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[writting-stuff-sometimes]

Just for a second - Lando x fem reader

Summary: Y/N "dated" Lando for a while but life happens and sometimes it isn't a fairy tale.

Warnings: Fluff and a sad ending.

Word Count: 17K

Notes: Please, no second part requests. This is me trying to deal with personal stuff I don't know how to work out, and writing helps me get it out. I wrote it in a rush so excuse the mistakes.

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An Instagram DM request called your attention, when clicking on the notification his name froze you. You doubted about opening it.

After panicking for a couple of minutes you finally did.

LvNg4Lf Hey, I will be in Italy next week. Can I take you out for some dinner?

Your heart rushed a million miles an hour.

You had kept yourself busy for the last year to keep him out of your mind, but the moment his stupid face and name appeared on your phone it all came back.

"Y/n? Are you ok?" Ana, your best friend and roommate asked softly as if not to scare you.

"Sorry, yes" you answered matching her tone

"Are you sure? You're biting your nails again"

You removed your hand from your mouth.

"He messaged me"

"Who?" You just stared at her. "Oh hell no, what does he want?"

"He will be here next week, he wants to buy me dinner"

"Why?"

"Don't know"

"What did you say?"

"I haven't answered"

"Are you going?"

"I don't know"

"How do you feel?"

"I don't know, I thought a year would be enough to get over it, but I guess not" you said signaling your bitten nails.

"I don't know what to tell you"

"It's ok, I don't know what I need to hear"

"Do you want me to stay?"

"Hell, no, it's your anniversary dinner. You go, I will be fine"

"Are you sure, I can tell-"

"Go" You pushed her off the couch "Say hi to Leo from me. Have fun"

"Ok, but message me if you need anything"

"I won't and you know it, go!" You pushed her out the door and sat back on the couch, your phone on the coffee table. How could something so insignificant as a message have you losing your mind?

You and Lando had met in the UK at a Quadrant shooting, your boss was in charge of the art department for the shooting but that weekend he had caught a bad cold, and after the pandemic, anything close to the mild flu meant someone else had to take the job and that's how you found yourself in a meeting room with Lando, Max and the rest of the creative team.

It was an instant click, he was funny, and smart, and much to your surprise he had a good eye for colors, textures, and lighting, he was clearly an amateur but better than a few of your "professional" coworkers.

The shooting was long but so entertaining and with such an amazing vibe between you and Lando, when he offered to drive you to your hotel you didn't hesitate and said yes.

It was all super friendly, both of you talking about everything and nothing at the same time, you sat in his car talking well past 5 am.

The next morning you got an Instagram follow request from a weird account and a DM request.

LvNg4Lf Hi, it's Lando, last night was so much fun, it was amazing working with you. I would love to invite you to lunch and talk about future projects. This is my personal account, please don't share it.

The next day the group chat was exploding with messages asking you for details about your hot night with the F1 driver, but there was nothing to tell, it had been all innocent.

The dates started as innocent work meetings but slowly the topics drifted from work to more personal stuff, then the Instagram DMs became more and more frequent, and before you realized you started seeing each other for movie nights and dinner dates. The first kiss happened one night after dinner, he was dropping you off at your flat. He had been weird all night as if something was bothering him, you were worried something was wrong.

"Thanks so much for dinner" You said as he helped you out of his car. "Please let me know when-" He pulled you hard against him placing his hand on your cheek.

"Don't hate me, please" He whispered, and joined your lips shyly.

You kissed him back, it was as natural as all those dates. His soft lips against yours felt amazing.

"I'm sorry" he said out of breath as his forehead rested against yours.

"Don't" You gave a quick peck to his lips.

Just a kiss was shared that night, even when your body was asking for more, and judging by the bulge pressing against your hip, he was craving more too, but neither of you wanted to rush it.

It was just a situationship but it was intense. You kept it down on the low, only your roommate and best friend, and his best friend knew about it. You could see how everyone treated the other "WAGS" and your mental stability wasn't ready for that kind of pressure, especially when you didn't even know what was happening.

He was flying straight back to London after every race, staying over at your house or you going to his, spending as much time together as you could. Movie nights and romantic dinners in either of your places were the usual, but you didn't care about not being outside. His arms around your body, him kissing your forehead, neck, and lips, was better than any date outside, you couldn't keep your hands off each other and didn't want to risk being caught in public.

You were falling, and falling hard. Once you even flew to surprise him at a doubleheader, spending one amazing week with him, living the full F1 experience.

His personal brand had reached a high peak and his management advised him to move to Monaco, it was a good economic decision. He was so excited when he told you about it as he showed you the apartment he had just leased, but all you could think about was what about the "relationship"?

It was the post-sex rush that made him ask you to move with him to Monaco, but it wasn't that easy. You loved your job, and you had worked so hard to get to the position you had now, leaving the country for a situationship wasn't the smartest idea, especially when he wasn't sure about going public or even formalizing. Another suggestion from his team. His Playboy era had proved to be a great marketing strategy, his merch sales had increased the moment he broke up with his last girlfriend, so getting into a relationship was strongly discouraged.

You spoke about it once, but in the end, moving with him or him staying in London was out of the question.

You avoided the topic for the last couple of weeks you were together. He spent his last night in the UK at your place, since his place had been emptied. It was as lovely as every night you had been together, but you couldn't shake away the bitter taste of him leaving and not knowing what would come next,

"We will find a way to make this work, ok?" He whispered against your lips as you said your goodbyes.

"Promise?"

"Yes" he kissed you deeply, biting your lip one last time.

He got in his car and drove off.

You kept in touch, facetime was your best friend for a few weeks, but slowly the communication started to lessen. He had a lot of work with Quadrant and the races, and you received an offer to lead the company's office in Italy which kept you crazy busy.

You moved to Italy a couple months after he had left for Monaco. Thank God, your best friend found a way to move with you thanks to her remote work, keeping you company whenever you needed to vent about your situationship. Around that time you were messaging just a couple times every couple of weeks.

Slowly whatever you had faded away, and even when you still had feelings for him, you did your best to keep yourself busy trying to bury whatever you felt under tons of work and meaningless dates.

But now, his message pulled all those feelings back up, and they were as strong as they were a year ago.

Y/USERNAME Y/workadress, on Friday I'm off at 5

LvNg4Lf Great, see you on Friday

Thank God, Ana spent the rest of the week at her boyfriend's, when she texted you asking about Lando you just replied "I'm not sure yet", she had such a strong mom vibe she would've rushed home just to talk to you about it, ruining Leo's anniversary plans.

"Y/n, somebody's waiting for you in the lobby" one of your workmates said as she entered the meeting room, a cheeky grin on her face.

"Thanks, Lis" You gattered your things nervously.

"Who's the cutie?"

"An old friend" you said escaping her interrogation, you were anxious enough to also worry about the office gossiping about your relationships.

The moment the elevator doors opened you recognized him, his back was facing your way, but the curls were unforgettable, and his arms those damn arms.

"Hey" you softly said standing behind him.

"Hi" A big smile on his face as he took you in his arms.

You hugged him back, it was as if no time had passed. He was bigger, stronger, and his back was broader, but still, your body fitted inside his embrace like a glove, and his scent, you had missed it so much.

He took your bag and jacket as he walked you to his car. Inside he handed you his phone.

"What?" You asked confused, he was usually the designated DJ.

"Your address"

"Why?"

"You need to pack for the weekend"

"What? I thought we were just having dinner"

"Do you trust me?" he stared at you making your heart rush.

"Calm down, Aladdin"

His particular laugh melted your heart, you hadn't realized how much you missed that sound.

You typed your address and started the route.

You shared small talk, he asked you about your day at work and you asked about his trip there.

"Go, I will wait here, I need to make a couple calls" He opened the door and offered his hand to help you out.

"What should I pack for?"

"Whatever you might need for a weekend, if anything is missing we can buy it, now go" He kissed your forehead and took out his phone as you rushed up to your apartment.

You took a quick shower, shaved, and trimmed where it was needed, not that you were expecting anything to happen, as far as you knew this was all friendly, but you didn't want to get caught offward.

"Holly shit, you're not going to believe who I saw-" Ana barged into your room as you were searching for a dress in your closet.

"-what are you doing?" She asked approaching the suitcase on your bed. You just turned and gave a nervous smile. "He invited you to have dinner, and you weren't even sure you were going, now you're packing?"

"Well..."

"Why are you packing? Are you escaping, want to jump in my car's trunk?"

"I'm not escaping, I'm not sure, he just told me to pack for the weekend"

"What if he's kidnapping you to take you to Monaco, should I call the police?"

"I'm not going to Monaco!"

"Not yet" A hint of sadness in her voice.

"I'm not, I swear, we're just doing something that I'm not sure what it is, but I'm not moving anywhere."

"Well, I guess the only thing we're sure about is that sex is part of the plan" She said pulling out the Victoria's Secret set you had packed.

"You never know" you answered with a cheeky smile.

You finished packing and rushed to the door.

"Please take care, be careful, and call me if you need anything, I will send the Italian troops your way immediately"

"Thanks, I will keep you posted" You hugged her and rushed downstairs, Lando placed your bag on the back of his truck and started driving without a map.

"Are you telling me where are we going?" You interrupted the conversation.

"Nope" A proud grin on his face.

"Are we going to Monaco?" You asked shyly.

"Do you want to go to Monaco?" He turned to look at you, some seriousness on his face.

"I'm just asking" You turned your blushing cheeks towards the passenger window.

You kept a casual conversation, the nerves were fading away but then he placed his hand on your thigh, and your breath hitched, it was a normal gesture when you were together, but now it felt like your leg was on fire.

A little over two hours later you were driving on a dirt road toward a lit-up old-style chalet.

He took both your bags, placed the code on the pad at the door and a beautiful living room appeared. It was one of those fairytale-like chalets.

"Follow me" He walked up some stairs to the only room in the house.

"One room?"

"I didn't think you would mind us sharing a bed. If you don't feel like it, I can sleep on the sofa" A hint of shame in his voice.

"No!" you said a little too loud. "I mean, I just... this is all just a surprise, that's it" You walked towards the bed and sat on it. He placed the bags next to the closet and walked towards you, he sneaked between your legs and you hugged him by the waist as his hands wrapped around your shoulders.

"Want to explore before it gets darker?" He kissed your hair.

"Sure" You followed him through the back door.

It was such a beautiful place, a jacuzzi was just outside the living room door, facing the Italian countryside. Not a single sign of other people for miles and miles.

He took your hand, intertwining your fingers as you walked through the dimly lit path. The conversation was about it all, your new job, the F1 season so far, just like old times.

Night fell and you walked back to the chalet, the full moon giving you enough light not to need the phone flashlight.

You prepared dinner and sat in the living room to watch a movie. After you finished eating you found yourself leaning against his chest, Aladdin playing on the flat screen as his fingers softly played with your hair, and yours traced the veins on his arm around your waist. A knot in your throat, you missed this so much.

As Aladdin was kissing Princess Jazmine after defeating Jafar his finger found your chin, turning it softly towards him. You stared deep into his eyes, your breath hitched when his tongue traced his lips. You moved your hand to cup his cheek and pulled him to join your lips. The kiss was soft, but filled with emotion.

His tongue entered your mouth as you turned your body to face him completely. His hands found your thighs guiding you to straddle him.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked breaking the kiss, as much as he was dying to be with you he wanted to make sure you were ok.

"Yes" you answered leaving a soft kiss on his nose.

That was all he needed to hear and in no time you were naked, his lips traveling to the places he missed the most. The moment he entered you it was as if you were two pieces from the same puzzle.

Magical, wasn't enough to describe the weekend. You had sex in every single surface of that chalet as if you were trying to make up for lost time. Even the sex in the jacuzzi was amazing, you had heard a ton of stories discouraging you from doing it in the water but it had been one of the best experiences in your life.

It was the early hours of Sunday, and you had to leave the chalet that afternoon. Your head on Lando's chest as his fingers traced figures on your back. A sudden feeling of sadness took over your body. A couple tears escaped your eyes.

