.

"I think you should talk to him, discuss your feelings and if things are complicated as you say you both should talk if you want to move on or ignore your feelings".

She looked at him silently, weighing his advice. Carlos was right, she had to talk to Charles and clear this up or it could be detrimental to her career, after everything she had fought to get to where she was now.

"What good advice" Lando nodded, pointing to his teammate.

Arabella could only glare at him.

“I THINK I have never seen someone like her” Toto Wolff crossed his arms, observing the track where Arabella and some members of the Ferrari team were. The female driver was going to make a video for YouTube in which she had to drive a few meters and be timed to test the team's latest car model.

Hamilton approached him and tilted his head "What do you mean?".

“I don't know, it's different. She has a lot of passion inside her” The car began to roar and above it the girl's excited scream was heard. He took his phone out of his pants pocket and motioned to his driver to come closer “I've investigated her, she almost died at age thirteen."

Lewis took the phone in his hands and watched the video. It was a Formula 3 race, he soon found the red car with the number nine and smiled: she was leading the race, although he soon frowned when he saw that the car began to lose its balance. He let out a groan as he saw little Arabella's car flying through the air and soon hitting the ground.

“She almost had to learn to walk again and you know what? As soon as she was discharged from the hospital, she got back into a car” He took back his phone and put it away again, looking towards the girl who was pressing the accelerator impatiently for the starting signal to be given.

“She's not afraid” The seven-time champion followed the direction in which his boss was looking.

A smile was planted on the tall man's lips. "Exactly and that's why we need her. I want her in Mercedes”.

That caught the younger man's attention, who quickly turned his head towards the older one. He frowned.

“Even if you offered her twenty million euros more, she wouldn't accept, she just signed with Ferrari. She can’t.”

“But the contracts can be ended, my dear Lewis” He patted him on the back”I need someone so when you retire they can continue your legacy, don't you want that? Someone to pass on your greatness to.”

The Briton remained silent, turning his gaze towards the Ferrari girl who was now doing donuts. Her laughter could be heard from where both men were.

Then Lewis felt jealous. He was jealous because she was young and she had a whole career ahead of her, she enjoyed cars like no one else, surely her skin crawled when she sat in a car and heard it roar. He didn't feel that anymore or at least not like he used to when he started. His heart clenched and he felt like throwing up. What if what she said in Drive to Survive came true? What if she really beat him? Then Toto would put her in Mercedes and he would become an old legend, overthrown by a little girl.

His jaw clenched. “She's only run one race, you still don't know if she is any good.”

"She had won all her life, Lewis." The tall man shrugged, making his white shirt wrinkle. He let out a small laugh. “I'm sure you'll have a tough time this season.”

The braids on his head danced as she turned his head toward him. He scanned him with his gaze before huffing, turning around and heading to his room. Toto followed him with his gaze, pursing his lips, knowing that the champion hadn’t liked that. He let out a sigh.

“Arabella, para!” A man, blond and tall, approached the car that was spinning in a perfect circle. Smoke surrounded the car and the screeching of the tires wearing out against the ground sounded throughout the track. He approached the car making the girl stop, she did it abruptly but still the car was perfectly aligned with the man's body, the front was a few meters from him so both could see each other's eyes through of the front window. The car began to roar louder and louder as the man pointed to the ground. “Get out of the car, miss.” Stop.

A few seconds later the car turned off and the girl's long, wavy brown hair emerged from the left side, and she was grumbling in a low voice.

From the way the blonde was scolding her, the CEO assumed that he was someone who had authority over her, the iPad and the phone in his hand told him that probably he was her manager, maybe her father or her uncle.

He grimaced, stretching his lips before beginning to walk towards them.

"What have we said about reckless things?" He heard the blonde scold her and wanted to laugh at her when he saw her head down.

“I race for Formula One, what's more reckless than that?” She murmured to which the man opened his mouth but was interrupted by the arrival of the Mercedes head. Arabella frowned when she saw that the scolding did not come, she raised her head to see that her manager wasn’t even looking at her, she turned her head and even she was surprised “Toto Wolff.”

The former driver smiled charmingly, extending his hand toward her “Arabella Torres, the new sensation of Formula One. It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm a fan.”

“Oh, I- thank you very much, I'm a fan of yours too” She accepted her hand firmly. Toto noticed how her face changed to a more serious, more professional one.

“I wanted to say congratulations to you for your position in the classification, eighth place is pretty good for being your first race in Formula One” The charming smile once again made its way between his lips and she wanted to frown. Call her distrustful but she didn't believe he was there, talking to her, just to congratulate her.

Instead she smiled politely and nodded, "Thank you, it means a lot. It would have been better to get the first position, but that will be tomorrow”.

He laughed while she felt her manager poking his index finger into her back. “I like your enthusiasm, it's what we need at Mercedes.”

And there it fucking was.

The girl raised an eyebrow. "What are you implying?".

“I would like to offer you a seat in Mercedes for when your contract with Ferrari ends” The proposal hit her like a bucket of cold water. She didn't believe it, it had to be a joke.

“Uh, yeah, Hello? Nicholas Jansen, her manager” With a slight push the blonde pushed her out of the way, he looked at the Mercedes team principal with a somewhat sarcastic smile “My client still can't talk about other proposals until her contract ends, I'm sorry.”

"Nicholas..." She tugged at his shirt, murmuring his name as a reprimand, the blonde ignored her.

Wolff nodded “I understand” He looked down from her to the girl “But she should think about it, two years go by very quick and Mercedes is not the only one who is interested in her.”

And with that he walked away from both of them, leaving them both speechless.

“What...?” The green-eyed girl watched as the former pilot's figure diminished as she walked away from her. She looked at her manager, furrowing her eyebrows. “Did he just say that there are more teams interested?”

“Yes, but what does it matter? Ferrari is what you've wanted since you were a kid” The suit wearing man looked at her curiously. He took two steps back when she didn't answer. "You're not thinking about changing colors, are you?".

She swallowed, looking away from Wolff and denied, "No, but it's good to know there are more options."

WHEN Charles met Arabella he believed that, although it sounded like a stupid and typical cliché, he had died and gone to heaven and that she was the angel who took his hand and guided him to his new home. He felt strange because he had never stopped to look at many girls, yes he had had some silly relationships but his main interest had always been cars, but her? Arabella Torres was like the finest work of art you could ever see in your life and it was hard not to focus on her.

He had seen her race and could confirm that he was impressed: she was fast, very fast and her driving style was risky and dangerous but still light and elegant. He had always been curious about the driver girl but had never managed to see her face or at least close to her to be able to appreciate her well.

And he regretted it.

It was in Maranello, 2016 when he met her, she was going to sign for the Ferrari academy and, by chance or destiny, he was there to train. He remembers that she got inside the place with her father and her manager to her side, a sly smile hung on her lips making her look like the she owned the place unlike the other rookies who looked nervous and intimidated by being there. She, on the other hand, oozed confidence from her pores.

He liked that, although what he liked most was that when they were introduced she smiled at him and whispered about how she was actually very nervous. He liked that she trusted him.

And now, three years later, Charles had not slept for five days because every time he closed his eyes and the silence and darkness of the night enveloped him, he saw her. He saw her deep gaze that hypnotized him, her full lips that screamed for him to bite them, her skin that needed his touch. Every time he closed his eyes he remembered the kiss –the kisses– that they shared that night in Australia, he remembered that things had become tense and since then she hadn’t spoken to him and if she did it was for what was necessary.

He let out a sigh opening his eyes, a few seconds later he put both fists on the mattress to get up and sit on the edge of the bed. Resting his elbows on his knees, he hid his face in his hands and let out a big sigh again. He separated his right index finger from his ring finger, leaving a gap large enough to see his phone resting on the nightstand next to the bed.

Pursing his lips and after thinking for a couple of seconds, he rushed for the device. His long, thin fingers typing rapidly on the screen that illuminated his face in the dark.

He waited a couple of minutes for her to answer but there was no response so he got up and went to the large window that was located next to the bed, he rested his left arm on the window frame and watched the streets of Manama until a couple of knocks against the wood of the door sounded, waking him up from his thoughts. He turned away from the window and looked in the direction of the door, fiddling with his bracelets before starting to walk.

When he opened the door his breath caught in his throat, he was nervous. He had seen her in the morning because they had flown together on the team's jet but they hadn't talked much and, now, whatever he had planned to say to her she had packed her bags and run.

The girl in front of him looked him up and down, raising an eyebrow when her gaze landed on his torso. And his shirt? Where was his shirt?.

She swallowed and finally looked up at his face. Rolling her eyes as soon as she saw the mischievous smile on the Monegasque's lips, she stretched out her hand and planted it on his chest right above where his heart was and pushed him and then entered the room. She laughed silently when she saw that his smile had faded.

“Well, what did you want to talk about?” She sat on the discarded bed when he pointed at it. She bent her legs and sat on top of them, making herself comfortable while watching Charles move to a safe distance from her. The question was stupid because she knew very well what he wanted to talk about, it was very clear that they would talk about the kiss –the kisses–.

“I want to talk about what happened in Melbourne” What a surprise, Arabella thought, directing her gaze to the other side of the room. Charles looked at her, trying to read her because making her uncomfortable was what he least wanted. He pressed his lips together, making them disappear in a thin line. "Look, if you feel uncomfortable, we can...”

"No, no, no," She interrupted him, waving both hands. She nodded repeatedly. “Okay, I think we should talk too. I wanted to have told you something before but I didn't know what to say.”

She felt heat rising up her neck and quickly realized that her face had turned red. She was grateful that he hadn't turned on the lights, and it was no wonder since she was sitting next to the boy she had kissed. four in the morning in his bed while he was half naked.

If her father saw her, he would kill her.

Or worse, her grandfather.

“Do you want... to start?”

“How....?”

They both began to laugh as they spoke at the same time, a few seconds later the laughter faded with the silence and turned into smiles as they looked into each other's eyes. Leclerc let out a sigh and rubbed his forehead, still with a smile on his face and without breaking eye contact.

“I liked the kiss—the kisses” At the mention of the word kisses she hid her face in her hands in a shy manner. Charles's smile widened. "Hey, don't hide." He brought her hand to his to uncover her face. Without realizing it, he brought his body closer to hers.

She uncovered the upper half of her face, hiding her mouth on which a smile was painted, and looked at him, asking herself if what she was experiencing was real. She looked at him shyly. "I don't know what to say." She let out a nervous laugh and Charles thought she looked adorable. "This is the first time this has happened to me."

“Happened what: someone kissed you or that they tell you that they liked your kisses?” The eldest was surprised to see her shy and so nervous, it was not something typical for her. His chest swelled with pride knowing that he was the cause of it. He looked at her, raising both eyebrows. “Was I your first kiss?”

She gave a small laugh, shaking her head. “No, I don't mean that.” Oh, his chest deflated quickly. She bit her lower lip, feeling small in front of him "It's just... I haven't had much time for relationships. Boys didn't get close to me and I was too focused on the cars”

“Well, they were idiots” He took her hand and planted a light kiss on her knuckles “And don't worry, we can go slowly. No hurry.”

How ironic.

She smiled, somewhat uncomfortable because she really didn't know what to say "Eh, so what now?"

"Now I guess I tell you that I like you, that I like you since I saw you almost three years ago, but it's only been two months since I realized it and it's something I really regret." He gave her a sad smile and kissed her knuckles again.

“I like you too, Charles. I don’t know for how long, but I know I like you a lot," she responded to the smile.

Before either of them could say anything else Charles closed the distance between them and kissed her.

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cutielando · 3 months

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rookie of the year ~ oscar piastri

Summary: On a mission to prove everyone wrong, Oscar end up having one of the most impressive rookie seasons ever in Formula 1 and receiving Rookie of the Year award, but he knows he couldn't have done it without your support.

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Being named Rookie of the Year had been the absolute highlight of the season for Oscar. He had been very nervous coming into Formula 1, knowing it would be a major change from Formula 2.

And yet here he was, with you on his way to Baku to receive the Rookie of the Year award.

You couldn't have been more proud of him, knowing how much work he had put in to get here and how grateful he was for the opportunity he had been given.

"How do I look?" you asked Oscar as you smoothed down your flowery dark blue dress, checking your reflection out in the full-length mirror.

"Absolutely gorgeous as always" he cooed as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your torso, resting his head on your shoulder.

You fell silent for a moment and just admired the two of you in the mirror, wrapped up in each other's arms. How the man still managed to give you butterflies after 4 years together, you didn't know.

But you were oh so grateful.

"Ready to receive your award?" you finally broke the silence and turned around in his arms, now looping the loosely around his neck.

"Yeah, but I'm looking forward to showing you off more than the award" he mumbled huskily, leaning his head down to your neck and planting kisses all along your throat, making a moan escape your lips.

"If you keep that up, we're going to miss the ceremony" you managed to get out before a small moan escaped again.

"Let's just stay here and not go" he mumbled, now sucking on the spot behind your ear that he knew made you absolutely crazy.

"Nuh-uh. I want to see my boy up on that stage getting his award. Come on, let's go" it took all the strength you had in your body to pull away from him in that moment, but you knew it was for the best.

Oscar just groaned, but stomped after you to the car that was waiting for you.

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"Is it just me or is my shirt a little too tight?" Oscar aske as you were seated at the table, waiting for the ceremony to start.

He was tugging at the collar of his shirt, feeling the shirt too tight around his neck.

"You got buffed since you bought this shirt" you joked, helping him undo a button.

"I got what?" you loved how confused Oscar was because he wasn't familiar with the modern slang concerning his beefy neck.

"Means your neck muscles got bigger so you look more beefier" you explained, brushing a strand of his hair out of his eyes.

"Oh" he said, slowly nodding his head.

You chuckled at how cute he was and quickly pecked his lips, just as the lights started to dim and everyone started applauding.

"Good evening everyone and welcome..."

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"I'm nervous" Oscar leaned and whispered to you as the time for him to accept his award was coming up any minute.

"You deserve this, love. You just go up there and take the award that you deserve, you don't have to be nervous about anything" you took his hand and squeezed it, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek.

He sighed but nodded, leaning back and keeping your hand in his.

Oscar was new to all of this, which is why he was nervous and cautious about every step he took in his career. He was bound to be judged more harshly and he had been under the microscope ever since the season started because he was a rookie and he needed to impress the fans and the people who put trust in him.

He deserved this award more than anyone, you had never seen someone have such an amazing rookie season in years.

"And now, the category you all have been waiting for. Rookie of the Year" one of the presenters announced, making Oscar even more tense and nervous in his seat.

You squeezed his hand once again, giving him an encouraging smile.

"And now, the moment everyone this evening has been waiting for. The Worldwide Motorsport Rookie of the Year award goes to none other than McLaren's Oscar Piastri!"

The whole venue started clapping loudly, some of them even whistling in your boyfriend's name. Oscar stood up and brought you into a hug, pecking your lips quickly. He shook hands with everyone at the table before he got up on the stage to accept the award.

Once the photo had been taken, the presenters urged Oscar to say a few words in light of receiving the prestigious award.

"Good evening everyone, I hope you are all having a great time tonight. Um, wow, this is a very big deal for me, if you couldn't already tell. I'm extremely grateful to everyone from the McLaren team, the engineers, Mark, Zak, everyone who believed in me enough to give me a chance here in Formula 1. I'm grateful for my family because they've supported me in this journey from the very start, they believed in me and never let me quit on myself. Thank you to all the fans for supporting me and the team this whole season, your support means more to us than you could ever imagine. And lastly, I want to thank my girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, who's here with me tonight" he pointed towards you in the crowd, making you blush. "I couldn't have done this without her by my side. She has been with me at every race this season, she has been my absolute rock, supporting me even when I might not have deserved it. I'm grateful for everything you do for me and I don't think I could ever spend a day without you or I'd go crazy. Call me a simp, but I can't live without you. I love you, so much. Thank you everyone!" he raised his award over his head before turning around and walking off the stage.

When he came back at the table, you couldn't help but attack him with a hug, pressing kisses all over his face until you got to his lips, lingering for a moment longer.

"I love you so much, Oscar" you whispered, stroking his cheek with your thumb. "I'm so proud of everything you've achieved with the team this season and I can't wait to see what next year has in story for you"

"I meant it when I said I couldn't live without you. Your support is what got me through the first half of the season. God knows I wouldn't have been able to get through it on my own"

You smiled teasingly, pecking his lips again before settling back in your seat, your hands tightly intertwined.

As you sneaked glances at him, your heart swelled with pride every time.

Your Rookie of the Year.

Your boy.

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twinkleteaparty · 30 days

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Speeding Bonds: A Sainz Siblings Story

This is my first F1 fanfiction, and I'm excited to share it with you all! It's a bit short, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Your feedback means a lot to me, so if you like what you read, let me know! If there's interest, I'll definitely add more to the story. Thanks for taking the time to check it out!

Character: Name: Ji-min Sainz Age: 23

Background: Ji-min was adopted from South Korea into the Sainz family when she was just a baby. Growing up in Spain, she was immersed in Spanish culture but always felt a connection to her Korean roots. She has a warm relationship with her adoptive family.

Ji-min discovered her passion for music at a young age and pursued it fervently. She auditioned for a talent agency in Barcelona and was selected to be a part of a five-member girl group called "Eclipse." Despite her busy schedule as a K-pop idol.

Meanwhile, her older Carlos Sainz Jr. was making a name for himself in the world of Formula 1 racing. Their paths rarely crossed due to their different careers and lifestyles, but Ji-min secretly followed Carlos's races, feeling proud of his achievements yet also envious of the attention and recognition he received.

As Ji-min's popularity as a K-pop idol soared, she kept her family background a secret, fearing that it might overshadow her own accomplishments and potentially cause unwanted attention. However, deep down, she yearned to connect with her brother.

The story:

SMS

Ji-min: Hey Carlos, it's Ji-min. Hope you're doing awesome today! 🌟

Carlos: Ji-min! What's up, little sis? 😄 Everything good on your end?

Ji-min: Yeah, all good here! Hey, I was actually wondering... would it be cool if I came to one of your races? I've been dying to see you in action, big bro! 🏎️💨

Carlos: Of course it's cool, Ji-min! I'd love to have you there cheering me on. But... are you okay with everyone knowing we're family? I mean, it's kind of a big deal to go public with this stuff.

Ji-min: Totally cool with it, Carli! I've been wanting to shout it from the rooftops for ages. 😄 Plus, I'm super proud of you, big bro! Let's show the world what the Sains siblings are made of!

Carlos: Haha, you're the best, Ji-min! Thanks for always having my back. 😊 Alright then, I'll hook you up with a pass for the race. Get ready for the full VIP treatment!

Ji-min: Woo-hoo! VIP treatment, here I come! 🌟 Thanks a million, Carli. You're the best big bro a girl could ask for!

Carlos: Anytime, Ji-min! Can't wait to see you at the race, little sis. Get ready for some serious fun!

Ji-min: Counting down the days big bro! Vamos!

The day of the race:

At the Australian Grand Prix 2024

Ji-min made her way through the bustling crowds, the sun beating down on her as she walked. She was dressed in a simple sundress, a soft pastel blue that fluttered gently in the warm breeze. The fabric flowed loosely around her figure, offering comfort and ease as she navigated through the throngs of people.

A pair of oversized sunglasses shielded her eyes from the bright sunlight, partially concealing her face and adding a touch of mystery to her appearance. She pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail, strands of dark hair framing her delicate features.

Despite the casual attire, Ji-min moved with a graceful confidence, her steps light and purposeful as she weaved her way through the crowd. She kept her head down slightly, avoiding direct eye contact to minimize attention as she made her way towards the VIP area.

Occasionally, she caught snippets of excited chatter from nearby fans discussing the upcoming race and the drivers competing in it. Ji-min couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through her veins as she neared the entrance, her heart pounding with anticipation.

As she reached the designated entrance for VIP guests, Ji-min took a deep breath, her excitement bubbling beneath the surface. With a confident smile, she presented her pass to the security personnel and stepped inside, ready to witness her big brother's momentous victory firsthand.

Her eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of her brother. She was so absorbed in her search that she didn't notice the people around her, her gaze moving to her phone screen as she typed out a message to Carlos.

"Hey Carli, just arrived. Where are you? "

Lost in her phone, Ji-min didn't notice the figure approaching until it was too late. With a sudden jolt, she collided with someone, nearly dropping her phone in the process.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, looking up to see who she had bumped into.

Standing before her was none other than Lando Norris, one of the drivers competing in the race. Ji-min's eyes widened in surprise, recognizing him instantly from his racing gear and signature smile.

Lando grinned apologetically, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "No worries! "

Ji-min nodded, feeling a blush creeping up her cheeks. Sorry for not paying attention."

Lando chuckled, waving off her apology. "Not a problem at all." giving her a friendly nod before continuing on his way.

As Ji-min watched him disappear into the crowd, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement coursing through her veins. Little did she know, her encounter with Lando was just the beginning of an unforgettable day at the races.

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Ji-min's heart raced as she finally spotted her brother amidst the hustle and bustle of the Ferrari garage. Carlos stood surrounded by his team, his familiar smile lighting up his face as he greeted them with enthusiasm.

"Carli!" Ji-min exclaimed, weaving her way through the crowd until she reached him. "There you are! I've been looking all over for you."

Carlos turned towards her, his eyes lighting up with delight as he caught sight of his little sister. "Ji-min! I'm so glad you made it!" he exclaimed, pulling her into a tight embrace.

Wrapped in her brother's arms, Ji-min felt a rush of warmth and contentment wash over her. It had been too long since they last saw each other, and she cherished every moment they spent together.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Ji-min replied, pulling back to look at Carlos with a beaming smile.

They spent the next few minutes catching up, exchanging stories and sharing laughs as they soaked in the atmosphere of the race day. Ji-min couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as she watched her brother interact with his team, his passion for racing shining through in every word and gesture.

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soft serve ice cream

this is a story that might appear innocent. but it's not. reader discretion is advised for the filth that follows.

trigger warning: none that i can think about?

word count: 11,345 (this has not been proofread as much as it should, beta'd or anything of the sort. so, small disclaimer: it might have been better and it's also my first attempt to smut, constructive criticism is welcome)

soft serve ice cream

fucking imperial system. his gps for some godforsaken reason had changed upon landing to england and now his drive was approximately 68 miles. how hard would it be to have one system and fucking stick to it so that people can have at least one thing in common worldwide?

an image of the babel tower as he used to imagine it as a child collapsing flashed through his mind as he connected his phone to the car’s speakers and put his spotify playlist on shuffle. he shook his head, and a few blond strands of hair fell in front of his face, pushing them back harshly; this had not been an easy day and the slightest inconvenience, that otherwise he might have brushed off, now fuelled his anger more.

trying to leave all thoughts of what happened in the testing session behind him; he’d heard once that a good way to do that is to imagine all negative thoughts and emotions becoming smaller and smaller when picturing them in the rear-view mirror, quite literally, leaving them behind. but max could now attest that this was a bunch of horse shit. all this ‘mindfulness exercise’ did was to bring images that he wanted to forget right in front of him. quite frankly, now he didn’t want to leave them behind but have them right in front of him, ready as ever to run them over. or run that cocky bastard over, whatever came first.

surprisingly, the turn that his train of thought took, along with the visual of a certain driver’s face flattened by his wheels, brought him some clarity and peace. his pride allowed him to acknowledge this much, so perhaps that exercise wasn’t as useless as he initially thought, even though he knew fully well that it was his ideas that had worked in the end. then again, he did always require to personalise everything, make it somehow his own, one way or another, why would something like that be any different?

he even took a deep breath, concentrating on that for a few minutes, while his eyes wandered aimlessly in the somewhat scenic route around him. who would have thought that his might actually work? not him, that’s for sure. but it did help. the deep bass blasting from the car’s speakers had a part to play as well; it was part of his ritual now, and rituals equal routines and routines equal stability. quite a simple equation, even though it took more than he would have liked to fully understand it.

soon enough though, his mind started going back, desperately trying to make him face what happened, who said what and why. needless to say that max wasn’t having any of it, so he trying converting miles to kilometres in his head, trying to also somehow measure the distance he’d already made, and subtract it from the total, which was a logistical nightmare on its own accord. his speedometer showed 130 kilometres, you know, like a normal person. and then he realised that that wasn’t exactly a normal person’s speed margin on a freeway, but there was no way he’d budge on the metric system. or slow down.

he was driving as if he were in some kind of trance, not fully aware and definitely not realising when he reached london’s civilisation. but he was there, and the sun was still up, so he probably had made good time.

he figured that parking in the centre of the city would be much harder than it turned out to be, so he was quickly out of the car, absentmindedly banging the door on his way out into the street. apparently just driving didn’t cut it, his nerves were still on the verge of snapping. but he was prepared for that, he knew that much, so his plan wasn’t obviously to just drive; that would be irrational, who works to let off steam caused by their job?