"Y/n?" Lando took your face when he felt a warm tear on his chest and you sobbed silently.

"I'm ok" You said trying to sound normal.

"Come here" He sat up, his back against the headboard and he pulled you to straddle him, this time it wasn't sexual, he just needed you close. His face showed he was as unsure as you were, bringing more tears to your eyes.

"I know" he softly said as you laid your head on his chest and finally let the tears fall freely.

When the tears had eased you lifted your head back. Seeing your red eyes and nose broke his heart.

"You're thinking the same, right?" You lowly asked as you saw his eyes starting to water.

"Complicated?" his voice hoarsed from the tears he was holding back.

"Yes"

"You seem happy in Italy"

"You seem happy in Monaco"

He nodded and you leaned your head back on his chest as fresh tears fell from your eyes.

"Having you by my side would make me happier" he softly said as his fingers played with your hair.

"Same"

You knew that for now, this was impossible. As much as you loved being with him, you loved your work, your life in Italy was amazing and you couldn't ask him to do something you weren't willing to do yourself. Maybe you didn't love him as much as you thought, but why was this hurting so much? You could feel your heart breaking into a million pieces as his chest moved in a way that let you know he was crying too.

"I'm sorry" He whispered

"Don't, it was amazing, it's just...life"

"This fucking life"

"Ok" you took a deep breath and whipped your cheeks. "We still have a few hours, let's make the most of them"

He smiled, his eyes still shining from the tears, which made you sigh. "But first" He kissed your neck. "One more?" he pulled you down grinding your body against his growing bulge.

"Let's see if we can fit two" You smiled against his lips and hugged his neck.

After leaving the chalet you stopped by a small trattoria, eating slowly, enjoying every bite. Back on the road he was driving the speed limit, trying to spend the most time together.

He parked next to your car.

"I'll help you with it" He said as he stopped you from taking your bag.

"It's ok" You tried to reach for it.

"I insist" he took a step back.

"Lan, I can do it, please" You looked up at him, your eyes watery again.

"But..."

"Thanks for this, it was magical, but I think it's time" You tried to hold back the tears, he was doing the same. He didn't say a word but handed you your suitcase.

You hugged him hard. He breathed in your scent, trying to lock it in his memory and you did the same with his.

The garage door opening interrupted the moment.

He whipped your tears and you did the same with his.

He kissed your lips softly, you knew the three words he was holding back because you were holding them back too.

"Good luck next weekend"

"Thanks, good luck at work"

You said goodbye as if you were seeing each other soon just to make it less painful, but the truth was completely different.

He watched you walk towards the elevator. you saw a faint smile on his face as the door closed.

The moment your appartment door closed Ana rushed to you, hugging you hard when she saw the heavy tears falling from your eyes.

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Master List

Hi everyone! Finally a master list. I never thought I could write more than a few stories, but here we are. Thanks for all your nice comments, likes, and reblogs, they're greatly appreciated. Will try to keep this up to date.

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Just for a second (sad ending) We should be best friends too. Part 1 |

Play with fire Part 1 |

Just a mistake 🔥 Part 1 | Part 2

Lovers at Coachella 🔥

Nightmare in Miami (Warning violence)

Charles Leclerc

Fake it till you make it Christmas time

Be Brave 🔥

Pierre Gasly

Not your type 🔥

One night only...🔥

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We should be best friends too Lando X Fem reader

Summary: Y/n is Pietra's best friend, she considers Max to be a nice guy, but who she really can't stand is Max's best friend, Lando. At Max's birthday party, Pietra asks just one thing, an easy, fun night, but with Y/N and Lando in the same room, this is almost impossible.

Warnings: Bad words and alcohol.

Word Count: 15K Notes: I suck at second parts, so I'm taking my time with the pt2 of "Playing with fire". In the meantime, here's something new. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Thanks for all your comments,

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"He's coming, isn't he?"

"Y/n, it's Max's best friend, please, please, please, no fights tonight"

"He's the one that always started them!"

"And you were amazing at going along instead of being the grownup and letting it go"

"Excuse me, who's your best friend?!"

"You, but please, just tonight, can you be extra patient with Lando?"

"I'll try"

Pietra had been dating Max for a year now, and it took four months for you to hate Lando. Almost every night you were together ended with a fight between you two. _____________________________

"Hey Mate, happy birthday!" You didn't need to turn to look at the door to recognize the voice owner. You sighed in annoyance.

"Friend of yours, I assume?" the guy standing in front of you, and whom you had been flirting with for the last hour, said with a sarcastic smile.

"Best friend" you rolled your eyes.

To keep your promise to Pietra you tried to stay away from Lando as much as possible and focus on the cute guy in front of you.

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"Let me get you a refill" Your date took the glass from your hand.

"Thanks"

"My pleasure" he winked at you and then leaned in to place a soft, quick peck on your lips. So far, the night seemed to be going better than expected, no interactions with Lando, and sex with a cute guy was coming your way.

"Isn't he a gentleman?!" His mocking voice was even more annoying.

You took a deep breath before turning around to face Lando.

"Fuck you"

"What's with the cursing? I was just making a statement, you seem to have great taste in men"

"Wish I could say the same about your date" You threw a quick glance toward the blond girl who had been all over Lando for the last 45 minutes, she had done nothing to you but you already disliked her and the childlike way she was giggling with her friends, probably talking about him.

"Ouch"

"Just move and stay away from..." you tried to walk past him but your stupid heel got caught on the carpet. Everything happened so fast. The Brit caught you mid-air, his arms around your waist as your hands fell on his torso, his black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, so your hand was against his skin.

"You ok?" You could have sworn you heard concern in his voice.

The tight grip on your waist and the feeling of his warm skin under your hand seemed to be a little too much for your alcohol-intoxicated brain to voice out a response, so you just nodded.

"If you wanted to cup a feel you could've just asked, you know you have a free pass"

And there he was again, the annoying self-centered prick.

"Please, don't flatter yourself, I would choose planking face first on the floor over this, any day." You pushed him hard, trying to shake away the feeling of his touch.

“And hurt that gorgeous face of yours?” His finger softly traced your cheek, down to your chin, but you pulled away “I would never let that happen. Also, I’ve been told my arms are nice and cozy.” He crossed his arms over his chest, making them seem even bigger.

“Too bad they are attached to a huge self-centered piece of shit like you!”

"Wow" Max's voice startled you. You had said that last phrase as the music changed from one song to another, so every person in the room had heard you, including the cute guy, who was now standing a couple steps away, staring at you.

"Y/n" the disappointed look on your best friend's face broke your heart a little.

"I'm sorry, P." You walked past Lando, took your bag, and left the flat.

A couple tears streamed down your face, falling on your cell screen as you searched for an Uber to take you home.

"Fuck!" you mouthed when the No cars Available text appeared on your screen. You closed the app and opened it again, wishing for a miracle. It was almost 2 am on a Tuesday, and getting an Uber in the middle of the suburbs was a nightmare, you walked to the end of the street, praying that from there, it would be easier to get a car, but again, nothing.

You closed your eyes and took deep breaths, trying to ease the tears, but the frustration and embarrassment were too strong.

A couple minutes later a car stopped right in front of you, from the engine sound it was a sports car, and you knew exactly who it belonged to. The driver's door opened, and you heard him walk towards you.

"Y/n" his voice was low.

"Go away" You didn't turn to look at him, your eyes were probably bloodshot from the tears, and you've had enough humiliation for one night. You opened the Uber app again to keep your sight down.

"Y/n, I'll take you home, come on" He walked to the passenger door and opened it.

"I'd rather crawl there" You answered bluntly.

Like a cruel joke, a sudden gust of wind blew against your body, and goosebumps covered your skin, it was unusually cold for July. As you walked to the threshold of the building, searching for some shelter, the bottoms of your feet reminded you of the heels you were wearing, if you dared to walk back home you might have to do it barefoot.

"Unless you're planning on going back inside, or a car has magically appear on the app..."

"How could I walk back inside there?" You cut him off "I just made a complete fool of myself because of you!" You finally turned to see him as a couple of tears threatened to fall from your eyes again. He looked down at the floor, he seemed embarrassed.

"Then please get in the car, I'll take you home...you don't have to talk to me if you don't want to" He offered you his hand.

You stared at him, he seemed honest and embarrassed. You hated yourself, the puppy eyes were actually working?

"Please, P and Max would kill me if I let you go home alone."

You sighed loudly and walked towards the car. You ignored his stretched-out hand, trying to make a statement, that you were doing it against your will.

As you got inside the car his scent hit you hard, you always claimed he used way too much cologne, but now it seemed nice, warm, almost pleasant, maybe finally being out of the cold was playing tricks on your mind.

The sound of his door shutting pulled you back from your thoughts.

When the car didn't move, you turned to look at him to find him staring back at you.

"What?" you asked in a low voice.

"The seatbelt" he answered as if it was obvious.

"Oh" you turned to pull on it as he started the car and drove away.

It was a quiet drive. From time to time, you discretely turned to look at Lando, whom you always thought was one of those annoying guys with sports cars that would find every little chance to show off, but he seemed to be a decent driver.

Your phone vibrated in your bag.

Pietra💗: Are you ok?

Y/n: Yes, I'm on my way home, I'm so sorry P 😔

Pietra 💗: Don't worry about it, Lando picked you up? He said he was going out to look for you.

Y/n: Yes 😒

Pietra 💗: Good, let me know when you get home, please don't kill him, he's truly embarrassed about how he behaved.

Y/n: Can't promise anything

"Pietra?"

"Yes" You answered without taking your eyes off the phone screen.

"Good to know I have witnesses in case I go missing" He looked at you with a mischievous grin as if you were great friends and this was an inside joke.

You turned to look at him, your face anything but friendly. Why was he acting like you were there because you were friends and not because he had been an asshole?

"Oook" He said in a low whisper and kept his attention on the road.

A few minutes later you heard a breathy laugh from the driver.

"What now?" You asked, breaking the silence.

"You look like a chihuahua"

"Excuse me?"

"You're trembling so much. Maybe you should have worn something more clothy" He stared down at your outfit, black shorts, a lacey bralette, and a matching black blazer.

"I was supposed to spend the night inside a flat"

"But you decided to throw a tantrum like a five-year-old and run out"

"It was all your fault! If you had stayed away from me, right now I would've been with..." You cut yourself off.

"With Mr. Charming?" He turned to look at you. "You just met him tonight." His tone was filled with judgment.

"Why do you care?" You turned to look at him with a raised brow. For some reason, the question threw him off balance, it was nice to be on the other end of the jokes and the messing around.

"Do you want me to care?" He turned to look at you when he stopped at a red light, your winning punch was short-lived.

"Pff, please." You were about to turn away when a sudden movement caught your attention. He turned his body towards you and his hand went behind your headrest. He stared at you deeply, and you stared back. What was he doing? He slowly moved towards you, and your breath quickened as you felt your body get warmer, why was he getting closer? Your mind screamed to move away, but your body didn't move an inch.

Your breath got caught in your throat when he was just inches away from your face.

"Here, put this on before you freeze" he whispered lowly, pulling a hoodie from behind your seat, his breath warmly caressing your blushing face. You stared at him confused.

"What?" He asked, a cocky grin on his face.

"Fuck you"

"If only I had a swear jar." He placed the hoodie on your lap and put the car in movement when the light changed to green.

You contemplated throwing the hoodie back to him, but the cold was teeth chattering, so you got it on. The smell of his cologne intensified, and it felt... it felt nice. You hated how much you seemed to like it. Maybe he had changed colognes, usually, you would find it repulsive.

He turned on the radio, that stupid grin still on his face.

You were getting close to your house, a weird feeling in your chest. Was it sadness? Why would you feel sad about getting home?

Suddenly, the car turned towards a Starbucks drive-thru.

"What are you doing?"

"You're still trembling and I'm out of hoodies, maybe coffee will help you get warm"

He got to the speaker and ordered your favorite drink and a hot chocolate for him.

“How did you know?”

“That coffee gets you warm? It’s basic knowledge, I know you think I’m stupid, but I know things, you know?”

“How do you know my coffee order?”

“Oh, umm the weekend you and Pietra stayed at my house in Mónaco I ordered coffee and P told me what you liked”

“It’s been ages since that happened"

“Yeah..." A weird look on his face, as if he had been caught red-handed. He turned to look away as he approached the window to receive the order.

"Here"

You took the warm cup off his hand. Who was this person?

You held the cup close to your body, giving in to the heat.

"Thanks" You smiled back at him.

"No problem" He drove off as you took a sip from the warm, delicious liquid.

"Is it working?"

"It is, it's nice... why are you doing this?"

"I don't want you to get sick"

"Why?"

"Because being sick sucks?"

"Why are you being nice?" You insisted

"I don't get the question"

"You've never been this nice to me. You're usually picking on me and... being annoying"

"I'm not"

"Yes, you are. You're always calling me names, saying I'm spoiled, uptight, a control freak, you also mock the guys I go out with, the music I listen to, the movies I like..."

"Weeeellll, you started with the name calling"

"Me?!"

"Uuh, yes"

“When?!”

“P’s birthday party last year”

“We had only known each other for like a month back then. What could I've done to you? I didn’t even talk to you that day."

“Well, it wasn’t TO me, but it was about me.”

You stared at him confused, and he continued.

“A friend of yours asked if you liked F1 and you said hell naw, they’re just a bunch of nepo babies that only know how to spin a wheel” He tried to mimic your voice. You were about to protest but he was right.

“In my defense, that was a private conversation... and the world does not revolve around you, I wasn't talking about you, I was talking about all the drivers"

“We’ll you were at a public party, and that statement doesn't really help your case"

You stared down at the coffee cup between your hands. This was embarrassing. Was all this feud with him your fault? You could have sworn he had started it, damn! You were a hundred percent sure it was his fault.

“Why do you hate us drivers so much?”

“It’s not you, it’s the sport… my ex was a big fan, and it ended up bad with him so..."

"...the breakup wasn't my fault" you quickly added.

"I didn't think it was" He tried to cover a mocking smile with his chocolate cup.

"Yeah, right" You rolled your eyes as a faint smile sneaked from your lips.

"Well, too bad an idiot made you hate us all"

It was seriously embarrassing, you could've sworn you were over the stupid breakup with Evan, but he seemed to still find ways to ruin your life even in an indirect way.

"I ...I'm sorry"

"That's new" He joked

"Don't make me regret saying that"

"Sorry" His big smile was kind of cute.

"But really, I'm sorry I was mean, I should not have projected my breakup on you"

"Well..." He parked in front of your building and turned off the engine. "I'm sorry I was childish and tried to get you to like me by bullying you, I swear I'm out of my 6-year-old phase"

"You wanted me to like you?"

"Yeah, you're my best mate's girlfriend's best friend, so if we're going to see each other so much, we should be best friends too. Also, you're actually nice, you don't have bad taste in music..."

"And I have a gorgeous face... your words, not mine"

The curly hair bounced as he laughed at your comment, and you could swear you saw him blushing.

"And you have a really, REALLY gorgeous face"

"Thanks" You framed your face with your hands in an exaggerated flirty way. "Sooo, drinking and driving is against the law even if it's nonalcoholic, and your house is far enough for your chocolate to get cold by the time you get there, as a peace offering, do you want to come up and finish our drinks in a warmer place?

"That would be nice" He smiled taking off his seatbelt fast, as if he was already waiting for the invitation.

He opened the car door for you and walked behind you, shielding your body from the cold British air. You had been so focused on hating him that you didn`t realize how polite and funny he was. It was like meeting a completely new person.

The elevator dinged, letting you know you had arrived at your floor. As you were about to walk out Lando grabbed your wrist and pulled you back in, making you clash against his chest, almost dropping your drink. He stared into your eyes, searching for any sign that you were uncomfortable. He must've seen the fire in his eyes reflected on yours, so he leaned in to kiss your lips, and you kissed him back.

The arm that held your cup wrapped around his neck as your free hand went to make a fist with his curls, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, and his free hand went to your neck, his fingers keeping a blood-rushing grip on it.

He broke the kiss and gave a soft bite to your lower lip.

"Sorry, couldn't help it" He sheepishly smiled as his hand moved from your neck to caress your cheek. "The sexual tension was killing me"

The elevator dinged again, and you were back down in the lobby. As the door opened, a young couple got on it. A knowing smile on their faces as they said hello.

You pushed the 7th-floor button again and stepped back against Lando's chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You could see the guy looking at the driver attentively.

"Hi, sorry to bother you, are you Lando Norris?"

"Yes" the Brit answered shyly.

"Damn, big fan, can I take a picture?"

"Sorry mate, I'm with my lady, but I can sign something for you if you want"

"Sure" He took a piece of paper from his wallet as the girl took a pen from her bag. "Thanks so much"

"Sure, mate, thanks for understanding"

The elevator dinged on their floor.

"Don't worry about it, have a good night." The couple exited and you turned to look at Lando as the elevator continued with its journey up.

"Your lady?" You asked with a raised brow.

"It sounds good, doesn't it?" He gave a small peck on your lips.

"I'll have to think about it" The elevator dinged again, and you took his hand, pulling him towards your apartment.

"Wait! Did you do all of this just so you could get inside my pants?" He pulled his shirt together, dramatically covering his chest, as you opened the apartment door.

"You wish." You answered as you pulled him inside.

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Play with fire- LN4 X Fem reader

Pairing: Lando x Y/n Fewtrell Warnings: None, pretty much just fluff. Notes: Quick blurb that just came to mind. As always, feedback is really appreciated and receiving requests,

"Ugh, you actually have to be here?" Max was 24 but when he talked to you it was as if you were 8 and 12 again.

"You didn't have to put your streaming shit on the tv room"

"You're not even watching the tv"

"You make me miss my siblings." Lando said as he leaned against the door with his hand full of chocolate chip cookies.

"Why did you have to move to Monaco, mate?" Max rolled his eyes and walked to his streaming set. He had moved back to the family home, claiming it was easier since he didn't have to clean, wash, or make his own meals, but you all knew it was because he didn't like to be alone, and when Lando decided to move, it took him a couple of weeks to realize the bachelor's life wasn't for him.

Max was busy getting everything ready for the stream, unaware of how Lando was making eyes with you as he walked towards his friend.

They started their stream, and you kept your attention on your phone.

"Hey, chat, you missed me?" Lando proudly smiled as tons of messages welcomed him back.

BobCat: I've missed you so much, Lan.

"Miss you too, BobCat"

BobCat: Those cookies look yummy.

"They're, want some?" a cheeky smile on his face.

BobCat: Sure, bring some 😏.

"Lando, you need to stop flirting with chat. How about we do some video reactions? Chat start sending videos so we can react to them, remember, keep it pg13!"

A couple minutes later, Lando stood up.

"Pause it"

"Where are you going?"

"I'm out of cookies." Lando said showing his empty hands innocently, and rushed to the kitchen.

When Lando came back, Max was too invested in laughing at a video where a poor puppy was rolling down some stairs, he didn't notice his friend approaching the gray sofa, his olive eyes focused on your figure warmly covered with a matching gray throw blanket.

"As promised" he lowly said as he stretched his arm to offer you cookies.

"Thanks" You took one, your hand softly brushing against his.

"Any time" he winked at you, and then walked to take his place next to your brother who started searching for another funny video to watch.

BobCat: Cookies are good.

A cheeky smile on Lando's face.

"Playing with fire, chat" Was all Lando said. Max was too used to chat making weird comments when Lando was around, so he just ignored it and clicked on a video from the list.

They continued with their stream, it had been almost two hours now.

"Lando, are you staying tonight" Your dad's voice made you all turn towards the door.

"Oh, no, I'm going home, thanks"

You felt a little pain in your chest at his answer.

You stayed for 20 more minutes and then decided it was time to go to bed.

"Keep it low, fart face" you said loud enough for it to be heard on stream, making everyone burst out laughing, including Lando.

"See you, Lan" You winked his way and walked to your room.

You were almost asleep when your window suddenly opened, a big black figure entered through it and a second later it fell on your floor.

"What the fuck?" You ran to the bedroom door when his voice stopped you.

"It's me, y/n, it's me" his voice was a low whisper but you recognized it immediately.

"Lando, what the fuck? You almost gave me a heart attack!" you rushed towards him to help him up.

"Sorry, climbing through windows, is definitely not my thing" he said rubbing his knee.

"Amongst other things"

"Hey!" The offended look on his face melted your heart.

"I'm kidding" You wrapped your arms around his waist as he wrapped his around your shoulders, placing a soft kiss on your hair.

"Ugh, I've waited all night for this." He inhaled deeply, the sweet smell of your shampoo was like a drug to him.

"I thought you were going home" you whispered against his chest.

"If I had said I was staying, I wouldn't be able to be here with you in my arms, instead I would've stayed next door... and your brother is not as soft as you, and he snores a lot."

"Lan, stop!" You slapped his chest softly "I'm already having a hard time believing you two are not secretly dating, and that you're just using me as a beard"

His breathy laugh made your head bounce over his chest.

"As much as I like your brother." he said kissing your forehead "You" then moved to kiss your temple "Are" a kiss to the corner of your eye " The" a kiss on your nose "Only" a kiss on your cheek "One" a kiss on your jaw "I" a kiss on your neck "Love" he finished his sentence against your lips, his words and his soft lips melting you in his arms.

The kiss quickly changed from soft and sweet to intense and needy.

He placed his hands strongly on your waist and you got the message, you jumped circling his waist with your legs.

Never stopping the tongue fight inside your mouths, Lando walked towards your bed, when he felt the mattress hit his knees he placed you softly over it.

You watched him get rid of his sweatshirt and his shirt as you did the same with your pajamas.

"Fucking gorgeous" his voice a bit too loud, as he admired your half-naked body.

"Shhh, they'll catch us!"

"Oh you're the one to talk, BobCat" he finished the sentence with a deep kiss.

"Please, Max it's completely oblivious, and I do like playing with fire"

"You know that we have to tell him, right?"

"Lan, my brother is the last thing I want to talk about when I'm about to have sex with my boyfriend"

"Right, my mistake" He said, climbing over your bed and settling between your legs, his favorite place in the world.

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Fake it till you make it - Charles x fem reader

AN: After all the posts about Charles and A from this weekend, I got this idea. Honestly, I just care about that situation because I'm nosey but don't have any real interest in it, just wanted to write this idea that popped into my head. I have no idea how tennis and sponsorships work, clearly. I lost the first draft which I liked better so I might edit this one if I remember details I missed.

Warnings: Mean social media, a bad word here and there.

Synopsis: Y/n is a talented tennis player, but has a reputation of being a party animal and that scares sponsors away, so if she wants to attend Wimbledon she's going to have to fake a relationship with a recently single golden boy.

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"You guys need to stop the bullshit and make this shit work" You always thought of this situation as a stupid game, but seeing Loraine's forehead vein about to burst reminded you that there was a lot on the line.

"But..." Charles was about to say something, from the redness on his face you knew he was as mad as the PR agent scolding you.

"No buts Charles, this is something to help you both, you knew what you were signing in to and you agreed to do this, we have 8 more months and we need this to work, so after today all I'm asking is for you to do what you're requested and stop being childish, agreed?"

You wanted to say no, maybe Charles had agreed to do this damn PR game but you were forced into it and found it stupid and insulting from your team to think that you needed to fake a relationship with some posh "athlete" to improve your image.

"I'm sorry Lor, but this is useless, we have nothing in common, ok? He drives in circles, how am I supposed to show interest in something I don't give two shits about?"