“shit” he cursed under his breath, retracing the few steps he had taken away from the car; his phone was still in there, and while he couldn’t care less about being reached from anyone in the team, or his family for that matter -god forbid, his father- he’d rather shoot himself in the face than not having music taking his mind off things. sometimes, it was the best company he could ask for and the only thing he needed. other than bashing a coworker’s face in, of course. but that wasn’t socially, or legally acceptable for that matter, so music was the next best thing. he wasn’t one to settle, but exceptions had to be made from time to time.

with quick and sudden movements, he opened the door, grabbed his phone and, oops, banged the door again.

his step was heavy and determined, even though he had no clue where he was going. a park would be nice, probably get a jog in there as well, and just his luck, regent’s park was only a song’s walk from where he found a parking spot. to be fair, he had no idea if the place was actually called regent’s park but there was a park and a train station with that exact same name, so how far off could he be?

he entered the park, making a conscious effort to slow his pace, breathe in through his nose, exhale through his mouth, take in his surroundings and all that yogi bullshit that he could think of, in what, in retrospect, could only be characterised as pathetic attempts to act like a person and not a kettle about to explode.

he made a challenge with himself, to take a note and comment on everything his eye caught, in some adult version of ‘i spy’, in order to enhance his mindfulness. sometimes he wondered how he was even related to his sister, when such words came out of her mouth in all seriousness. for a few minutes, his challenge was something along the lines of ‘tree - very green, tree - almost dead, squirrel - kind of cute, trash - much like the human that left it there, tree - barely clinging to life, middle-aged jogger - enough to discourage me from jogging at the end of the day, group of loud girls - ugh, group of teenage boys pining over the girls - double ugh, dog shit - ew, much like the human that left it there’ and so on, until he saw it: a vendor.

the humidity and heat of an english summer was enough to drive him mad. he was sweaty but not exactly sweating, and everything felt sticky. peeling off his skin seemed like a very nice workaround to survive this. or an iced tea and some shade. and that’s how the vendor from a simple man in his forties, became the closest thing to a god max could see that day. picking up his pace in spite of himself, he found himself releasing some more of the tension that he kept on holding -and that useless challenge did fuck all at getting rid of it. perhaps a nice exercise was in the cards for him, but the mental image of the shirtless skinny middle-aged man was now etched in his mind. so an iced tea and just trying to fucking relax for once was the plan he chose to stick to.

approaching his own little oasis, he saw a girl getting in front of him, in the same direction. trying to suppress a groan -because of course nothing would go his way the first time around-, he fixed his sunglasses and silently accepted his fate, waiting as patiently as he could behind her, not even realising that he was tapping his foot on the gravel. his eyes searched for a quiet bench and he marked one just before it was his turn to order at that over-packed stand. he could only hope that it was still be unoccupied when he reached it.

max’s interaction with the vendor was brief, his eyes focused on the bench, as if mentally claiming it, only darting at the man who was supposed to be the main focus of his attention, just enough to make sure that the transaction would be completed and successful. not wasting a fraction of a second, knowing full well the difference it can make, he walked towards his bench with long, assured strides.

but it was all in vain. like appearing out of thin air, the same girl who took his place at the vendor, was now taking a seat on his bench.

“fucking unbelievable” was all he could think and the words turned into a sound before he realised it.

a quick scan of the area provided him with an alternative, not too far away. certainly close enough to keep an eye on his original bench and reclaim it as soon as she got up. trying not to fuss over it too much, he sat down and took a few large gulps of his drink, enjoying the cool feeling in his hand and almost feeling his throat opening up again as soon as the liquid touched it. a headache he didn’t know he had subsided substantially and everything seemed a bit brighter, in spite of his dark shades.

however, his mind was still fixated on its previous activity: observe and note, so in lack of anything more stimulating to occupy his brain with, he drifted back to finding patterns and correlations. this time around though, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the girl on the bench. unwillingly on both ends, she was the object of his observation now, and there wasn’t anything either of them could do about it.

her hair was a sweet shade of brown, with something that resembled gold highlighting the strands framing her face when the sun hit just right. he wasn’t close enough to notice her eye colour, but he imagined a plain but warm brown. fitting of the bitch that took his spot, derailing his plan to actually catch a god damn break. she was no one, and yet, she already held that much power over his mood. not only was she no one, max didn’t even know her. it wasn’t a matter of socioeconomic standing at that point. unbeknownst to her, it became personal.

one hand was holding a cup and the other a spoon, presumably soft serve vanilla ice cream. she looked like a vanilla kind of girl, which pissed max off even more. not to brag, but he always felt some considerable steps ahead of anything vanilla. and now that exact same thing had the audacity to get in the way of his one big attempt at finding some god damn peace and quiet.

still, he couldn’t find the power in him to look away. only if he took in every single detail about her would he be in peace, his brain dictated and max could only accept and follow that; so what else besides a fairly common hair colour, a definitely dull eye colour and the fact that she was eating ice cream on his bench could he gather about her?

on her right, on the far end of the bench, she’d placed a white (or beige?) tote bag with a minimalist design he couldn’t quite make out, as it was scrunched and crumbled away into a shapeless mass. all he could see were black lines, ‘artistically’ squiggled on a what could’ve been white canvas. max had never met a girl who carried a tote bag and wasn’t pretentious. she’d definitely go on endlessly about feminism -which he was all for, don’t get him wrong- but then complain that chivalry is dead the instant he doesn’t open a door for her, as if it made a fucking difference.

and then her rest of her clothes went through the scan; her plain white t-shirt, elaborately white as to not have the sun constantly overheating her -a smart move, no doubt, considering he didn’t bother to change out of his dark blue, borderline black redbull attire- didn’t give anything away about her figure, short of her arms that were exposed. they were not the skin-stuck-to-bone arms he was so used to seeing, there was a bit more to it, and he had to admit, it was a bit refreshing. nothing strong enough for this heat though. certainly not as effective as his lemon iced tea, from which he sipped on carefully, making sure he had enough to last him for however long he’d stay there; he could splurge on his way home. or to the hotel room he’d call home for the next few days.

her legs were covered by an equally white, long skirt, reaching all the way down to her ankles, which were laced with the thin straps of her leather sandals. another smart move on her end, he hated to admit as his jeans felt like they were embedded on his thighs and calves more and more as the minutes in the heat went by. she’d be able to feel the slightest breeze, while all he could savour was the sweat beads that were slowly forming on his brow being slightly cooled, if some wind blew his way.

a few moments passed and max was having a very hard time accepting his defeat. it was always a hard pill to swallow, made even worse by his a small voice in his head dared to whisper that the girl did absolutely nothing wrong, certainly nothing to be in the receiving end of his temper. but that voice was quickly silenced, no questions asked. she was his nemesis, for the day at least.

his gaze was fixed on her movements, time passing by so, oh so slowly. he felt the heat having a consistent toll on him, despite of the fact that the sun was about to set, not really relating the cues of his body to his mental state. he took his eyes off her to enjoy the split seconds of another big sip of his iced tea, but when he opened them again, there she was again. it was ridiculous to expect that she would be gone in an instant, but a man could hope.

he was now watching her hand guiding the plastic spoon to take a scoop of the ice cream and bringing it to her mouth. it was a very simple thing for a person to do, but max couldn’t help but notice how her wrist flicked almost delicately, and how her lips wrapped softly around the spoon. he kept watching her, repeating the same monotonous moves, spicing things up a bit by playing around with the spoon from time to time, making sure that no ice cream was left when she dipped it in the cup again.

she seemed so lost in her thoughts that he couldn’t help but feel a sting of jealousy overcome him. how would max have liked to just be lost in thought, mindlessly repeating the same motions over and over again, just a nudge away from his mind going completely blank. but he couldn’t remember the last time he ever felt that calm, a thought which caused a scoff to escape his lips while a smirk formed. was he ever capable of something like that?

still, this served as some kind of trance, slowly bringing his blood down from its boiling point that it had been reaching, but just not quite, for hours on end now. but of course, this couldn’t go on forever, not that such a thought ever occurred to him. a sudden move from her was enough to bring everything crumbling down all over again: angrily she stabbed the ice cream with the spoon, and with a very sudden move she turned her head to face him. before he had a chance to collect himself, he heard her voice.

“can i help you?” her tone was sharp, and very much directed at him. turns out she had a bone to pick with him? well, wasn’t that just rich!

“you’re sitting on my bench.” he replied calmly, stating his fact, not letting his smirk being wiped away as he pushed his weight forward, arms resting on his knees. if she wanted to play, he was more than willing.

“oh i’m sorry, i didn’t realise it was reserved for assholes” her voice dripped with sarcasm, and normally that would be okay. max was no stranger to delivering verbal blows ever since he found out that they were more acceptable then physical ones. in his current state, he was practically itching for a fight, and a stranger calling him an asshole would be ideal.

in a weird twist of his brain though, it had the opposite effect. he wasn’t the asshole in the situation, but he momentarily remembered the voice that he was too quick to silence earlier. he wouldn’t dream of calling that voice reasonable, but maybe it had a point. the girl had done absolutely nothing wrong from an objective standpoint, and all she’d received was some guy eyeing her for no apparent reason. he’d come off as a creep at best.

max sighed as the realisation dawned on him and a hand reached to scratch the back of his neck. he looked down and forced his legs to help him stand up and take a few steps towards her, his drink still on hand. behind his sunglasses he could see a flicker of fear in her eyes, although the rest of her body was consistent in its aggressive stance towards him.

“i- i’m sorry. i had a really shitty day and i know it sounds crazy, but i was looking forward to that specific bench. and then you just came and took it-”

��how old are you?” she cut him off, venom still slowly dripping from her words.

“three and a half.” max replied, defeated, concealing exactly two decades. a small smile formed on her lips, fit for a victor.

“i appreciate your honesty. you can sit here, if you want.” she said simply, gesturing at the empty space next to her, her eyes averted from his, as if she didn’t care, knowing fully well she had indeed already won.

“thank you.” he replied almost coldly, taking the offered seat.

quite a few silent minutes followed, during which max realised that the location of the bench didn’t to the slightest difference for his mood. this was all in fucking vain. but he couldn’t let it go to his head, not again.

in a desperate attempt to keep whatever was left of his cool, he decided to take up his little challenge again and the first thing he noticed was her, the girl sitting next to him, so he decided to take a closer look.

her features weren’t exactly typical; cheekbones were high but not sharp, her nose was long and straight and her mouth was perhaps small, but her lips were full. he smiled when his eyes met hers; he was fucking right, plain brown. there was absolutely nothing special about them, but for some reason he couldn’t quite define, he couldn’t look away so he stayed there, staring looking. they were brown, sure, but there were some darker lines and a weird feeling in his chest. fuck him if he’d ever met another human being who could convey their emotions just by a single look so effortlessly. and she felt… defensive.

“what the fuck are you looking at?” her words indicated more than ferocity, there was definitely a hint of regret, if not that fear he detected in her eyes earlier.

“i tend to stare and zone out.” he stated, keeping his tone as neutral as he could. his breaking point wasn’t far off and he’d already established it would be a shame if he took it out on her.

“that doesn’t make it any less creepy. nor did i hear an apology anywhere there.” her last words came through gritted teeth that he was sure she wouldn’t hesitate to bare, figuratively or literally.

max took a deep breath, taking her words at face value, trying to ignore her tone or what she might have meant.