"Well, you're going to have to find a way if you want Puma to sponsor you, they're very concerned about the number of pictures of you partying and fooling around with guys all over the internet"

"They're my friends and I'm 25, they should care about what I do inside the court and not in my free time"

"And I wish I could spend the rest of my days enjoying the sun on a Spanish beach drinking margaritas but we can't all have what we want, can we?"

You were about to speak again when your "boyfriend" stood up swearing under his breath.

"Fine, whatever" he said before slamming the conference room door behind him.

Loraine let herself fall on the chair in front of you holding the bridge of her nose, it had been a long day and she was sick of it.

"Please, y/n, I wish I didn't have to do this either, but if you want to attend Wimbledon next year you're going to have to do this" She had been your pr agent for a little over a year now, and you had become friends, but this situation was idiotic.

"I just don't get it, why we couldn't do it with one of my friends? It would've been easier, at least they care about me, this guy couldn't care less, yesterday when we rode together to the track he said two words to me, "the seatbelt" and then complete silence the whole fucking ride"

"Yeah, well, the day he tried to invite you to train together you rejected him saying you were a real athlete and you didn't need him to get in the way of actual training"

You bit your cheek at the memory, in your defense, you were pretty hungover that morning and couldn't be bothered with this pr shit.

"Please?" Loraine looked at you with pleading eyes.

"Ugh, I'll try but I'm still not ok with this"

"I know, it's just until Wimbledon, you win that and this is all done"

"I don't like you right now" You stood up and walked to Charle's driver's room.

"Why should I be suffering when I'm not the one behaving like a toddler in a sugar rush?" Charles's voice made you stop as you were about to knock on his door.

"They want you to focus on your performance after the breakup"

"And me dating some brat is going to help? We need better strategies and upgrades"

"I know, and that's the team's job, but right now we just need you to focus on driving and try to convince the media that you're happily in love"

"It's going to be easier to win a fucking race in a tractor than look in love with her"

You weren't attracted to him and had no interest in having an actual relationship with the driver but his words felt like a cold punch to your chest, you couldn't be that bad, could you? You didn't want to hear any more of his rant and knocked on his door taking a deep breath trying to pretend you hadn't heard a thing.

"Come in" his dry voice made your skin crawl.

"Hi, can we talk?" His features softened, he feared you had heard him.

"I'll meet you in the garage" Andrea stood up and gave you a smile when he walked past you.

"Please" Charles stood up signaling for you to take a seat on the small sofa he had been sitting on.

"I think there's no way out of this"

"Seems like it" He leaned against the door in front of you.

"Look, I can't promise I won't say mean things, that's kind of my thing, but I will try to be nicer so we can make this work, ok?"

"I know I haven't been the best either and I'm so sorry about my behavior yesterday, I will try to do my best too"

"Sounds like a plan" You tried to give him an honest smile that probably looked more creepy than friendly but you were trying.

From that day on you two kept your word, you started easy and training seemed to be the one thing you had in common. But your gym selfies with Charles "accidentally" in the back didn't seem to convince the media your relationship was real, so you took it up a notch and started having date nights, he took you to his favorite restaurants in Monaco and the different cities during the GP's, and you tried to teach him how to cook, always uploading "candid" pics where your stuff and his were visible in the back this new plan seemed to be working little by little.

It was "date night" at your place and you were sitting on your couch scrolling through TikTok waiting on Charles when another "Charles and Y/n" edit popped up, you would usually scroll past them since you had no interest in what people had to say, if Loraine was happy it meant everything was good, but for some reason you let it play, photos of you and him musicalized with some taylor swift song playing in the back, they were mostly pictures of the beginning of the "relationship", you walking a couple steps away from him, sitting all alone inside the garage or the Ferrari hospitality and some others of you and Charles with a sour face on the way in and out the track, this pictures where surrounded by mean texts, and as if it wasn't enough, you clicked on the comments, they were even worse than the one lines, half of them claiming this was fake, the other half saying how ugly, boring, tacky and unworthy of him you seemed to be and juts a couple of them supporting the relationship.

A knock on the door startled you, you turned to look at the door as a pretty loaded Charles entered the apartment, you had given him a spare key to your place since him having to wait downstairs for you didn't seem very couple-like.

"Hi! Are you ready for the best fake date...what's wrong?" he asked worried when he saw the pained look on your face.

"Um, nothing, hi, you're early" He left the grocery bags on the kitchen counter and walked towards the sofa.

"What happened?" he asked steadily.

"Nothing, I'm fine"

"Let me see" he placed his hand in front of you and you immediately understood what he meant.

"Charles..."

"Please" If you had learned something from him this last couple of months was that he was stubborn as fuck and fighting him was pointless, so you ended up unlocking your phone and passing it to him. He looked at the screen and immediately a disgusted look covered his face.

"Why are you watching this?"

"I don't know, I usually don't but... I don't know"

"You know they're just talking out of anger and jealousy, right?"

"Well, you were on their side a couple of months ago, remember?"

"I've apologized about that, I was a dick"

"I know, and I know it's dumb that stupid comments affect me that much, I might be hormonal or something"

"Y/n, look" He threw the phone to the side and squatted in front of you taking your hands in his "This might be a fake relationship but I do care about you, and I don't want you to ever feel bad about what people say online, I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make this work, but you need to promise me that you won't let this kind of people get to you, I won't keep with this if what my fans say hurts you, it's not worth it."

You felt your eyes start watering and you swallowed the knot that had formed in your throat before answering him.

"Ok, I promise" you said in a low whisper.

"Good" He let go of your hands, he stood up pulling you up with him to hug you hard against his chest. "Don't let them hurt you" he said against your hair and then kissed your forehead. "Let's go, we have pasta to make"

He pulled you to the kitchen and started arranging all the ingredients.

"Instagram time" he said as he set his phone against a vase and took a picture of you for his social media.

CharlesLeclerc and Y/Naccount You are the best thing that's ever been mine. #datenight #imagreatchef #pastacrocante

LeclercLover I still don't buy his, worst PR stunt ever

16LoverCha I knew he was a Swifty!!!

CharlesandY/nluv Stop being jealous bitches and let them be happy.

ForzafFerrari I'm sorry but she seems dull and boring, what are you doing with her Baby?

You knew this post would let all hell loose for several hours so you turned off your phones and enjoyed the night together,

"It's getting late and we have an early flight tomorrow" he said taking the last sip of wine from his glass and picking up your empty plates.

"You know you can stay, right?"

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, plus, I got new sheets for the guest room"

"Ooohh, fancy"

You helped him with the dishes and then went to show him his room, he had never stayed the night, normally he would sneak out of your apartment and you would do the same when you went to his, but after the amazing night you have had, him staying seemed like a good way to finish it off.

"Here, need anything else?" You said leaving a towel on the bed.

"All good"

"Thanks" you hugged him and he hugged you back.

"No problem, don't ever let them make you feel bad"

"I won't" He kissed your head and you went to your room.

The next day you landed in Suzuka and it felt as if you had shifted realities, the fans were being nicer and more respectful, and some of them even brought gifts for you, maybe the plan was finally working.

The remaining months went by easily, and you and Charles developed a nice friendship.

"How do you feel?" Charles asked from the little bench inside your locker room.

"I'm shitting myself" Your statement made him laugh, he had become a big fan of your bluntness.

"You're going to be amazing, I know" he stood up and hugged you.

"Hello, am I interrupting?" Pierre peeked through the door, a white rose in his hand.

"Baby! you made it" You rushed to the door and hugged the French driver.

"Of course love, how could I miss it" He handed you the rose and took your face to kiss your lips softly.

"Hey! She's still my girlfriend!"

"Sorry mate, couldn't help it"

A month or two after the scolding session with Loraine you started hanging out with Charle's friends and he started hanging out with yours, one of those days you met his best friend Pierre, and you hit it off right away, it was crazy how perfect you were for each other. You knew it was going to be madness the moment you broke it off with Charles and announced your relationship with Pierre, but you couldn't care less, by then you would have had win Wimbledon and shown how talented you were, so who cares what the media and the fans thought.

"Y/n, you have one minute" your trainer said from outside the locker room.

"You can do it" Pierre kissed you softly

"Thanks, baby" You kissed his nose and turned to look at Charles

"Go kick some ass" he hugged you and kissed your hair.

"Thanks, boyfriend,. See you on the other side" You took your bag and rushed to the court, ready to be done with all this nonsense.

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Christmas time - Charles x fem reader

Summary: You return home for Christmas and fin yourself spending it with and old lover and his family.

Warnings: None, just fluff and some angst.

AN: From the topic, you might know since when I've been working on this but I finally decided to finish it, I was going to wait till Christmas to publish it but what the heck. As you can see I have a thing for exes, writing here it's cheaper than therapy. As always feedback it's appreciated, accepting requests, and let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list.

Christmas had always been a confusing time for you, you thought of it as too cheese but at the same time you could spend a whole weekend just watching and crying over Christmas

movies, so now that you were coming back home for the holidays after being away for so long, it felt as if you were in one of them.

You had been living in the US for 5 years, and like in all those stupid chick flicks, you had moved to the other side of the world because you wanted to escape your life after a painful breakup and the US was far enough from everyone you knew, and a certain sport your ex was part of. You were supposed to be studying there for 2 years but then the pandemic hit and you got stuck, you found a job that started as a part time but eventually became full time.

"Mom, are you serious? isn't Christmas a holiday you're supposed to spend with family?" you said as you struggle to wrap a present.

"What are you talking about? The Leclerc's are family! Don't you remember how many vacations we've spend together? the summers at the lake and winters up in the cabin? You, Lorenzo and Charles in your onesies playing in the snow as baby Arthur followed all of you around?"

Now you were kind of getting why you felt how you felt about christmas, your mom was in love with the holiday and it was cute but exhausting at the same time.

"Have you talk to them? I heard they went to the US a couple of times this year" In her defense, she had no idea you and Charles had been dating for a few months, actually as far as you knew only your best friend and Lorenzo knew about it after they found you making out in his kitchen one night after a party.

"No, we lost track of each other after I moved" you lied and returned to your wrapping task, actually Charles did try reaching out to you when he found out you moved and again when he went to race there, but you had all rights to ignore his calls and messages, the day you broke up he had been an ass.

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The fight started when you confronted him about some pictures of him at a nightclub in Austria, you had no problem with him having fun after a stressful weekend, the girl grinding her ass against his body, his hand on her waist and the fact that it wasn't the first time this had happened, was the problem.

"It was a fan, I didn't want to be rude", Clearly this superstar status had gone to his head. "They don't know I have a girlfriend! You want me to be rude?"

"And who decided we shouldn't tell anyone?"

"You know why I don't want them to..."

"Yeah, yeah protecting our privacy, I would buy that story if you weren't going around the fucking world letting girls grind against you every five fucking minutes!"

"Well, I don't know what to tell you, I won't change my mind about it" The defiant look on his face told you everything you needed to know and now it was your turn to make a decision.

"Don't worry, you don't have to lie to your fans anymore" You stormed out of his room, that was the last time you spoke to each other.

You cried for weeks, you actually loved him but seeing pictures of him with a different girl at parties and nightclubs after every race weekend was just too painful. It only took you a couple of weeks to realize that staying in Monaco was a bad idea, his face and name were all over the place. One day, like a miracle fallen from the sky, one of your teachers told you about a scholarship to study in the US, you didn't think it twice and applied, and two months later you were boarding a plane to New York.

A couple of days after you arrived to the US, Charles tried every posible way of getting in touch with you, but you sticked to your decision and ignored all his messages.

You couldn't actually say you had fallen out of love, the good moments had been amazing and those you would cherish forever. _______

"I don't have anything to wear tho" it was a lame excuse but you really wanted to escape the awkward christmas weekend your mom had planned.

"Oh, don't worry about it, I bought you a cute dress, it's in your closet!"

You finished loading the van with the tons of things your mom wanted to take for the weekend-long stay at the Lecrerc's cabin and finally went upstairs to deal with the stress of seeing your ex, you threw yourself on your childhood bed and closed your eyes.

"Hi sweety, can I come in?" Your dad knocked on your door.

"Dad! Of course" You rushed to hug him

"I missed you so much" he said as he kissed your head.

"Miss you too"

"You need to come more often" he brushed your hair like he used to when you were little.

"I know, I wish I could"

"Honey, don't forget to try on the dress" Your mom yelled from downstairs and you sight in exhaustion, you loved your mom but spending the holidays with your ex and his family wasn't on your list for a great christmas.

"I know, but Pascale has been really nice to your mom now that you've been away, you know how much she misses you"

"I was expecting to be just with you guys"

"C'mon sweety, this will be fun. Aren't you excited to see a certain Leclerc?" a mischievous smile on your dad's face made your heart fall to your feet.

"What are you talking about?" you almost choked on your own saliva.

"Darling, we all knew about your crush on Lorenzo, it was endearing" you unclenched your jaw when you heard Lorenzo's name. Your dad wasn't wrong tho when you were like 5 or 6 you had a crush on your friend's big brother; it was natural, you used to spend a lot of time at their house, and he was older and very attractive.

"That was a long time a go, dad" You smiled at the memory.

"I know, but it will be nice to spend some time all together, specially after they lost Hervé and our only daughter decided to move so far away" He looked at you with such loving eyes, you could just say yes with your head "Your mom's been quiet for too long, let me go see what that lady is up to" he hugged you again and left your room.

You walked to your closet and took the dress cover bag.

"Are you serious?" you couldn't help to say out loud as you took the red body con dress from the hanger. It was a beautiful, but it being ferrari red felt like life was mocking you. You took a couple of calming breaths as you tried to accept that you were fucked, the only "party" attire in your suitcase wasn't exactly family gathering material and it was too late to go shopping, that dress was your only option.

The next morning before the sun was up you were already in the back of your mom's van on your way to the country side, it was a two hour drive to the Leclerc's cabin, you tried to catch some sleep and fight the jet lag, but anxiety wouldn't let you and before you knew it you were parking next to a red alfa romeo.

"Oh my God!! Y/n!!! darling, what a wonderful surprise" a surprised Pascale rushed to hug you as soon as you got off the van.

"Hi, it's nice to see you too" You hugged her back, you did really like Pascale, she had always been like a second mother.

As she turned to greet your dad, you turned to your mother.

"They didn't knew I was coming?" You asked in a low voice.

"No, I wanted for it to be a cute surprise" Your mom said with a big smile and then turned to hug her best friend.

"Come on in, the boys are going to be so happy to see you" She took you by the shoulders and dragged you inside the house as you pulled your suitcase.

"I wouldn't bet on it" you thought to yourself.

"Boys! come help with the bags!" She yelled as she entered the house "Wait 'till they see you!, want something to drink?" She pulled you inside the kitchen.

"Mom, where are we putting tomorrow's dinner thi..." Charles cut himself off and stopped in the middle of the kitchen entrance when he saw you.

"Mate, move! you're in the way" Arthur pushed Charles to the side walking in with a couple of bags "Y/N!" the youngest Leclerc let the bags fall over the kitchen table and rushed to hug you.

"Hi, Art" You said almost out of breath from the tight hug. "Oh my, you look so grown up!"

"Don't be fooled, it's just the outside" Said Lorenzo as he entered the kitchen with more bags, setting them on the table and pushing Arthur away to hug you "It's so nice to see you"

"Same" You hugged him back.

"This is a Christmas miracle" Lorenzo said as he turned to look at Charles with a cheeky grin on his face, he knew exactly what was happening and he found it incredibly amusing "I'm so glad I didn't skip christmas this year" He whispered as he walked past Charles.

"Shut up" Charles whispered back.

"Hi, Y/n" Charles left the bags on the floor, walked towards you and got his arms around your body as you shily hugged him back, his scent and body heat felt so familiar like it had been just a couple of days since the last time you two had been cuddling in his bed. "It's nice to see you," he said against your ear, his soft warm breath brushing your neck giving you goosebumps.

"It's nice to see you too"

You could feel Lorenzo's sight on you as he was bitting his cheek trying not to burst out laughing at the awkwardness between you two, thank God it was only him who noticed.

All of you finished unloading the van and tried to organize the sleeping situation.

"I can totally sleep on the couch, Pascale, don't worry about it" You said as soon as she offered to give you Charles' room.

"Oh no darling, you're not sleeping on the couch, Charles can sleep with Lorenzo or with Arthur, don't worry about it"

"But..."

"Don't even try, you won't convince her, let me" Said Charles taking your bag from your hand and walked up the stairs.

You followed him to his room. As soon as you walked in a thousand memories rushed trough your mind, during your relationship you had gone up to that cabin a few times, it was the only place you two could be alone.

"Thanks" You said in a low voice when he left your bag on his bed.

"You're welcome" He turned to look at you, you held his gaze a couple of seconds before his beautiful green eyes got your heart rushing a thousand miles and you had to look somewhere else trying to catch your breath, you walked to his closet to hang the dress bag.

"I called you, several times"

"I know" You said as you awkwardly played with the plastic material.

"I wanted to..."

"Mate, mom is calling you" Arthur walked in startling both of you.

"I'll be right there"

"Now" Said Arthur and walked down the stairs.

"We should go" you nervously said and followed Art downstairs.

Your mom, Pascale, Enzo and yourself prepared lunch as your dad talked to Arthur and Charles about the last racing season.

The whole group sat to have lunch, Pascale asked you about your life in New York, your apartment, your job, your friends.

"...and is there a special someone?" your mom's friend asked with a mischievous grin on her face, you noticed how Charles tensed at the question and Lorenzo noticed too.

"Yeah, are you breaking many hearts?" Lorenzo added, softly kicking his brother under the table, Charles flipped him off discretely as he "scratched" his cheek.

"Not as many as you Enzo, are you still dating Adrianne?" You diverted the attention successfully.

After lunch everyone moved to sit outside around the deck fireplace, night came and it started snowing which meant it was time to go to sleep, there was a lot to do the next morning.

You laid in Charles's bed, his scent was as intoxicating as it was soothing, you couldn't lie, you missed that smell, once you even ended up dating a guy just because he used the same cologne.

After an hour of trying to fall asleep and failing miserably at it, you gave up and decided to go prepare yourself a hot cup of tea. You got your robe on and walked down to the kitchen.

You prepared your tea and went to sit outside by the fireplace, the snow had stopped, it was cold but a couple of logs were still burning to give just enough heat to make it enjoyable.

"You're going to catch a cold" Charles' voice scared you, making you spill some hot tea over your hand.

"Ahhh, ouch"

"Shit!" Charles rushed to your side taking some snow from one of the chairs, he kneeled in front of you and placed the snow over your hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't meant to scare you" he turned to look at you.

"It's ok" He kept his hand on yours, and you stood still for a while as the snow melted between your hands.

"I'm sorry" he said again.

"It's ok, it wasn't that hot anymore"

"I'm not talking about the tea" his voice in that low pitch that let you know this was a serious matter.

"Charles, you don't need to... I don't...I'm.." You had no idea what to say, you had rehearsed this conversation a thousand times in your head and had worked amazing responses to every possible apology or complaint, but having him right there, kneeling in front of you with his hand caressing yours was just too much for your brain to process, you couldn't even look at him.

"Listen, I was an asshole, I let stupid ideas get to my head, I did a lot of stupid things, and I've regretted them every single day since the moment you walked out my door."

"Y/n" he took your chin and made you look up at him "I'm sorry, I've missed you so fucking much" your chest moved faster, no coherent thought in your mind.

"It's getting cold, we should go inside" you removed your hand from his and walked directly to his room without looking back. You were overwhelmed, you still had feelings for him, but it had been too long, you had a life in New York. It broke your heart to think that maybe you had wasted your only chance to be with him.

It was around 3 or 4 am when you finally cried yourself to sleep.

A soft knock on the door woke you up.

"Come in" you sat on the bed and tried to fix your hair.

"Good morning" Lorenzo walked in the room, a tray in his hands with a cup of coffee and a couple pancakes.

"Hi, thanks" You took the tray from his hands and took a small sip of coffee, it was so good.

"You're welcome, I figured that after staying up late you could use some breakfast in bed" You looked at him confused.

"My window it's right above the deck"

"Oh, sorry about that"

"Don't worry about it. But, he really is sorry, you have no idea how many times he begged for me to call you, he knew you would answer my calls, but to be honest I didn't think he deserved you then"

"And now?"

"I've been to New York, it ain't that cool, and I would love to see you around Monaco and the tracks more often" He winked at you and walked out of the room.

You had your breakfast in bed as you tried to figure out what the fuck were you supposed to do with what you felt and what Lorenzo had told you. It was almost noon, you had a shower and finally walked downstairs to help with the Christmas preparations for that evening.

The smell coming from the kitchen was amazing, your mom and Pascale were the greatest cooks you've ever met, actually, their food was one of the things you missed the most after you moved.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I ordered some bread from the town and I think we might need a couple more wine bottles" Pascale said as she looked at a message on her phone.

"I can go pick it up" You offered, you were used to being questioned by your mom every time you called home, but now there were two of them bombarding you with a ton of questions, making you feel a bit overwhelmed, so a lonely trip to the village seemed like a great way to take a breather.

"Darling, I don't know, you haven't driven on this side of the road for a while, and the road might be snowed" If only your mother knew how many times you had taken Charles's car out for a spin and done pretty reckless stunts.

"I can drive you" Charles offered walking in the kitchen.

"Yes, let Charles drive you" Great, it had gone from bad to worse.

"But...ok" You knew trying to convince your mom to let you go on your own was a lost cause and saying no to the offer would seem weird and offensive, you took your jacket and walked outside.

You both were so nervous, the only sound in the car was the music coming from the speakers, you couldn't help to look at him out of the corner of your eye, he was tense as he kept a tight grip on the steering wheel and you found it incredibly attractive, one of the things you enjoyed the most when dating Charles was looking at him as he was driving, the way his hands worked the steering wheel and his sight focused on the road was something that turned you on.

You finally got to the village and walked inside a small store, you split the list of things and walked your own way to get them all.

"Y/n?" someone called your name behind you.

"Oh my, Ed, hi!" You hugged the guy standing behind you, he had been one of your uni classmates.

"It's so nice to see you, how's everything, how's New York?"

"It's good, how are you?"

"Same old, same old, how long are you going to be here? We should go get a coffee or something"

"Y/n" Charles spoke before you could answer "Two chardonnays should be good? we have 3 merlots at home" He said showing the two wine bottles he was holding in his left hand, as his right arm grabbed you nonchalantly by the waist.

"Oh, sorry mate, hi, Charles" Charles left the wine bottles in the shopping cart and extended his hand to shake Ed's but kept his arm around you.

"Hi, no worries, you are... Charles Leclerc"

"Yeah"

"Wow, uhm, big fan"

"Thanks" Charles smiled at your friend, from the outside this all seemed innocent and nice, but you knew he was marking his territory. "We need to hurry, we still need to stop by the bakery" He said looking at you in a way that made your heart skip a beat, it had been so long since he had looked at you in that way.

"I should go too, I still got some presents to buy, it was nice to see you y/n, and nice to meet you Charles, good luck on the next season"

"Thanks, mate, appreciated" Charles shook his hand, and as you took a step forward to kiss your friend goodbye, his arm never left your body. When Ed was out of sight you turned to look at Charles inquisitively as he took the spices from your hand and placed them in the tiny shopping cart.

"Let's go" He pushed the cart as if nothing had happened and walked to the register.

"Stop looking at me like that" he finally said as you were on the drive back to the cabin.

"That was low"

"I don't know what you're talking about" he faked innocence.

"Make him think we're together, that was low"

"You went with it, didn't you?" You instantly blushed at his comment.

"I did it just so you wouldn't look like a fool"

A soft breathy laugh left his mouth as he turned to stop in a hiking trail parking lot.

"What are you doing?" you asked confused as he turned off the car.