“you’re right. i am sorry. it’s very rude to stare, even where i’m from.” he forced a chuckle to lighten the mood and it seemed to put her at ease, even a little.

“and where might that be?”

“i’m dutch, actually. and my name is max.” he extended his hand.

“amelia”

“you have a very nice handshake there.”

“hm… this tends to intimidate men like you.” she let go of his hand and took a long look at her palm, as if she were trying to figure out if there was something wrong with it.

max raised an eyebrow in response.

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” his tone was borderline playful and if he were to be honest with himself, he didn’t exactly have the capacity to sugarcoat or hide anything. so it came as quite a surprise when her comment didn’t push any more of his buttons. but boy, was he right. he was in for a rant and there was no way out of it but through.

“oh you know, insecure creeps who think that a woman is inherently ready to eat from their hand.” she replied matter-of-factly, still examining her hand.

“that’s quite a leap to make, isn’t it?”

“i’ve made quite a few attempts to help you prove me wrong, but none of them have turned out in your favour, i’m afraid.”

“i’m just a boy, standing in front of a girl, asking her to believe him when he says that he’s not a misogynist.” he laughed at the turn this conversation took. once he managed to let out the last chuckle he continued; “worst thing you can charge me with is anger issues. but if you ask me, those are just rumours.”

“how’s that supposed to make things better? okay, so now you’re an unstable creep with an elevated social vocabulary who can quote notting hill.” she sounded almost exasperated and he felt something connect a bit different inside him, like he took a wire that almost fit, put it in the right spot and now it was surging with electricity. looks like her victory might have been short lived after all, and he needed a win.

“if you ask me, i’m managing my anger just fine. and the fact that we’re talking like civilised adults does prove my point. besides, i told you, that’s just a rumour.” a smirk laced his words and he saw her lips pout just slightly, mind racing to find the words to wipe it off.

“this is just pointless. guess i’m glad i didn’t get killed, or worse-”

“expelled?” he finished off her sentence, barely holding back another surge of laughter. “oh come on, it was right there!” he responded to her glare.

“god, you’re a privileged asshole!” her hand collided against the wood of the bench and instantly reached for her bag, which she put over her shoulder and picked up her ice cream, getting up to leave.

his reflexes worked faster than his brain, that was what he was supposed to do anyway. it was his job, so in a sense, it was a good thing. grabbing a strange girl’s arm as she’s trying to leave, on the other hand, might not be considered that good. for a second he froze, body locked in place, fingers against her arm, eyes for the first time, gentle, even if just a little.

“this was your bench. i should be the one to go. i have to get back anyway.” he let go as soon as he could; it was like touching ice: the mistake doesn’t quite register until it’s too late and your hand is on fire so you drop it. and that’s exactly how he let go, he dropped her arm as if it was burning cold. “i’m sorry.” he continued. “i- i don’t know why i did that. have a good one!” he flashed her a smile and a small wave, like he was trained to do by his pr specialist when he needed to end an encounter in a friendly way, a tip he hadn’t used as much as he should, but was apparently engraved in his brain.

and just like that, he turned around and left.

two days later, the weekend was looming and he felt very close to bursting, so much so that tuesday felt like a walk in the park (pun sort of intended). he realised that at this point, his biggest threat was himself. everything else had worked like clockwork, his team was a well oiled machine but that fucker was still finding the smallest and subtlest ways of getting to him; a passive aggressive comment muttered under his breath, a cocky wink when things didn’t turn out as his team expected to name a couple.

the press conference wasn’t much easier. max found himself gritting his teeth and digging his nails into his palms every time he opened his mouth. by the end of it, he couldn’t tell if he felt more angry or anxious that he wouldn’t be able to control it. however, eventually it did end and feigned a bullshit excuse to get out of the rest of his responsibilities for the evening. he needed to rest and get ready for the start of the weekend the day after, it was only rational to take an evening off to collect himself.

thankfully, the team refrained from asking too many questions. most of them probably knew exactly what was going on and knew better than to push him further or try to make him talk about it -ugh. and those who didn’t, those not yet familiar with max’s moods, received glares from everyone else, alerting them of the potential and imminent danger speaking about it would put them in.

if there was something in max that would balance out those moods of his, that would be his consistency and professionalism. he never read too much into it, but it looked like those two attributes helped him get away when he needed, because it had only happened a handful of times in the five years of his career and he’d always make sure that everything was set before demanding strongly asking to be excused.

after a cold shower his room seemed too small, as if it couldn’t fit him anymore, so he found himself in the leased honda once again, taking the exact same route he did two days earlier. getting to the park was much easier, considering that this time around he knew where he was going. he didn’t know why he chose to be there again, but rationalising at his current situation wasn’t a strong suit. all max knew was that repetition did him some good and that was enough. it was far and familiar enough to at least pretend that it could help.

he forced a smile at the same vendor he found, with the same iced tea in hand. max felt his lips relaxing into a more genuine smile as he managed to sit on the bench he had set his eyes on from the get go the first time around. for some reason this felt more fulfilling than knowing that everything was exactly as it should be to grant him another pole, if not another podium -wouldn’t want to get too cocky now.

the park seemed more peaceful than it did the other time he was there; less people, less noise, letting the nature really speak for itself. of what was left alive of it, anyway. it was a much nicer time to be there as well: the sun was almost setting when he sat down, giving a warm hue to everything, making the sky a true spectacle. maybe not everything about england sucked. max felt finally free to get out of his head, let go and just close his eyes, and enjoy life as it was at that moment; calm and serene. he allowed his elbows to rest on the back of the bench, almost levelling with his shoulders, and the cracks from his shoulder blades indicated that this was a smart move to make, allowing him to finally start relaxing.

“you have got to be fucking shitting me” his peace was short lived, as the familiar-but-can’t-quite-place-it voice stabbed it in the neck, letting it bleed out profusely, much like his patience.

blue eyes shot wide open, one eyebrow instantly and instinctively raised, head turning to his left, the exact location of the sound. his gaze landed on what’s-her-name from the other day. just his fucking luck.

“we have to stop meeting like that” he said with a snicker, trying to lighten the mood, more his than hers.

this earned him a very intense eye roll, but she remained silent, continuing her path. it didn’t take more than a couple of steps for max to notice that she was headed his way and before there was anything he could do about it, she took the empty spot on his right. he opened his mouth to speak, his next snarky remark just hanging on the edge of his tongue, but the glare she shot him shut him up pretty quick, albeit not for long.

“now who’s being entitled?” he just couldn’t keep it in any longer, there was no other option.

“you’ve got some nerve.” she replied, not even bothering to look at him.

“you called me privileged the other day.”

“mmhm…”

“what gave it away?”

“name one article of clothing on you that isn’t designer.” she stated simply, still not even facing in his direction.

“why did you sit next to me?”

“you said it was my bench, didn’t you?”

“i also said i was three!”

“you certainly keep acting like you are.”

“oh that’s rich coming from a girl who sat here out of pure pettiness.”

“don’t you ever shut up?”

“am i wrong?”

“i just go after what i want, and i wanted this bench.” she finally looked at him.

it took just this one simple phrase to make his eyes darken.

“you clearly have no idea who you’re talking to.” he smirked, knowing that he knows better, gaze locked into hers.

“max, right?” she faked a ditzy look and a wide smile, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, which made the lights in his head go on. god, she knew exactly which buttons to push.

“aw you remembered! such a good girl.” max made sure to stretch out his words, certain that it would sound condescending enough to get her as riled up as he was.

“i’m not leaving.” she stated calmly, thinking that she saw right through him. but he didn’t want to make her leave, not in the slightest. it hadn’t even crossed his mind. out of everything he’d tried in the past two days, this was the only thing coming actually close to help him let off some steam.

“i’m not trying to make you leave.” his reply was sincere, but still not enough to change the tune of the conversation.

“you sure as hell are doing your best.”

and just like that, for the first time, silence fell between them. but max was now noticing her every move.

she took her canvas bag off her shoulder and placed in the small space between her and the far right end of the bench. with swift movement she placed the cup she was holding between her knees, bringing to his attention that she was wearing a pair of jean shorts this time around, that surprisingly, didn’t cling to her skin. he caught only a glimpse of it, careful to not give himself away, but even though she was wearing the same plain white shirt, the shorts did baffle him; like her arms, even more so perhaps, her thighs were more than skin clinging on to bone, but the shorts weren’t suffocating her. an amazing fit, if he had anything to say about it.

the cup, he noticed next, contained both chocolate and vanilla soft serve ice cream, and somehow it felt good that he’d been wrong about her choice of ice cream flavour. even though he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it…

before he had a chance to lift his gaze from the ice cream cup, a book made a loud noise as it fell on her thighs, constricting his view. he could sense a hint of disappointment, but it wasn’t enough to pay attention to. max could have at least noticed the title, see what she was interested in, but that didn’t interest him enough. he decided to wait a few moments, let amelia (he finally remembered her name, fuck yes) get lost in her book, whatever it was, other than a heavy stack of pages stitched together, before annoying her again.

“so vanilla and chocolate, huh?”

“what of it?” her voice gave nothing away, as if she was keeping her cool, but the fact that she didn’t look at him once again and a quite violent flip of the page suggested otherwise.

“i just took you for a vanilla kind of girl, is all.” max replied, taking some weight off his statement by nonchalantly drinking some of his tea that he’d almost forgotten.

“you clearly have no idea who you’re talking to” she returned him his exact words, holding her ground, with her indifferent tone and her eyes glued on her book but the blush on her pale cheeks betrayed her.

“amelia, right?” he kept up his charade of pretending that this conversation was as casual as talking about the weather.

“does this conversation have a point? i’m kind of in the middle of something.” she shook the book that was carefully held open in place with her thumb.

“does everything have to have a point? i’m just trying to get to know you-”

“no need.” she cut him off and picked up her book with her left hand, emphasising that she was busy.

that was enough to shut him up, but only because his mind was now otherwise occupied. the innuendos certainly helped with that. her actions brought his attention back to her bare legs, as now there was no book to cover them up, not spending as much time on the cup, as on the fact that her thighs clung on to it. she wasn’t thin, which meant that she wasn’t his normal type. but that didn’t stop him from having images flooding his brain, namely of what her skin would feel like, especially perhaps around his head.

for those fleeting seconds that that mental image lasted, he lost touch with reality and that was an unfamiliar and unwelcome feeling, so he shook it off. he didn’t know her, he didn’t even know if he liked her, for that matter. averting his eyes, his gaze landed on her face, but he had a new thing coming; apparently, while he zoned out, she’d taken a spoonful of the ice cream, which she was now nursing, full lips softly wrapped around the relative small bite. once the spoon was empty, she darted out her tongue, collecting what could have remained. this time around, max didn’t even have to zone out, it was taking place right in front of him and he found himself unable to look away.

“you have got to be kidding me.” he muttered under his breath, not really caring if amelia heard him or not. there was no way this was as innocent as she’d certainly have him believe.

“hm?” she gave him half a glance and a raised eyebrow in response.

“was this on purpose?” max almost pleaded. almost. there was no way he’d give away that much.

“maybe.”

“so you’re not denying it.” not a question anymore. a part of him was relieved that he didn’t have to explain himself which would inevitably end in a very well deserved kick in the balls. another part of him was getting riled up all over again over the sheer audacity of that girl.

“that’s what you get for calling me vanilla.”

she was playing him like a fucking fiddle. he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise, his brow furrowing. there was absolutely no emotion in her voice, talking as if to say that the sky was blue, not even a hint for him to cling to. she knew what she was doing better than he cared to ever admit out loud.

without really realising why, max stood up and started noticing their surroundings. the park was notably less crowded as the orange and pink colours of the sky faded to be replaced by purple and dark blue. it was around the time that normal people went home. he knew he wasn’t normal and he was certain she wasn’t either. and then it dawned on him: he was actively looking for some place with a bit more… privacy than their current location. was this really where the evening was going?

"that's all it took to get you to leave?" there was a tone of superiority in her voice, proud that she was able to push his buttons so easily. perhaps a little disappointed that it was that easy.

she spoke as if she didn't care if he were truly about to leave, which realistically, would make sense. but he wasn't done yet and he chose to interpret the disappointment in her tone as an opportunity to take this just a little bit further. his next words weren't carefully chosen per se, but he knew it would make or break whatever that was.

"what will it take for you to shut up?" he glared at her, unable to hide his frustration. max felt his eyes darken as they were locked with amelia's, that were laced with a gleam that made his blood boil all over again. nothing was final until she spoke again.

"why don't you find out?" a smirk formed on her lips as she slowly closed her book and putting her ice cream cup on the side, almost… preparing for what would follow? was he really that transparent?

he didn't take time to dwell on that, it was the last thing on his mind, not that the list was very long. with his body on autopilot, he found himself just dropping his body on top of her, his hands wrapped tightly around her wrists, pinning them to the hard wood beneath her, his face a few centimetres away from hers, blue eyes still locked into brown ones.

her gasp was sharp and short lived, immediately turning back into the smirk she had on moments earlier. she raised an eyebrow as she spoke, her sweetened breath hitting his face.

"is that all?"

"oh for the love of fuck" he muttered while closing the distance between them, lips clashing.

it wasn't sweet or soft, far from it; it was violent and deafening. nothing else existed for those moments, just skin against skin with his hands still holding her down, lips against lips. she opened her mouth, maybe trying to pull away, add another snarky remark but he didn't let her. he grasped the opportunity to deepen their kiss, if he could even call it that, slithering his tongue in her mouth, grazing it with her teeth before finding her own. this was their first gentle contact, and he dared think the last of the sort. she let it be gentle, knowing fully well that it wouldn't last; that much was evident from her attempt at pushing her body closer to his. once again, he didn't let her. he pulled away, breaking some of their contact. like hell would he let her have it her way.

reality shot him though as he opened his eyes and he saw the sight in front of him: the girl, eyes wide open and dark. he couldn’t be sure if this was because she felt what he was feeling, wanting this as he wanted it, or because she was about to engage in either fight or flight.

“you sure?” he whispered, voice barely reaching his throat, breath uneven but just not quite.

she slowly blinked and her head nodded a slight ‘yes’. her teeth found bite marks on her lips that he left and his eyes followed them. maybe reality was a tad better than he thought it would be.

he let go of her right hand, grip never wavering on her left. her eyes found his and he found them anxious. did she think he would just up and leave? perhaps he was that kind of sadist, but certainly not that kind of masochist. however, he couldn’t help but grin at the thought of walking away, imagining the look on her face; simply priceless.

smirking still, he took his sweet time to make a move. any move other than breathing. a few seconds later, he yanked her hard enough to let her know it was time to get up.

“i’m not a dog!” she hissed, but her body followed him with no resistance, bag hanging from her free wrist, clicking on her legs as she half-jogged behind him in order to keep up.

“give me 10 minutes.” he turned his head as he replied to her, making sure that she saw the smirk still etched on his face.

he heard her huff in response, still following his lead. a few meters later, just a bit deeper, there were no passersby and a tree that probably predated his grandfather, big enough to provide some sense of cover. he didn’t waste any time rushing towards the tree, his stride wider than before, hearing amelia struggle to keep up behind him. the rest of the things that happened between max locating that tree and having amelia’s back pinned on it, both hands now in his grip, above her head, would remain a mystery.

all he knew was that he was once again crashing onto her and while he was kissing her lips, he was admiring the smell of her neck, which he found irresistible, he simply had to dig in. and so he did, teeth latching onto the part where her shoulder met her neck, slowly but intensly worked his way up, until his lips were now on the back of her ear. his free hand reached to cup her face.

her eyes were closed and from her mouth escaped small, almost inaudible, rhythmical sighs. until his hand that was cupping her cheek inched fast but strongly downward, his thumb moving, closing a bit around her throat. that was when be felt her eyes open and her sighs collecting into one sharp gasp that quickly turned into a small moan.

‘don’t mind if i do’ thought max, having the green light and letting his thumb squeeze a bit harder, a smile growing wide on his lips against her skin.

he let go of her hands and she didn’t waste any time digging into his hair, ready to tug. his teeth toyed with her earlobe as his now free hand reached for the thighs he could only image the touch of only minutes earlier. her skin was soft and he didn’t know why he was surprised by that. he allowed some pressure in his palm and found the sense more than gratifying, letting it squeeze and grab and feel until he felt like it was barely enough to not leave a bruise.

with slow but rough motions, his hand found her waist, not neglecting to admire her figure and giving it a squeeze as well, and after that he stopped right below her breast. face now moving away of hers, he expected to see some pleading look, but he was bound for disappointment. in her eyes he saw inextinguishable fire, but not a single sign to show anything that would allow him to feel on top of the situation.

determined to make that change, his arm left her chest, snaking right beneath her belly, stopping where her thigh met the crotch of her jeans. max looked up once again, hoping to see a change, but she wouldn’t do him the favour. determined still, he moved his hand forward, reaching exactly between her legs. at the same time, his other hand reached to find her nipple and give it a tug, a contact that was over as soon as it started.

the look in her eyes didn’t waver, but amelia pouted her lips, letting a very exaggerated breath through her nose with a faked grunt accompanying it.

oh, he could do this all day. he reached for the same spots again, making sure to linger a little longer this time. results remained the same, until the third time, when max unbuttoned and slid down her shorts instead of attempting to tease. in a flash, he was on his knees, helping amelia get one leg off, so he could spread her legs just wide enough to be able to reach her panties.

max would never remember the colour of her underwear, but the smell of her cunt would be hard to forget. his face inched closer while his hand hooked her panties and pulled them to the side, until he was close enough to place a swift lick along the length of her slit, making sure to thoroughly check her taste and how wet she was. he moaned in accomplishment. she was wetter than he thought and she tasted sweet and tangy; perfection.

he thought he heard her release a moan, so he quickly made sure to look up and make sure she heard him.

“don’t you dare make a sound.” this would be a fun game.

“bold of you to assume you could get a sound out of me.”

“now that was a whole string of sounds.” he smiled too sweetly as he talked and looked up at her. “and your only warning.” eyes darkened in a matter of milliseconds and torn away from hers.

returning to his prior position, max continued offering long licks along her lips, suckling and biting slightly even, to exploring her folds and entrance with his tongue, to giving small and tentative licks and suckles on her clit.

amelia remained silent, but her body told him all he needed to know; the grinding of her hips when she needed more and the slight convulsion of her thighs around his head let him know when to stop so she wouldn’t come were enough. once he calculated that she was a few seconds away from release, he gently pulled away, making the transition as slow as possible, torturing her for a little longer. once satisfied by the sight, he reached up.

“you were so silent, such a good girl.” he whispered softly, raising her head with his finger, so he could look at her when he praised her.

“like i’d want to get caught with you” she retorted, averting her gaze to the ground.

“was that a sound you just made?” his voice remained soft, his eyes, reflecting his tone while searching for hers, as if it wasn’t the insult that got to him, reminding her calmly of her second strike. if that’s how she wanted to play, he didn’t mind reminding her that she was never on top of their game. did she know that most things end on strike three?

when she not only didn’t reply, but didn’t give him any cues either, he completely let go of her and took a step back.

“it’s okay, you know. if you don’t want to get caught with me, you can just leave.” he called her bluff, still giving her an out.

“and miss this?” came her response as she closed the gap between them and reached for his erection over his pants, making sure she familiarised herself with the entire outline.

“sounds like you need me.” max smirked, lacing his hand with hers over his cock.

“i feel like you need me.” she reciprocated his smirk and squeezed a bit harder and then proceed to unbutton his pants, slithering her hand behind his boxers and letting her fingers find his cock and start playing with it.

he bit his lower lip and inhaled sharply through his mouth.

“your pussy was dripping into my mouth not a minute ago.” he replied, an edge in his voice.

amelia squeezed her fingers around his cock just a little too hard. “you’re lying.”

in an instant, his hand was dipped between her legs. he took a few seconds to run his fingers through what his tongue was all to familiar with, giving her clit a couple gentle flicks, for good measure. continuing to toy around for a few more seconds, he suddenly located her entrance and quickly added two fingers, making her inhale sharply, in both pleasure and surprise.

the softness of her pussy lips paled in comparison and she was oh so deliciously wet, but he knew that she could do better, so he curled his fingers slightly searching for what made her tick. after finding and repeating the move he found to make her shake her hips ever so slightly a couple of times, he took his fingers out, bringing it between their faces.

“taste it.”

amelia reached closer to max’s fingers painfully slow. locking anew her look with his, she stuck her tongue out and kept it hanging from her mouth until she tasted herself. she took a long lick of his fingers and then, in a swift motion, took them inside her mouth. she used her lips and her tongue to clean his fingers off her juices, eyes filled with an innocent look which drove max insane because she knew exactly what she was doing and there was nothing innocent about it.

“is this you asking if you can take me in your mouth?”

she didn’t reply, she just winked at him, lowering herself, getting to eye level with his crotch.

before he knew it, he was sure that she was doing to the spoon and his fingers she was now doing to his cock. the thought was enough to make him twitch inside her mouth. forcing himself to relax, he sighed and let his muscles drop. he closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of her lips wrapped firmly against his length, her tongue darting all over the head, making sure to taste it all.

amelia’s hands didn’t stay idle; she gripped his thigh for stability with one, nails digging into his skin, while her other one covered what her mouth couldn’t.

max couldn’t be sure for how long she was in front of him, sucking him quite expertly, he could say, but he’d be lying; the expression he was looking for was more along the lines of better than he expected, even though his expectations never fell under than that. and if not that, then best he’s ever had would cut it. but then again, all of that was just details, as was the time. it could be standing still or rushing past them, it wouldn’t matter. all that mattered was to feel her until he had his fill.

“do you want me to cum in your mouth?” he hissed as he felt his orgasm build up. she didn’t react, other than looking up at him and maintaining eye contact, while crossing her tongue around his head.

“we can stop, you know.” escaped another hiss from his lips, unsure of whether he’d gotten a yes or a no in his question, holding himself back as best he could, nearing closer to the edge with each passing millisecond.

with a throaty groan -the vibrations of which max could feel send a shiver down his spine-, amelia broke eye contact and started working harder on his cock. in his book that was a yes. a hell yes. a satisfied smile formed in his mouth as he reached down to grab a handful of hair by the root. he made sure to tug just hard enough and then reward her with a soft caress before resuming tugging.

he felt his orgasm build even more intensely than before, and in a few seconds he, no she, let him explode in her mouth. slowly she got up, releasing her head from his hand, and looked him in the eye before swallowing discreetly and licking her lips ever so slightly. with his body on autopilot, max closed the distance between them and then some, pinning her against the tree and kissing her with a new fire burning in his stomach. his tongue still had her taste while hers had his, and the combination was heavenly.

he sensed her pulling away and reluctantly, he let her.

“condom?” her voice was hoarse and low.

max immediately sobered up and frantically searched for his wallet; he must have one stashed in there somewhere.

“don’t get your knickers in a twist” he heard her voice again, along with a small laugh. he stopped fumbling as soon as she reached down for her bag and had one in hand in just a few seconds. how could she be so calm and collected? she would definitely use his lack of composure to get back to him, it was just a matter of time and he knew it.

she gave him the condom and he wore it as discreetly as he could, taking comfort in the fact that there wouldn’t be as much of need for him to be discreet, but for her.

he pushed down her panties, dropping them to her ankles and then turned amelia around with a sudden and quick grab of her arm, her back now facing him. her hands reached out just in time, just as he expected her to; ready. and just like that, he slid inside her with ease.

once he was inside her, he felt all inhibitions abandon him. hands kept a firm hold of her hips, eyes fixed on the curve of her back. it didn’t take long for him to go feral at all. allowing amelia only a couple of seconds to adjust while he familiarised himself with how she felt around his cock, in contrast to around his fingers. his body was now in control as he thrust with quick and deep moves, almost curious to see just how deep he could go.

he heard her breath align with his thrusts, and from simple exhales go to sighs and from sighs to the softest of moans. needing to hear more of her, he released his right hand from her hip, reaching up to the curve of her neck, pulling her head upwards, resting it against his shoulder. his mouth was now right next to her ear and almost daring her to moan for him.

she breathed in again and instead of just the breath leaving her mouth, so did another moan. instantly his right hand snaked over her neck reaching for her left breast, making sure to apply just the smallest bit of pressure in his forearm, against her throat.