"Come" he got off the car, confused you did as he said, he leaned against the hood of the car and you walked towards him.

"Charles?" You asked as you stood a safe distance from him, your arms crossed over your chest.

"We need to talk"

"Charles, please, I..." You rubbed your eyes in slight despair, you were pretty much in the middle of nowhere there was no escaping from him this time.

"Please, just listen to me, if when I'm done you don't want to talk about it anymore, we'll get in the car and we never talk about this ever again, but right now, just listen to me, ok?" his beautiful green eyes made you weak and you couldn't say no.

"Ok"

"Y/n, I really am sorry, I swear nothing happened with any of those girls, I never cheated on you..."

"Charles..."

"Shut... up!" His voice was a soft growl as he took you by your arms and pulled you a little closer to him, you stared into his eyes, frozen "Please, listen to me, I know I've said I'm sorry like a million times in the last 24 hours, but I really feel like I owe you so many apologies. I was an asshole, I could try to explain myself but at the end of the day I was young and stupid, and I let this "famous driver" shit get to my head, I lost myself, and on the way, I ended up losing the most amazing and wonderful woman ever. I pushed you away and you had all right to kick me out of your life, but please, if there's just one small part of you that would like to try this again, please, I'm begging you, just give me one more chance, please"

You felt your heart rush, you had thought about this moment a million times, and 90% of them the answer was negative, not because you didn't love him, but because you could see how happy he was without you, winning races, taking pictures with fans, partying with the rest of the drivers, having the freedom he seemed to miss when he was with you.

"Y/N?"

"How do I know this isn't going to end up badly? You've been single for the last 5 years, are you sure you want to give up all you have?"

"I'm not the same idiot you left 5 years ago, I swear, I don't need anyone but you, I don't WANT anyone but you" He pulled you closer, his arms around your waist in a tight hug as you keep your arms crossed over your chest trying to put as much distance between you two. "I know I'm asking for a lot, you have a life somewhere else and I swear I wouldn't be asking for another chance if I didn't actually mean it, I swear on everything that's sacred for me, that I'm going to do my best to make this work and make you the happiest girl in the world, but please give me another chance"

"Are you sure this isn't just the holiday blues? what if I hadn't come this Christmas, would you feel the same?" Your rational side fighting hard against the side that just wanted to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.

"Do you really think I just came up with this?" A soft smile escaped his lips as he unhooked one of his arms from around your waist and took his cell phone from his jacket, he clicked around for a bit, then turned the screen towards you as he slowly scrolled through the screen, there were dozens of undelivered messages, you could only catch a few words but most of them were of how much he missed you and begging for you to forgive him and come back. "The last one is from last week, I've missed you every day for five years"

You turned to look at him, this movement from your head making the tears that flooded your eyes fall down your cheeks. He got his phone inside his jacket and cleaned your tears with his fingers.

"I love you, y/n, and you can say no, I don't want to force you to do anything, you don't even have to give me an answer right now, but just think about it, ok?"

You couldn't talk and you just nodded your head.

"Good, now let's go, it's getting dark" He leaned in and kissed your lips so softly that if your eyes had been closed you would have doubted it ever happen. He led you to the passenger seat, opened the door for you, and then went to get inside the car.

You drove in silence again, you knew your answer but were you making the right decision?

As he pulled next to your parent's van you fixed yourself as much as you could.

"Darling, what took you so long?" Pascale walked towards you to help with the bags.

"Sorry, I found an old friend and caught up talking" You excused yourself before Charle could say anything.

As the boys helped with setting the table and bringing in more wood for the fireplace, you couldn't help to notice how good was the relationship between your dad and the Leclerc boys, he had turned into their father figure and it filled your heart, you knew this kind of relationship between your dad and any other guy in your life was going to be impossible. Tears started forming in your eyes again.

"All done" you said setting the last couple of cookies on the cooling rack "I'm going to get dressed" You quickly removed the apron and rushed upstairs before anyone could notice your watery eyes.

As you walked inside the bedroom you saw a small red box on the bed, you took it and opened it slowly to find a beautiful gold tuberose necklace and a handwritten note inside.

"I've had this for years and I finally got the chance to give it to you, I remember that night you called our love a "Tuberose love" because it seemed it only bloomed hidden in the dark, but this is a gold tuberose, it can bloom day or night, as long as it's around your neck.

I love you, always,

Charles"

You cried and held the beautiful necklace in your hand.

You showered and got ready, you looked at yourself in the mirror, the red dress looked better than you ever imagined, maybe that Ferrari red wasn't a bad idea after all, maybe that color could grow on you again. You got the necklace around your neck, the gold piece shining perfectly over the fabric.

"Come on kids, it's time" Your dad yelled from downstairs, you took a last deep breath and walked down to meet everyone.

Charles' eyes lit up as soon as he saw you enter the dining room, his sight focused on the gold detail hanging from your neck and he couldn't help to smile, he pulled the chair by his side and gestured you to take a seat next to him.

You sat by his side as everyone else took their places, he looked around and you took his hand under the table, he turned to look at you and you noticed his eyes were red as if he was about to cry.

"All good?" you whispered worried

"Never been better" he smiled and gave your hand a little squeeze.

You had dinner, the best Christmas dinner to date.

It was close to 3 am when the parents decided it had been enough for them and left for bed, Lorenzo and Arthur went to get some more wood and Charles took the chance to sit next to you on the living room floor, putting a blanket over your bodies as he placed his arm around your shoulders.

"Thanks" you said taking the necklace and looking at it.

"You're welcome, I'm glad you liked it" He kissed your hair.

"I love it... not as much as I love you, tho" You finally said, his face turned fast to look at you as you turned to look at him.

"So... you...uhm" He stutter

"Did I just make Charles Leclerc stutter?" you smiled teasingly.

"Shut up" he said as he took your face and pulled you in for a kiss, that kiss you had waited for so long.

"What the hell?" Arthur yelled as he dropped the logs on the living room floor.

"Well, this time it can't be a secret, this one can't keep his mouth shut" Said Lorenzo leaving the logs next to the fireplace.

"This time? why am I always the last one to find this shit out!?, You have a lot of explaining to do" Said Arthur inquisitively as he sat across from you.

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Just a mistake pt2 Lando / Charles x Fem Reader

Part 1

Warnings: Angst mostly, nothing explicit.

AN: Hello everyone, sorry it's taken so long to update but I loved how the first part came out and being my worst critic I don't love the second and third parts. Here's the second part, it's a bit on the longer side, probably the third part will be shorter. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.

All the comments are greatly appreciated, taking requests, I need some inspiration to get rid of my writer's block.

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That morning when you came back to your hotel room Charles almost cracked your ribs from how hard he hugged you, thankfully the conversation was short, mostly him apologizing and you trying not to loose your shit and confess your crime. You made a deal that he’ll try to support you more and take your needs in consideration, and you’ll speak up as soon as you felt that he was going back to his old habits.

You tried to live a normal life, keep that night away from your head, but you checking your phone for any notification from Lando was like a fucking natural reflex. You kept lying to yourself claiming it was all friendly, you where just sharing memes, tiktoks and the ocasional conversation, but one night his name left your mouth in a low moan, you were dreaming of him, his hands roaming your body and his lips soothing every inch of your skin, luckily Charles was dead asleep and he didn't hear it.

You kept all of this hidden until one night you found yourself frustrated, Lando had left you on read for two days now, you were so upset you couldn't hide it from your fiancé.

"Baby, are you ok?" He softly hugged you from behind while you were brushing your teeth.

"Yeah, all good" You bent to rinse your mouth.

"Are you sure? Do you want to talk about something?" He was worried he had returned to his old habits.

"Yes baby, work's been crazy and I feel a bit overwhelmed that's all" You faked a smile looking at him trough the mirror.

"Poor bebe, maybe you need something to blow off some steam" He started kissing your neck and his hands traveled from your waist down between your legs.

"Babe, sorry I... I just don't feel like it, I'm sorry" you looked down at the sink, you knew this was bad, you not wanting to have sex with Charles because of being mad at Lando.

Charle's hands returned to your hips and he turned you around, your face still looking down now starring at his bare chest, he softly took your face and made you look at him.

"Amour, never apologize for not wanting to have sex, you don't have to do something you don't want to...ever"

He kissed your forehead and hugged you tight against his chest, this made you feel even worse, why were you rejecting sex with your boyfriend just because some other guy had left you on read?

You couldn't sleep that night, you knew this "thing" was getting out of hand and it was damaging your relationship, so you decided to cut all communication and focus on fixing things with Charles.

A couple of days later Lando messaged you apologizing for the disappearance, you stared at the notification wondering if you should say something but if you did the temptation to keep in touch with him would be too strong, so instead you silenced him , pretty dick move from you, but you were willing to do what ever it took to save your relationship.

After that day you managed to escape a couple GP's with the excuse of having a lot of work and wedding stuff, but in reality you just wanted to avoid anything that had to do with Lando, that night was probably the biggest mistake of your life, not only had you betrayed your fiancé, you also had opened the door to feelings you had no idea were there, things you were supposed to feel just for your soon to be husband.

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It had been almos 3 months since your night with Lando and anxiety was eating you alive, you were standing with your back against Charles' chest in the garden of fancy house on the outsides of Monaco, it was a lovely day in a lovely place, it was Carlos' birthday and that meant a certain brit was going to be there.

"Mon amour, are you ok?" Charles asked in your ear as he covered your hand with his, stopping your fingers from tapping against the wine glass for the second time in less than an hour.

"Yes, sorry, I think I had too much coffee this morning” you faked a smile and softly kissed his lips trying to distract him from your weird behavior.

You and Charles were chatting with some of his engineers when you heard Carlos scream.

"Landoooo" the familiar scream made you all turn towards the door that lead to the garden where Lando was jokingly pushing the spanish driver towards a tiny pond, just at the sight of him the weird mix of excitement and anxiety returned hitting you like a wave.

Then you heart fell to your feet when his arm got around the waist of a girl in a tiny pink dress as he introduced her to Carlos and Isa.

Lando's eyes met yours, you quickly turned to look back at whoever was talking in your group but you could feel his sight fixed on you and he had a good reason, the dress you were wearing had been strategically chosen, it was a long flowery wrap dress, the fabric light enough to move with the soft wind blowing that afternoon, leaving your right leg slightly uncovered, the string straps turning into a v neckline framing your breasts making them look amazing, specially from the side where Lado was standing.

"Hi" His voice made you jump.

"Hey, Mate" Your fiancé hugged the driver as you discretely took a deep breath trying to slow down your heartbeat, you finally turned to say your hello's but no matter how much you tried to prepare yourself for this moment those green eyes took your breath away.

"Hi" you faked a smile and kissed his cheeks, your lips felt on fire.

"This is Victoria" Lando said avoiding the label.

"Hi" The beautiful girl greeted your fiancé with a double kiss on the cheeks, she then turned towards you and did the same, she seemed nice and friendly still you felt something you could only describe as spite towards her. They started greeting the rest of your group and you took Charles' almost empty glass.

"Let me go get us a refill, baby"

"Uh, oh, ok, want me to go with you?" he said confused by your sudden offer.

"No babe, it's ok" you gave a quick peck on his lips and almost ran towards the bar.

Lando watched you walk away as he tried to keep up with the conversation in front of him.

Everyone sat to have dinner, Lando and his date were seating a few chairs away which you were thankful for, just the sight of the girl touching and hugging him made your skin crawl, it was childish but you couldn't help it.

The Happy birthday song was sung and a little after dinner was done. Every one returned to chatting around the garden, against your own conscious will you found yourself looking around for Lando, when you saw him he was standing behind his date who was seating next to Isa, his hand rested on her shoulder and she was caressing it, he then bent over and kissed her hair, you felt a hard punch to your chest that took your breath away.

"I need to use the bathroom" you whispered to Charles and walked inside the house trying to hide the tears flooding your eyes, you needed to escape that place but it was still too early, the party was just starting and it would be disrespectful to leave. You walked up some stairs and entered the first room you found.