“didn’t i. say. not. a fucking. sound?” he accented every part of his sentence with a considerably slower and more forceful thrust and a graze against her nipple, as his fingers squeezed around it, making it just a little bit harder for her to stay completely quiet. his words, should she listen to them, would bring him less of her. but if there was one thing he was known for, was consistency.

but she didn’t even try. she kept tickling his ear with her moans, so he decided to take it one step further. continuing with his slowed pace, he let go of her hip, reaching out for her pussy. exploring her folds, he found her clit and run gentle and rhythmic circles over it, making sure to keep pressing on her neck and playing with her nipple.

he continued for a few moments, allowing her to relax in his touch, letting her back hit his chest.

“do you like that?” he said softly, his breath hot on her cheeck .

“mhmm” she muttered between increasingly louder sounds and audible gasps.

that’s all he needed. max pulled away his hands, keeping his steady rhythm, slithering them down her arms and on her waist.

“not until you stay quiet” he said through gritted teeth. he almost hoped for a whimper to escape her throat and it would be a shame to not have his arm still around it to feel it, but no such thing ever came. all the reaction he got from her was a twitch of her hips and her small sounds turning back to almost even breaths.

he smiled and half a chuckle left his lips. he kept going, enjoying the feeling of her pussy sucking in his cock, certain that her juices were flowing around him. after god knows how long, he realised that he’d lost himself in a trance, and no sound from amelia to break it.

“hm. that’s my good girl.” he said with a hint of pride lacing his voice and a small smile forming. he decided that they both waited long enough for her to cum and resumed his hands in their earlier positions: right hand over her throat, bringing that small pressure back, palm on her left tit, fingers toying with the nipple. his left hand was once again focused on her clit, finding the rhythm that made her gasp and break her silence. he heard her immediately suck in her breath, scared that he might have heard and take his hands away again.

another small, throaty laugh escaped max’s throat at her reaction. there was no way he’d tell her that it would be okay to let go a little now that he was touching her again, this was about her at the end of the day. if amelia wanted to make it harder on herself just because, he wouldn’t interfere.

a short while later, it seemed like amelia had enough, as her breaths became more and more shallow, until she was very clearly inhaling in sharp gasps and exhaling even sharper, slowly morphing into now familiar small and barely audible moans; music to his ears. he smiled as he reached down to suckle on her neck, surprisingly careful to not leave a mark.

it didn’t take long for her to come undone in his arms. with very little warning, he felt her cunt spasm around him, her back arching. he saw her close her eyes. he heard her release the most satisfying and satisfied sound.

when her orgasm started to subside, she rode it out on his dick, rolling her hips along with his movements and reached behind to grab his waist, making sure to let her fingers run along the side of his chest and abdomen.

her soft caress and the softer noise topped with her orgasm fading out around him was enough to send him over the edge again. he held on to her tightly, as he tried to control his body as much as possible, remembering that anyone could pass by at any time. but that only made him cum harder.

once his own orgasm was starting to subside, he found the strength to pull out of her. as he took off the condom and tied its end, she turned around, her chest centimetres away from his.

“want more?” he asked, a gleam in his eye.

“you can go again?” not only did she not answer his question, and she also had the nerve of raising her eyebrow.

“last chance, amelia.” he growled. “do you want more?” he knelt down, bringing his face a breath away from her pussy. he gave her a long lick. “god, you taste so good and you’re so wet. you’ve been a very good girl for me, amelia.” he said, looking up, sure that his words would press her buttons.

“i don’t need you to make me cum again.”

“good girls get what they need. but bad girls get what they want, isn’t that right?” he paused, enjoying the confused look on her face. “so, do you want more? don’t make me repeat myself a fourth time.”

“or what?” she questioned, crossing her arms over her chest.

“that’s for me to know and for you to find out.” he said before burying his face between her silky thighs again, only coming up for air. “so are you a good girl, or a bad girl?” he asked, squeezing her leg for emphasis of his patience running out.

“i’m both.” she replied shakily.

“and what do you think little brats like you get?”

“your face between my legs.” she muttered, careful not to be heard.

instantly he sent his hand to play with her, keeping his face purposely just far enough. after a few moments of his index and middle finger working inside her, his thumb explored her lips and clit out of tempo, earning him a frustrated groan and a buck of her hips, attempting to get closer to his face. another small win.

allowing her to be tortured for just a little longer, max enjoyed the sight of her biting down on her lips, exhaling sharply, trying to contain the sounds escaping from her throat, eyebrows furrowed.

when he finally decided to give in, amelia didn’t waste a second; her hands reached for his head, keeping it in place. his fingers were still inside her while his tongue met the same rhythm, her hips grinding on his face following shortly after.

lapping hungrily at her cunt, unable to get enough of her taste, max almost didn’t realise it when she came. his only indication was a new wave of her wetness and her hips slowing down, but max didn’t think much of it. he wasn’t done with her yet, so he kept going.

before long, her hips were picking up the pace once again, more forcefully this time around, her thighs forcing his head into place, still, and it felt even better than be imagined so he couldn't help but lose himself in the sensation. his fingers were still playing with the sweet spot they’d found inside of her and his tongue kept contact with her pussy, but other than that, he stayed completely still. after a few movements of her hips, he felt her thighs crushing his head but he didn’t stop; she was on the edge, there was no way he’d let anything stop him from licking her clean. soon, her small spasms became more frequent until they became one longer one, cunt rubbing shamelessly against his lips, a small scream escaping from hers.

he stopped moving and refused to do anything until he knew she was satisfied. he looked up, waiting for amelia to open her eyes so he would know. the second she met his gaze, she gave him a smile and nodded, and that was his cue. with careful moves, he pushed her shorts and panties up from her knees, planting kisses on her legs and then, he pulled away, pulling his own pants up.

“where’s the condom?” came her voice in a breathless whisper.

“dunno. around here somewhere, i guess.” he replied, not really able to follow, but still looking around for it.

“you need to throw it away.” she continued, buttoning up her shorts and fixing her shirt.

“it’s your condom!”

“exactly, i did my half of the job, now you do yours.” she said reaching down and picking it up, having found it.

“i think i did my half by fucking you.” he carried on his defensive tone.

“oh please” she extended her hand, the used condom dangling from her fingers.

“you’re being ridiculous!”

“and you’re being a child!”

“oh for fuck’s sake!” he took it from her hand, and walked away, trying to find a trash bin, not bothering to dwell on the triumphant smirk on her face. “happy now?”

amelia picked up her bag from the ground and met him halfway.

“sure, you’re decent.” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“i think making you cum three times deserves something more than decent.” he kissed her again, making her sigh into his mouth, proving his point. “thought so.”

“fine.” she sighed. “max,” sex was dripping from her voice just from uttering his name, sending a jolt from his brain straight down to his cock. “you were the best. thank you for making me cum so hard and for letting me suck on your cock and taste your cum.”

he kissed her again, hungrily, fingers laced in her hair, biting her lower lip and then running his tongue over it before meeting hers.

“good girl.” he smiled against her lips, pulling away ever so slightly.

“was that enough to stroke your fragile, male ego?” her fingers played with the collar of his shirt, tingling him whenever they made contact with his skin. her voice was soft, but her tone was razor sharp, contrasting the blush creeping up her cheeks.

“why are you insisting so hard on accepting the fact that you’re being such a good girl for me?”

“because good girls don’t fuck strangers in public places.” came her reply, simple and unapologetic.

“we’re not strangers. you know me. i’m an entitled bastard with anger issues. and i know you. you’re a loud-mouthed, disobedient and independent brat with a secret praise kink.”

“some couple we are.” she scoffed and pulled away, not denying a word he said. “how’s that anger thing going for you, anyway?”

“better now, thanks.” he gave her a small wink and for the first time during their evening together did he notice the passage of time. it had to have gotten pretty late, considering how dark the sky was and how he couldn’t hear anything but the sound their synchronised footsteps made on the gravel as they walked back.

he should be getting back, resting, preparing for the weekend ahead. but a few more minutes couldn’t hurt, right?

he lead her back to their bench, and sat down. amelia surprised him by sitting down next to him and snuggling up to his chest, resting her head against him. instinctively almost, his arm reached around her shoulders, holding her closer, leaving absentminded strokes of his fingers along her arms.

they didn't speak for a while, and max had a strange feeling. he was feeling… serene, in a way he'd almost forgotten how, so he stayed there, emptying his mind of any thought that wasn't her, enjoying having her in his arms, for however long that would last.

"will i see you again?" amelia broke the silence but not their contact.

“probably not, but doesn’t that make it better?” his question was rhetorical, he didn’t expect an answer, nor did he get one. there was a mutual understanding: they knew that leaving things as they are protects them both. he didn’t get to know her better and neither did she; there was nothing to tarnish and eat away at what they had, no matter how brief. both of them knew just enough to make this a fun and pleasant memory.

she nuzzled closer to him and he smiled, against his better judgement. he wasn’t one to smile at intimacy. it was something entirely unfamiliar, but it was… it was a good ending. soon her breathing became even and heavy. max glanced down at amelia and found her sleeping soundly. in his arms. was she really that reckless or did she feel that safe? and what was the difference between the two?

he reached out and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. this shouldn’t go on and it had already dragged on more than it should, or more than it did normally for him, anyway. that didn’t mean that he had to ruin it for her as well.

“wake up, princess. it’s time to go home.”

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if anyone's interested in more filth, you can find part two here <3

#and they were roommates!!! is my first published smut fic #this came first and took like 5 months to complete #heh #max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen smut #max verstappen imagine #formula 1 smut #f1 #formula one smut #formula one fic #formula 1 fic #f1 smut #f1 imagine #f1 x you #f1 x reader #original named female character #f1 x y/n

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𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 - 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦

pairing - max verstappen x reader, george russell x reader, charles leclerc x reader, f1 grid x reader

summary - when Y/n finally gets back to England, the first thing that has to happen is a dine and dish with three of her best friends

a/n - i need to write so many things and this is one of them, i really hope this chapter one is short but too short 🤍

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“So? No guys?”

“None,”

Gretchen and Jae groan, slouching back in their seats. They both set their cups of coffee down on the table as they narrow their eyes at Y/n.

“Guys, I’m in New York to study being a lawyer, not date around and fall in love.” The y/h/c sighs with a smile on her face as she sips her coffee.

Her sunglasses sit on the top of head, her leather jacket draped over her shoulder. She has a light smile on her face and heavily tinted lips that makes her look in change and capable.

Gretchen and Jae both have deadpan looks on faces as they look at Y/n, completely unimpressed. They were hoping that the serious and always studying girl would get changed by New York City.

“What are we talking about?” Easton sits down next to Y/n a smile on his face, completely unaware of what is going on.

“Oh nothing, just that Y/n/n here is still boring and probably still a virgin.” Gretchen rolls her eyes, playing with one of her brown curls.

“Listen, I’m at not a virgin. Haven’t been since I was seventeen.” Y/n scoffs, crossing her arms.

Jae and Gretchen hum along, pretending that they agree. Easton on the other hand is trying his best to not laugh and get weird looks by everyone in the cafe.

“I am not dating because I can’t find anyone. There, that’s my reason.” Y/n says, looking at Gretchen and Jae with a face that a mother would use.

“Well maybe we can help with that.” Gretchen and Jae share a look and Easton’s mouth opens, knowing the plan the two had plotted.

“What did you do?”

“We might’ve set up a couple meet-cutes with three F1 drivers.” Jae shrugs as she talks, saying it as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“You did what?” Y/n nearly yells, getting a couple looks from people in the cafe.

Gretchen, Jae and Easton all shush her, pulling her closer into their little circle. Y/n has her mouth open and a confused look on her face.

“Listen, we’re helping you. You’re so boring and definitely need the company of a guy.” Gretchen says quickly as she notices the cameras nearing the windows of the cafe.

“But-”

“There are cameras, are you really going to question us right now?” Jae cuts Y/n off and glances outside.

“No, let’s go.” Y/n gets her bag and stands up, getting followed by the rest of her friends.

They all nod and follow her outside, getting ready for the cameras and questions about her being back in England and her family drama.

“We are going to talk about this later.”

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Hii !!! I've been obsessed with Sabrina Carpenter's new song Esspresso and I was wondering if you could do a smau with Charles Leclerc x singer!reader based on it !!

Love the request!

I posted it!

Sorry that it took so long, but I wanted to make it but than I was watching Star Wars with my mom and fell asleep (I wanted to make it after). I hope you like it!

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grill the radio #1 / f1 / fem!oc

“ok vee, it’s p6 right now, 0.5 second after lando.”

“great, so can i ask you a favor!?”

“report the problem please.”

“can someone hand me a piece of creamcheese garlic bread when i box the second time?”

“so you’re getting hungry.”

“pretty sure that.”

“and you haven’t boxed yet.”

“yep, enough time for someone to go somewhere and buy me a bread.”

“vee, we will get you the bread, but you can only have it after the race.”

“yeh fine, just wanna let you know. i feel a little bit bored while sitting here.”

“copy that. we will definitely buy you the bread vee, don’t be bored.”

“ok ⍢”

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okay so bc some reasons that i'm too lazy to explain hshshsh i started another blog and i will post everything i posted here there and i will delete this one so go follow me there!!: @st4rg1rl-16

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☾ intro to jupiter nightshade (ft. the commentary by yours truly)

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Jupiter Nightshade.

How do you even begin to describe her?

Jupiter was everyone’s dreams and everyone’s nightmare.

You love Jupiter, you hate her, you admire her, you’re terrified of her, you want to be her, you want to be with her.

Some people even say that she’s a real daughter of the sky — others even dared say she is the God Jupiter of the sky.

But those were just rumors, probably.

Hard not to believe those when the woman looked like she belongs in a museum of fine art. Models envy her, they kiss the ground she walks on and thank whatever higher power that she decided to join the world of motorsports. She would render them all jobless if modelling was her actual career rather than it being an occasional obligation.

The gods really took their time with her. Dark, jet-black hair cascades down her back — she never really keeps it long, she had to wear layers a lot and she was not a fan of the itch and heat restrictions it gave her so she always opted for a short messy haircut. Her skin glowed olive, under the sun, it often looked like she was made of part-gold. But, oh, dio mio!—as she would say—her eyes, her eyes; they’re the magnet to all that is deserving, they’re blessed to those lucky enough to have been even looked upon with those eyes. Both a piercing shade of emerald green—only, here’s the twist, the drop of uniqueness to it; her left eye was split into two between the striking green and a soft brown.

Call it dramatic but what I say doesn’t stray far from the truth.

That was her looks. I can’t even begin to describe the talent, the spirit she possesses.

“THAT’S P1, KID! P1 ON YOUR FIRST RACE!” her engineer yelled in her radio, his words coming out of his mouth along with breaths of disbelief.

The racer hadn’t even heard a word he said, she was far too busy taking in the glory of the shock coming from the stands. There were occasional boos of course, but of course that doesn’t begin to beat the cheers coming for her. The rookie.

She was on a high, one she has never felt before. Not even when she was named F2 champion or any other race she’s won before. Formula One was a new kind of glory for her and boy she was already hungry for more.

That hunger? Never went away for the rest of her rookie season. Jupiter Nightshade was a mad woman and that made everyone (all the good ones anyway) fall in love with her.

God, she could never be full of the glory. Every moment she managed to get more it only makes her even hungrier for more.

“JUPITER NIGHTSHADE YOU ARE A GOD!” the energetic yells of her team principal boomed through her radio, almost making her flinch.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” she said smugly.

Ugh, what a smug little shit.

I still think she’s cool or whatever.

Think what you want to think about Jupiter Nightshade but everyone can always agree that she’s full of surprises.

Really, she didn’t know where it came from. One second she was kissing her winning trophy while perched up on the second and third driver’s shoulders, the next; champagne was everywhere and she was in the air — mouthful of champagne, (she’s young, she’s free, and most importantly, she was a winner. She thought.) she sprayed the liquid that was already in her mouth to the P2 holder, completely surprising them—not that they’re mad or anything about it, they were just taken by surprise by it and let it happen. Then she turned to the lucky three with a smirk on her face; the man was quick to try and duck away but she was faster than that (on-track, off-track, there isn’t much difference between her), spraying right into his face.

And, really, that was how it started.

It was… an interesting, but hot nonetheless—according to the Twitter sapphics anyway. (They’re right.)

But being one of the greatest always came with its negatives — worse when you’re a woman.

She was the world champion.

She was a rookie driver in a Renault with a world champion.

And yet… they are boo-ing her.

On the internet, anyway.

Which makes it even better. If they’re not brave enough (or, rich enough to even attend a Grand Prix) to say it to her face, what real value do their words even have?

But for now, she can only accept her first domination under the building lightning storm in the sky.

And hence, born was her first nickname—and I’m not talking about the world driver’s champion—no; from then on, the daughter of the sky was born.

What a scam! — 2019 spat out, Jupiter was called the rookie with immense beginners luck.

Cunt. She thought.

The media that once ridiculed her then acted as if they never doubted her a day in their life was once again turning their back on them.

Typical, she thought. Fame-hungry-worthless-losers with no sense of wording in their body whatsoever.

When asked about it, her answer was simple; the only answer she had given to the world that retched year:

“The car is finally realizing who’s driving it and just couldn’t keep up.”

Renault was angry.

How. Dare. She.

They gave her an F1 car for the first time in her career, they catered her to a championship in it, and this is how she repays them?

At that, she rolls her eyes, “What, like I’m wrong?”

You make a car that accommodates a champion’s needs, you get a champion.

Nightshade is not for the weak.

So when she made her move to Red Bull in 2020 many was not surprised — ‘it’s been a long time coming.’ (I know right, why didn’t she do it sooner?) — ‘of course, she did.’ (the fuck you mean by that?) — ‘oh, great, more overconfident Red Bull drivers, just what we need.’ (damn, right it’s what we need.) — and my personal favorite: ‘was she not already in Red Bull?’ (oh they wished they had hired her sooner.)

By the time her third WDC came around, people have already treated her like an evil dictator taking over Formula One.

The internet (and, Netflix too probably) have successfully painted over her spirit turning her into this soul-sucking, dream-stealing, non-caring of others’ well-being person.

Everyone was suddenly far too busy looking for her faults; everyone.

Did they care that she’s a woman dominating in a male-dominated sport? Not anymore (they miss having their favorite white man win.)

Did they even bother caring about who she was doing this for? (No, why should they? She’s not of any relevance.)

Did they even bother opening their eyes to the fact that Jupiter Nightshade is a good person.

To look past her brash personality, interesting habits, and behavior and just see her for what she stands for, to what she is proving; that how the media—the world treats her gender unfairly when the opposite can do the exact same thing (hell, sometimes even worse) and not be bashed as much as she was getting.

They can say what they want about her but she’ll be the one hearing “You are the world champion!” in her ears at the end of the season.

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ROSBERG, IS THIS A DATE? | Sebastian Vettel

f1 masterlist | history series masterlist | season 1

summary: diana goes to monaco because nico rosberg seems quite interested in her wellbeing... sadly, things turn out to be different, very different, actually

word count: 3686

warnings: bad language, curse words, toxic relationships, sex without consent (remember: NO is NO), lose of virginity. everything that is represented here doesn’t define how drivers are in real life. remember this is a fictional work and all you see represented here is just fiction.

a/n: the representation of toxic relationships and physical, psychological and sexual abuse is something that i truly wanted to represent in this story. i always try to share personal experiences through my works even people don't like; so, if you're not comfortable reading since this moment, don't do it, but i really needed to share part of my story trough di's eyes.

taglist: [@theseerbetweenus @annewithaneofthegreengable @vincentvanshoe @formulaonebuff @roisinivy] if you wanna be tagged in each part just tell me in the comments <3

feedback, as well as reblogs and comments, are truly appreciated!

2023

"To be honest, I never listened to the voicemail Seb sent me that day. My anger and, mostly, my pride, I guess. In fact, Seb didn't insist on it anymore, and it's just today that I found out what he said.”

Mark Webber, sitting in a rather strange position on one of the two chairs designated for the History directors, nodded solemnly. He was one of the witnesses to the fight that took place on July 12th between the now-married couple, which separated them for longer than anticipated.

"It was a very difficult time for me," she continued, preventing the Australian from starting to talk about her short but intense first relationship. "When I found out that Seb was dating Hanna, I felt a mix of emotions. The betrayal, the way the girl treated me that day and, especially, how excited I was about this idiot," she gave the German a little tap on the head, "made the reality check even harder. And if we add to that what was happening with my father...

"It's understandable. It was all a bomb," Jenson Button intervened now. "Discovering that someone you like, even a little, is with someone else... It's hell, yes."

"Anyway, I always try to focus on the positive. If that hadn't happened, I wouldn't have met Michael… or I would, considering he was my ex-partner's teammate," the girl explained. "Michael became the father I lost when my parents passed away."

Not only the mention of the seven-time world champion, but also the redhead's declaration of love, plunged the recording set into a sepulchral silence.

"Besides that, the so-called white lie from Seb marked the beginning of my relationship with Nico Rosberg," she finally exposed. "That is, to be honest, one of the hardest parts, if not the most hard, parts of my life because when you feel so unloved, and you see someone showing you a little something, you start to develop a kind of emotional dependence that, for me, was quite difficult to overcome."

The cameras focused on Diana's now completely serious face as she mentioned the former driver. She was aware of it, but it didn't stop her from continuing her story.

"As it's obvious, Nico and I shared many special moments that, in part, I don't regret," she admitted, causing her husband to grimace with annoyance, which she completely ignored. "To this day, I know for sure that neither of us was ready to start a relationship. Me, because I needed the affection I wasn't getting from anyone, and Nico because he needed to have control over something, or someone," she corrected herself.

The looks turned to Vettel, who didn't have the best of expressions. No one but Diana knew how much he had to work with her, hand in hand with her psychologist, to make her recover, or better said, gain, all the self-esteem that his compatriot made her lose.

"All of that is hard to see, isn't it?" Webber questioned again.

The woman nodded.

"Yes. The moment you get into all that mental chaos where all you know is that you don't know anything, it's hard to realize what's happening around you. Everyone sees everything so bad, but you don’t realize it," the Austrian admitted. "I remember needing Nico to feel complete, and I think he also had that need. If we add to that the control he had on me because, it was all a bomb."

"Do you think you can share some details of how that not only affected your relationship, but also...?"

Diana didn't take time to think before answering: she did it immediately.

"Myself? Sure," she affirmed decisively. "No problem: I just hope Seb doesn't get angry about the flashbacks that might come to him," she spoke as she took her husband's face and planted a kiss on his cheek.

[...]

2009

August 6th Barcelona, Spain

Just a month ago, Diana Wagner was lying in a hotel room in Germany, completely alone, not only crying because she didn't know if her father was going to die in the coming hours, but also because the person who had made her feel so loved had turned out to be just another disappointment.

Now, under the scorching Spanish temperatures in a ridiculous hospital room, she used to recall that moment with laughter. Bernhard's health had worsened in a matter of days, and Sebastian Vettel, whom she considered her friend-love, had disappeared from her life as if he had never been in it.

She had realized that maybe she was destined for everyone to leave her life one way or another; much to her regret, she was getting used to it and saw it as something normal, although it still hurt.

Bernhard was deteriorating rapidly, and since he entered palliative care, his eldest daughter knew that his departure, without return, was a matter of time. Diana's dedication to the man who gave her life was such that there came a point when she stopped taking care of herself: even the nurses had to insist that she leave for a couple of hours for a walk. Every time they told her that, the girl responded with refusals: she couldn't leave without saying goodbye, just as it happened with her mother.

Moreover, her optimism and stubbornness was such that she thought everything would end sooner rather than later, and they would return to being the family they always were.