Lando had been following your moves all afternoon just like that night at the club, he missed you so much, just the sight of you got his heart rushing, he had lost count of the times he had typed a message asking to see you but then deleted it, if only he could forget how good it felt to have your skin against his, he was sure you were made for each other. Right after he dropped you off to your hotel he actually thought you were going to break things up with Charles and run to him, he waited for a few days but instead you ended up avoiding him entirely.

He was standing behind his date, pretending to pay attention to the conversation between her and Isa when out of the corner of his eye he caught you staring at him, in a childish move he bent down and kissed Vicky's head, he saw you walking inside the house and knew it was his moment, Vicky was very entertained with Isa and he could try to finally talk to you.

"I need to go to the toilet, be right back" he whispered to his date and walked inside the house looking for you.

You had found what looked like a guest room and stood there looking out the window, you could see almost everyone, including your fiancé talking to a group of people, you had been gone for a few minutes and he hadn't noticed, it was usually like this, every time he started talking about the car with an engineer or a mechanic he could spend hours in that conversation, something you were thankful for right now since it gave you time to feel as miserable as you needed in the loneliness of that room.

"Y/n" You turned to look at the door to see Lando closing it behind him.

"What are you doing here?" your thoughts escaping your mouth before you could stop them, he did blurred all common sense inside your head.

"Nice to see you too" you could see slight sadness in his eyes as he stood a few steps away from you.

"Sorry, I didn't meant it like that"

"I hope so" he whispered to himself.

You both stood in silence.

"How are you?" he finally asked, taking a few steps towards you, his closeness making your heart and chest move in a quicker pace.

"Good" You turned to look out the window trying to hide how affected you were by just his presence.

"Liar" That single word bringing steamy flashbacks of that night, giving you goosebumps, you closed your eyes trying to fight the memories.

"Please, stop" your hands instinctively grabbing the window frame searching for some grounding support.

"What? I'm not doing anything, I just...I miss you" he stopped a few feet away but still his scent hit you hard and it was intoxicating.

"A lot" he kept talking as he took a few more steps towards you, you knew if he got any closer you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from jumping into his arms, not when he was looking like he did, the black shirt fitting him tight in the right places, slightly opened at the top leaving some of his chest visible, his curls wilder, victims of the Monegasque humidity and his hands, those damn hands you had dreamed of more times that you would ever admit.

He was aware this was a dangerous game too, his fingers burning with desire, his eyes glued to your body as the sunset light coming trough the window framed every curve.

"I better go" you tried to walk past him but his hand was faster and in an involuntary move he took your arm pulling you close to him.

"Wait, don't go, please" He begged.

"Lando, please, I have to go" you turned to look down trying to escape his beautiful green eyes, you were so close to give in.

"Why?" he whispered in a low growl.

"This is wrong"

"Why? we're not doing anything" "You know why, we shouldn't be here" You tried to free yourself again, but his grip got tighter.

"Well, we wouldn't be here if you hadn't disappeared from the face of the earth for months and if you hadn't avoided me down there" a soft hint of spite in his voice.

"I didn't disappear, I've been busy with work and..."

"Bullshit, don't even..." he cut you off "That lie might work with the rest of the world, but we know you're avoiding me, and as far as I remember you were the one asking me not to be a stranger" the authoritarian note in his voice bothered you, he had left you on read for three days because he had gone on a vacation with Max and some other friends and now he was the one offended by your silence.

"I don't know why you're so upset about it, you were too busy to answer a text anyways... Well now I can see why"

"What?" he asked confused

"I guess girls are keeping your hands pretty full, why would you care about one more?" It had worked, inviting Victoria actually worked, this thought brought a cocky smile to his face and you felt the urge to punch it away.

"Jealous, baby?" he looked at you with a cocked brow.

"Lando, please" You rolled your eyes and turned towards the door, now you really needed to get out of there before you exposed yourself more, plus this new cocky mode looked way too good on him. But before you could take another step, he pulled you back, now from your waist, and held you tight against his body, one hand keeping a tight grip on your waist as the other held your neck.

"I've got to admit, I've missed you saying that, although I liked it better when you were saying it with much less clothes and in a higher pitch" he whispered in your ear and you gasped as you felt blood rush to your cheeks and between your legs.

You held your breath for a second taking in everything that was happening, his hand on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin over the fabric, your hand on his hard chest as his body heat made you feel warm and safe, his green eyes almost piercing yours, his lips so plumped and inviting.

Fuck it, you thought to yourself and finally threw yourself at him, your lips finally touching his, easing the burning sensation.

You both were like a starved man that got presented with the most delicious banquet, your tongues dancing inside your mouths, lips being pulled and bitten, his hands roaming your back getting under the thin straps to finally touch the skin he had craved for so many days and nights. He pushed you against a wall and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He moved his lips down to your neck as you made fists with his curls.

A familiar laugh coming from the window made your brain change gears into overdrive, memories of every decision that had brought you to this moment flooding your head.

That first time you met Charles in preschool, the first time you held hands at a field trip, there was a picture of that moment, you two looked pretty disgusted but both your parents loved to call it the perfect picture showing you were meant for each other, then moving away when you were 9 because of your dad's job, not spending more than a year or two in one place, moving around so much you couldn't make any real friends, moving back to Monaco for uni because it was the only place that actually felt like home. Then that night your roommate invited you to a house party of one of her best friends, that's where you met, when you first saw him you couldn't quite remember who he was but you knew you had seen him before, after a couple of drinks you were waiting outside the bathroom wondering was was taking the person inside so long.

"Everything all right?" that familiar boy asked you.

"I don't know what's taking so long" you said and knocked on the door again.

"Wait a damn minute" a drunk girl's voice was heard from inside and you could only sight in desperation, you really needed to pee.

"Ok, come with me" he placed his hand on your upper back, a nice change from the usually annoying and uncomfortable lower back location other guys loved to used.

"But I really need to..." you signaled the bathroom as you were being walked towards the stairs at the back of the hallway. "I don't think we should be up here" You said as he led you inside one of the rooms and opened the door to a bathroom. "I can totally wait for the other bathroom, what if they find us here" you said nervously crossing your legs trying not to pee yourself over what seemed like a very expensive carpet.

"Just go" He pushed you inside the bathroom and closed the door, you couldn't wait anymore so you just used this probably off limits bathroom, he seemed pretty confident moving around the place so you could blame it on him if you got caught.

"Done, we should ..." you spoke as you exited the bathroom but stopped talking when you saw him laying comfortably on the bed, his shoes off and scrolling trough his phone, that's when you finally stopped and looked around the room, a couple of race car art, little trophies on a small shelve and then a couple of pictures of the guy with other two boys, they looked so much like each other.

"This is your room" you finally caught up to the situation.

"Yes" He said with a smile.

"Ooooohh...Good" you looked around and an old picture caught your eye "Is this you?" you signaled the small frame on his nightstand.

"Yes, my first day of school, those are my parents"

"Now I know where I know you from! we wen't to preschool together, Miss. Eloise's class"

"Right! that's why you looked so familiar, but you left before 7th grade, right?"

"Yes, moved to France"

"Why?" He sat on the bed and palmed the space in front of him, you sat there and that's where it all started,

You spend the rest of the nigh talking about your life, how you had moved a lot and how he was used to traveling too because of his racing career.

You started going on casual dates, first with friends, then jus the two of you, and finally became boyfriend and girlfriend after a couple of pictures of you together at the Monaco GP flooded social media and you gave the people what they wanted.

A couple of years later, that night in Cancun when he asked you to marry him, then the engagement party and finally the fight at the hotel room, you slamming the door on your way out as Charles kept on screaming behind the closed door.

Anxiety washed over you, you cursed every decision you had made that brought you to this moment, you making out with your fiancé's friend at his teammate's birthday party.

"Lando, wait" you tried to pull him away from you but he was caught up in the moment, so drunk in your taste and essence.

"Lando, stop please" you begged, Charle's laugh resonated again turning your anxiety into pure panic.

"LANDO, STOP!!!" You yelled as you unhooked your legs from his waist and tried to reach the ground but he was holding you high against the wall so you could only kick your legs around trying to get him to bring you down.

"What, why?!" He finally left your neck but didn't bring you down, until he looked at your face, it was covered in tears and panic filled your eyes. "Oh shit, are you ok?" he finally put you down and grabbed your face gently, but you couldn't stop crying.

"Please y/n, talk to me, I'm so sorry, did I hurt you? I thought you wanted this too, I ... I ..."

"It's ok, Lando, I just" you said between sobs, but you couldn't speak more than a couple of words before you started crying again.

Carlos was walking towards the bathroom when he heard you scream so he headed upstairs to see what was happening.

"Is everything ok" the spaniard opened the door slowly as he peaked inside the room. He stared at the scene with a confused look on his face but not as shocked as anyone would expect.

You turned towards the wall, wiping your tears with the back of your hand trying to fix your most likely ruined makeup.

"what happened?" Carlos mouthed to Lando.

"I don't know" Lando shyly mouthed back.

"Lando, Vicky's looking for you, you should go find her" Lando looked at him in shock, why was he kicking him out of the room?

"But, I...she" he turned to look at you.

"I'm ok, you should go" You finally turned and looked at him.

"Are you sure, I'm sorry, I really thought you, well us, I.." He was so confused, he had been taken to heaven and then back to hell in just a few seconds.

"It's ok" your hand softly caressed his cheek "You did nothing wrong" you whispered and looked him in the eye, it hurt you to see them flooded with pain and confusion but it was for the best, you had gone too far, again.

"Ok" Was all he could say as he walked out the room in shock, he was walking away from the love of his life for the second time.

As soon as the door closed behind him you broke down again and Carlos rushed to hug you tight against him.

"It's ok, preciosa, let it all out" He caressed your back as you cried your eyes out, you had bottled up all the emotions, the doubts, the pain, and feeling Carlos' affection finally broke the veil, finally you could let it all out.

After a couple of minutes you stoped crying, he brought you to sit on a sofa inside the room and he sat by your side, keeping a tight grip on your hand.

"I'm so sorry about all this Carlos, you should be downstairs enjoying your party, not here with my pathetic ass"

"It's ok, you're my friend and I don't mind being here at all, I would love to help you, you can talk to me if you want to" You turned to look at him, it wasn't until now that you noticed how calm he was for someone who had found his teammate's girlfriend making out with his best friend.

"You know?"

"Not every single detail but yeah, some of it, Lando is my best friend and I've always known he has a crush on you, then the night we were at the night club he told me he was taking you to your hotel but Isa saw you getting out of his car the next morning so it wasn't hard to connect the dots, specially when he was falling asleep mid golf game that same morning"

"Oh God, I'm a piece of shit"

"I don't agree"

"Why? what I'm doing is bad, I'm breaking Lando's heart and still I can't seem to get away from him, and I'm marring Charles but I... I can't stop thinking about Lando, and I don't know what to do anymore" you covered your face with your free hand and felt tears flooding your eyes again.

"Listen, tranquila (calm down), I don't think this makes you a piece of shit"

"it's good to know the only person that knows about this doesn't hate me"

"Nobody knows about this?"

"No, just you"

"You have been dealing with this on your own? Why? It's a lot"

"Well, I have no one to talk to about this, all my friends are Charles' friends, I met them trough him and everybody loves him, sometimes I think my parents love him more than they love me. Perks of dating the country's golden boy, right?" You said with a sarcastic laugh.

"Well you have me, and I don't hate you, I think you're just confused, you have a lot of feelings and thoughts in your head. Something that works for me when I'm feeling overwhelmed it's to take a step back, take some time on my own and think."

He was right, you needed some time on your own, since day one the wedding situation had been overwhelming and you thought it was normal since it was a big step in your life, but then this thing with Lando happened and added fuel to the fire of your doubts.

"Thanks" You hugged Carlos and he hugged you back, not letting you go until you were ready. "We should go back down, they're probably wondering where the birthday boy went"

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes, thanks" He gave you one last big hug and you both went back to downstairs, you stopped at the bathroom and tried to fix your hair and makeup as much as you could and then went looking for Charles.