The only time of the day when she allowed herself a little relaxation was when she talked to Amelie, who had gone back to her home country to be with a their aunt to not have to be practically alone in her house all day, and the moments when she texted or talked with Nico Rosberg. Since the argument she had with Vettel, the other German showed a great interest in her, especially in how she was feeling. Diana responded most of the time with disinterest, and her mind often played tricks on her, especially when she wrote Seb instead of Nico, sometimes even sending it without being aware of it.

How could you forget someone who, in some way, gave you so much to remember?

"Diana, are you listening to me? Damn it, the fucking shitty coverage..."

Rosberg's voice and the sounds he seemed to be making reminded her that she was having a conversation with what seemed to be her new friend.

"Yes, yes, I'm here," she replied as soon as she could, trying to get rid of the thoughts that seemed to haunt her. "What were you saying to me?"

"Exactly that," he informed her succinctly, earning a grunt from Diana. "You haven't been ok since you decided to spend all your fucking time in damn hospital because of a father who abandoned you when you needed him the most, and because of an asshole who lied to you just to fuck you."

The first was the only thing she agreed with, but the constant reproaches and criticisms about something that didn't concern him made the dyed blonde reconsider more and more frequently if telling Rosberg about her family problems to clear her mind, and at his insistence, had been the best thing. Yes, it was true that her father hadn't behaved like one since her mother's suicide, but that didn't mean that she had to act the same way. In the end, he was her father, and she owed him respect.

And as for Sebastian, she knew he didn't intend to sleep with her because he never gave her any indication. He had behaved like a true gentleman with her, and that was precisely what made her fall head over heels in love with the Heppenheim native.

It was because of all that, and much more than just what was on her mind, that every passing day she not only hated her life more, but also herself.

"Don't talk to me about him anymore…" Wagner replied sharply after a few seconds of silence. "Please," she added.

She felt Nico's snort after her response, and even her subconscious noted the chill down her arms.

"It's not the best time to discuss this," the girl continued as she looked at her father, seemingly asleep. "You know that..."

"What do I know, Diana?" the driver insisted. The girl remained completely silent: she didn't know what else to say to make him drop the subject. "That's exactly what I know: that you're not okay. Your father is about to kick the bucket, and you're torturing yourself with that and with Vettel idiot."

"Nico, please..."

"No, you listen to me, Diana. I know you don't want to talk about it, but you need a fucking break from all that chaos. You're stuck in a vicious circle that's only hurting you more and more," he explained, "and it's not fair to you, especially when all you do is cry over someone who has never valued you."

Diana was tired. Why, every time they talked about something other than the Red Bull driver, did the conversation turn back to him? She thought they were just her paranoia; as the days went by, she noticed how, more and more, she contradicted herself.

Everything related to the son of the 1982 Formula 1 World Champion was nonsense that, to the intern's misfortune, gave her too much curiosity.

"I don't want to talk about Sebastian," she replied curtly.

"And you don't have to," really?, Diana thought to herself. "Just think about this proposal: what if you come to Monaco to spend a few days with me?"

"I can't," nor did she want to, "leave my father right now. You know they recently changed his medication, and they don't know exactly how he's going to react," the young woman pointed out with great uncertainty.

"Diana, your father is surrounded by professionals, it's not like you're going to abandon him," for her, it did seem that way. "All you're going to do is worry about yourself for a few days, exclusively, and I'm sure your father will think the same as me: that you deserve it."

Rosberg wasn't right about that, no. Bernhard Wagner had become selfish since his wife took her own life and didn't think about anyone other than himself; not even his daughters, who had become each other's support when they lost their parents suddenly for completely different reasons.

Diana tried to calm down and not speak before she had thought about what to say. Although it was hard for her to admit it, she knew there was some truth in the blonde's words. If she took a look back at her entire adolescence, she could see how much she had sacrificed since she was fourteen, acting as a family mother, housewife, and, at the same time, a model student because her past wasn't going to stop her from reaching her desired future.

She needed to think about herself for once in her life, even if it meant risking more things than she thought at that moment.

"When did you say my flight leaves?"

[...]

2009

August 13th Montecarlo, Monaco

Although Diana had already been to Monaco twice with Formula 1, it was completely different to visit for work reasons than for leisure. The glamour and luxury were evident as soon as the plane landed with force, and as soon as she left the airport, surprisingly small, and with her small suitcase in hand, she already felt completely out of place.

The life of the rich wasn't for her, and seeing tourists and locals flaunt their ostentatious lifestyles as part of their everyday lives made her realize that.

"Well,here I have the future best race engineer in Formula 1!"

Nico, who started clapping as soon as Diana flooded his view, seemed like a different person when he wasn't wearing his driver outfit. That day he sported a look that, while worthy of a day at the beach, to the Austrian's eyes was quite the opposite: he wore a white linen shirt that matched perfectly with beige chinos, along with sunglasses that covered most of his face, and sandals similar to those worn by the so-called tourists, like themselves, in Spain. His slight tan made him stand out even more among the light colors of his outfit; his perfectly combed-back hair made him look more attractive than he already was.

And what about the black Mercedes, perfectly parked behind the German, which looked like it had just come out of a dealership.

"Welcome to Monaco, Diana! I hope you had a good flight."

Immediately, he gave the young woman two kisses and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her towards him as if she were his most precious possession.

"Thank you," the newcomer replied briefly. "The flight was fine, although there were a few bumps that made me panic. I should get used to flying, I've done it already too many times to still be afraid..." the girl spoke as she got into the car, took the passenger seat, and put on her seatbelt. Nico was imitating her. "By the way, can you drop me off at a nearby hotel… maybe the cheapest one around here? With all the commotion with my father, I forgot to book anything."

The German shook his head, causing both shock and curiosity in Wagner.

"You don't need a hotel, darling: you're staying with me, at home."

"What?" she exclaimed in surprise, covering her mouth almost immediately. "I'm not staying with you at your house, Nico. I don't want to be a bother."

"No one said you would be," he replied. "Besides, we're not going to my house now, we're going somewhere else that you'll like better," he said with certainty.

As they drove through the streets of Monaco, attracting the attention of more than one fan and having to briefly stop the car to sign a few autographs, the pilot noticed how the young woman was tensing up, possibly because of uncertainty about where they were heading. As if he had planned it, and eager to do so, he placed his free hand on the young woman's thigh, relatively close to her intimacy.

Diana did nothing about it: she simply tried to stay calm; it was the first time she had had that kind of contact, and she didn't want to ruin the moment, besides, she didn't want Rosberg to find out.

"I want you to feel comfortable and safe with me, princess," the last part made the young woman's skin tense, who didn't understand why her friend was behaving exactly the opposite. "You don't have to worry about anything. Just relax and let me take care of you."

Although she knew that wasn't right, Wagner wasn't going to resist in any way despite her insecurity, at least not for the moment. She liked that game that they seemed to be starting to play between them, and the more time passed between one of Nico's compliments and another, the more comfortable she felt playing along.

All the twenty-year-old wanted to do was enjoy herself, live like girls her age did. Feel loved for once in her life. If it was with Nico, great, they had known each other for a while, and that would make everything easier. After all, she needed to forget everything and assert herself more, as her current personal driver had told her several times.

Sebastian was ignoring her and hadn't bothered to ask her how she was beyond, probably, a voicemail that she herself had deleted thanks to Rosberg's encouragement to do so, in which, possibly, he was insulting her along with Hanna, who had become the new favorite wag.

"Rosberg, is this a date?" she asked, raising one of her eyebrows, knowing perfectly well that the conversation and, above all, her vacation, would turn in a completely different direction than she had thought.

The blonde glanced at her and smiled. Both were thinking the same thing, and that only made him very happy because his thoughts and, above all, his insistence, finally seemed to be bearing fruit.

"Only if you want it to be, Wagner."

The sun shone high and clear in the sky when they arrived at Nico's private yacht. From the moment they stepped on board, the German made sure everything was perfect for his guest, as well as making her feel completely comfortable and relaxed.

After enjoying a delicious meal on the deck, prepared by the driver himself, with several typical dishes from his country, Rosberg took Diana for a stroll on the sea while they had a drink and enjoyed the sea breeze hitting their faces and the scent of salt filling their nostrils. They sailed to such an extent that they soon left the port behind, ending up in a secluded and stunning cove whose existence was unknown to many people. From there, the afternoon passed faster than expected, filled with laughter, games, splashing around, and an occasional stolen kiss.

Once they were back on the boat, and before heading back to Port Hercule, Rosberg took the opportunity to wrap his arm around Diana's waist and, with his free hand, take her chin to start kissing her. She tried to pull away politely several times, but the blonde responded the opposite way, holding her tighter so she couldn't leave. The girl realized that he didn't seem to pick up on her hints, which only increased her discomfort, especially when she felt his penis, fully erect, brushing against her thigh, dangerously close to her intimacy.

"Nico... this is a bit different from what I'm used to," the Austrian commented. "Going beyond a couple of kisses on the first date goes against my principles," she laughed as a defense mechanism, "so I think we could do something else like... I don't know, play a board game, maybe?"

Her voice, barely audible, was trembling greatly as she spouted lie after lie, not knowing how. She wished it would all end soon, the complete opposite of what the pilot seemed to be feeling: in the blink of an eye, she found herself in Nico's arms, who was dragging her to the cabin of that yacht against her will.

"Please, Nico, I don't want to do this."

But he seemed not to care; at least, undressing in front of her was what Diana realized he wanted her to do.

"Undress for me, Diana," he demanded, approaching her in an intimidating way.

His words were clear and concise, and full of persuasion. Diana hesitated for a few seconds. Was that what she wanted? Her mind tried to think clearly, but doubts and internal conflicts made it impossible.

Finally, and much to her regret, she reluctantly agreed. Gradually, the scant fabric of the pareo covering her body scattered on the floor, much faster than she felt. Her hands were trembling as she exposed herself, completely naked, to Nico, who seemed to be devouring her with his eyes.

As soon as she dropped the last piece of clothing she was wearing, Rosberg was, once again, on top of her, watching her with a look full of desire that perfectly matched the mischievous smile hidden behind his lips. He threw himself reluctantly, possibly eaten up by excitement, against the soft surface, having no problem getting on top of Wagner as soon as he could, whispering in her ear how much he desired her in those moments.

All Diana wanted at that moment was to cry and wish she had never accepted that invitation that she thought would bring so much good to her life.

"Nico, stop it now, seriously," Diana insisted, trying to get the boy off her but failing miserably: all she managed to do was have his hands tightly grip her wrists, placing them on the bed. "I don't want anyone to hear us," she excused herself.

"Please, princess, no one will hear you here. No one will disturb us," he repeated, as if it were a mantra to convince himself.

The blonde's fear increased as Nico's hands traveled over her body. In a matter of seconds, they went from her hands to her mouth, and soon he was leaving a trail of wet kisses all over her.

"I know you want this as much as I do, baby," he let her know.

"Yes," she lied, trying not to let the panic take over and show, "but it's not the right time. There are many more days..."

"But surely not a special occasion like this one!" the German yelled. The girl did nothing more than, in the middle of her nudity, shrink on the bed, trying to cover herself because she felt more than embarrassed. "Diana, look at all this," he pointed to the room they were in. "I've prepared everything for you. You deserve this and much more, so relax for once, for God's sake."

Quickly, and to her surprise, Nico was already unwrapping a condom. When Diana, who wasn't prepared for what was about to happen soon, saw how the young man put it on as fast as he could, and leaned towards her to place his penis against her entrance, she got nervous; the moment she felt him thrust into her in one stroke, she knew it was all over.

She closed her eyes and clung not to the desire that she obviously didn't feel but to the desperation to end that casual sex session soon. Her first ever sex session. She felt pain, and the moans coming from the boy on top of her were making her feel used like she had never felt before, not even with the treatment she received in her "profession."

Was this how love was supposed to feel? Was this what it meant to care about someone?

She didn't know, but eventually she gave up. With her vision completely black, she let herself go to the point of reopening her field of vision while starting to feel a bit of blood running between her legs, besides begging, screaming, for Nico Rosberg not to stop fucking her, without forgetting to remind the driver repeatedly that she was his, and his only.

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