"Mon amour, where were you?...Are you ok?" He took your face soflty with both of his hands.

"Yes, I just have migraine, do you mind if we go now?"

"Sure, let me go get your things" Charles went to get your bag and coat, after you said your goodbyes to Carlos and Isa you got into Charles' Ferrari and drove away from the beautiful state.

You could still taste Lando on your lips, his hand felt as if it had been carved on your skin, it was like taking a fix from a drug and now it was time for the fall, feeling guilty, confused and in pain.

All of the sudden the car made a sharp turn into a dirt road.

"Charles!" You screamed as you held from the console and turned to look at him, he hit the brakes hard keeping his sight forward and a strong grip on the wheel.

"Charles?" You asked again in a lower tone.

"I can't with this anymore" His voice so low, it was almost as if he was talking to himself.

"What?" You heart started rushing a thousand miles an hour.

"I can see you're struggling with something and I swear I've been trying to respect your privacy, give you time and space to work things on your own but it's hurting me, my own girlfriend doesn't trust me" TA single tear fell from his eye, that one tear was enough to make you cry too, you knew this was the moment but it was harder than you thought.

"What is it y/n?"

You tried to pick the right words.

"Please, say something" His voice breaking at the end.

"I don't know if I want to get married" You whispered, which in the silence in the car felt like the loudest scream.

“Get married or marry me?”

“Charles, I…”

“Please, just tonight, I need you to be honest with me, please” His voice filled with frustration

“Marry you” you held your thighs hard feeling your nails pierce your skin over he fabric.

“Is it something I did? I swear I’ve tried to ch…”

“No, Charles, nothing like that!” You instinctively grabbed his arm but quickly returned your hands to your lap, “You’ve been nothing but amazing, and I’m so sorry about everything that happened in Silverstone, I shouldn’t have said what I said and I’m sorry I…” 

“It’s ok, you were right, this season has been hard and I was being too selfish” both of you stood in silence, just the low sound of the engine filling the air, you were wondering if you should come clean completely and say something about your affair, but your mind was made up, you were breaking up both ties so there was no use in causing anymore pain, if you said anything he would be losing his fiancé and his friend at the same time. 

“So, is it just the marriage that’s over or…” the pain in his voice making you want to jump out of the car.

“Charles, you deserve someone…”

“Don’t say someone better, because right now there’s no one for me better than you”

“Someone that wants to marry you, no questions asked, no doubts, no conditions, I love you, but…”

“But not enough” you just nodded with you head, you felt like a piece of shit. “I understand” he set the car on reverse and backed up the dirt road, you kept looking ahead, letting the tears fall freely down your face.

“I love you too” he said as he merged back into the road.

The ride back to your… well HIS apartment was in complete silence, not even the radio was on, both of you worried that any movement would push you over the edge.

Peace at the apartment was cut short when you started packing your things and said you were leaving to a hotel that same night, him being the gentleman he is, refused to let you be the one leaving, specially at night, he offered to stay with his mom or with Lorenzo, he even offered to ask Pierre if he could stay with him, but you knew him well, it was too soon to let people know about the break up, both of you needed time to process the situation before letting your friends and family know what had happened, also it was easier for you to check in a hotel without being recognized. He agreed to your plan just because you accepted his offer to pay for your hotel, it was going to be just a couple of days, he had to go to Marranello that same weekend and while he was out you'd be able to go to the apartment and stay there while you sorted your things out.

He helped you get your bags into your car and you hugged goodbye, you were going to miss him, but it was for the best. 

He wiped a tear from your cheek and gave one last peck on the lips.

You called in sick for two days and spend them drowned in the darkness of the hotel room, half the time you cried yourself to sleep the other half you were mad at yourself, how did you ended up here? Losing a perfect man while probably being in love with his friend, how dumb were you?

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Lovers at Coachella Lando x Fem Reader +18 NSFW

Summary: You dated Lando for a few months, it had been a year since you broke up, Max and your friends planned a trip to Coachella that turns into more than a friends get away.

AN: Hello everyone, I'm back with something I wrote today, not proof read but I felt inspired. I'm still working on the following parts of "Just a Mistake", comments are greatly appreciated and let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.

Warnings: cheating, slight smut, minors dni.

You arrived at LAX a little after 10 am, it had been an 11 hour flight from Amsterdam but you loved driving so much you decided to rent a car and drive all the way to Coachella instead of taking another flight, you were attending the festival with your friends and your "ex", another reason why you decided to drive, it gave you some time to prepare yourself to see him after the breakup a year ago.

You had dated Lando for a couple of months while you finished school in the UK, the relationship was fast and intense, but when you finished school you got a job in Amsterdam and his racing career had him traveling too much, so you decided to end things, it was a friendly breakup with a goodbye fuck, then breakfast the morning after and you two kept in touch through social media and a casual text every once in a while.

After a couple of hours you got to the airbnb Max had rented but something wasn't right, the photos he had shared were of a house big enough to fit your group of 6, but from the outside you could tell the place you had arrived to was a small apartment, the code to the key lock box worked, you opened the door slowly, afraid to be entering someone else's place, and just like you predicted it was a one room apartment with one full bed and a futon in the living room.

Your friends where supposed to be there already, and not a soul was in sight.

-Y/N Guys where are you? Max I followed the location you sent but I'm not sure I'm at the right place.

You texted to the group chat and sat on the futon, you weren't sure if you should be inside but outside was way too hot.

The beeping sound of the lock box woke you up, the golden hour light coming from the window let you know you had fallen asleep for several hours.

You checked your phone and still no answer. Everyone had left you on read, assholes. A knock on the door brought your attention back to what had woken you up, you had taken the two keys so now you had to let in whoever was outside. You walked to the door and looked through the peep hole.

"Guys c'mon, I really need to pee" Lando screamed from outside.

You opened the door and he rushed in, barely paying attention to you.

"Thank God" He threw his backpack towards the living room and rushed to the first door he found.

It was weird, the person that had you worried about this trip was the one giving you peace at the moment, at least it wasn't just you who was lost or had screwed up.

You went back to sit on the sofa and checked your phone, maybe you had no service and that's why you didn't got their answer.

"Y/N" his voice saying your name sent a shiver down your spine, you had always like how he said it. You turned to look at him and you could see a cute spark in his eyes, maybe it was just the sunset playing with his beautiful green eyes or maybe you did cause his eyes to shine in a certain way.

"Where is everybody?" he broke your chain of thought, you nervously cleared your throat before answering.

"I don't know, this is not the place Max sent, I texted them hours ago but they haven't answered"

"Ugh, I ran out of battery during the flight let me connect my phone" He went to the side of the sofa and plugged his phone, while you waited for it to come back to life you had the awkward catching up.

Finally a sound coming from his phone informed you that it was on and he called Max directly, putting him on speaker.

"Hellooo?"

"What the fuck mate, where are you? I think you got scammed...again, you suck at planning trips"

"Oh, do I? Check the group chat, call you later" Max hung up the phone and Lando looked at you matching your confused expression.

"This fucking idiot" he said looking at the screen on his phone

"What?"

"Check the chat" Lando said pinching the bridge of his nose and you did as he said.

Max F. has changed the group's name to "Lovers reunion🧡🧡, Coachella 2023"

-Max F. This week you're going to the festival, just the two of you, do everyone a favor and start dating again, we're sick of your instagram flirting and Lando's obsession with Y/N it's exhausting. Have fun ✌️

"Why are we friends with him?" Lando asked still holding the bridge of his nose trying to hide his blushing face.

"I'm not sure anymore" You said locking your phone and throwing it on the sofa.

He prepared two cups of tea so you could try to think about how the week was going to work out. At the end you decided you were going to take turns using the bed, it was big enough to fit both of you but you knew it was a dangerous game, your relationship had been spend mostly between the sheets and your conversations consisted in moaning each others names and whispering sweet nothings into each other's ear, so sleeping in the same bed, specially after a couple of drinks, was risky.

When you finished the cup of tea you went to the supermarket to buy groceries for the rest of the week, Lando was doing great this season and his trainer allowed him to do this trip just because he and Max promised him he would stick to his diet.

After the grocery store you both went for a run trying to burn all the energy and fight jet lag, when you came back to the apartment you had to check some emails from work so Lando showered first.

"All yours" he said exiting the steamy bathroom with just a towel around his hips, some water falling from his hair to his chest, this view sent a hot wave all over your body, he had always had a great physic but the changes in the last year were amazing, his back looked broader, his abs where pretty noticeable and his arms, those stupid arms that you missed around you, were so inviting.

"You can take a picture" He said in a cheeky tone as he looked at you with a raised brow.

"Sorry" You excused yourself returning to your laptop "I just need to finish this email and then I'll shower."

"Don't apologize, it's not like we haven't seen each other naked before" You blushed at his comment and kept your eyes on your screen. You couldn't fall for this, not just because it would mean Max had won, but because there was actually someone waiting for you at home, you hadn't told any of your friends yet, but you were dating someone, it was still pretty recent, he had asked you to be his girlfriend just a couple of weeks ago, so if anything happened with Lando you would be cheating, and cheating was something you were strongly against.

"I'll make diner while you shower, chicken fajitas and rice sounds good to you?"

"Yeah, sure" You said with a dry throat, you felt like a teenager.

When you came out from the shower dinner was served, clearly cooking wasn't his forte, the chicken was dry, some bits were burnt and the rice was more like a pudding, but he was proud he had done it all by himself so you let him have it. After dinner you both went to sleep, even after you had taken a sleeping pill the tension kept you both a wake, you couldn't stop thinking about him and his hot wet body after the shower. You knew what you needed to do to fall asleep but you had left your toy at home so your fingers had to be enough for the night, you couldn't help to feel a bit guilty, you were touching yourself thinking about your "ex" who was sleeping outside, what you didn't know was that he was doing the exact same thing thinking about you.

The next morning you had breakfast and got ready to enjoy the first day of the festival, Lando couldn't help to stare in awe when you walked out the room in a long black skirt with pretty deep cuts to the sides, a small white crop top and some cowboy boots, he didn't look bad himself, a sleeveless black shirt, black shorts and some colorful nikes that matched a necklace Max had given him.

During the festival you couldn't help to notice how protective Lando was, a couple of guys tried to talk to you as you were buying some beers or waiting in line for the bathroom and as soon as he saw this he would run to you and "marked" his territory by nonchalantly placing his arm over your shoulders, scaring the other guys away, this wasn't right, you two were just friends, but you couldn't deny you loved how his arm felt around you.

The great music and couple of beers had smoothed things between you two, and when you came back to the apartment you started making diner together while chatting about how amazing the day had been.

The kitchen was small, so in order to move around it you had to be very close, he walked behind you and took you strongly by your hips to move you a bit to the side so he could open a drawer, his touch made you gasp and he just smiled when he heard the effect his hands had on you, but he didn't say anything, he liked this game and he wanted to see how far he could go.

You tried to get some plates but they were too high, when he saw you struggling he walked towards you.

"Let me" he said as he stretched behind you reaching for two dinner plates, his body was so close to yours that when his shirt rose up from the stretch, his warm skin touched yours where the crop top left it uncovered, you felt your heart skip a beat.

"Here, babe" he handed you the plates, the nickname bringing amazing memories back.

"Thanks" you answered in a breathy whisper.

While you had dinner you couldn't help to stare lovingly at him, he looked so happy talking about how amazing this season was going, you had seen him struggle the previous one and him being so happy filled your heart.

When you finished dinner you sent him to the shower while you did the dishes, he insisted on helping you but he had done them the night before.

"Your turn" he whispered against your ear making you jump as you finished drying a glass, the scare making you drop it but his quick reflexes stopping it from hitting the table, you turned to complain but you had forgotten how small that kitchen was, so you found yourself caged between the kitchen counter and his strong, naked, wet torso.

You looked into his eyes, then down to his lips, they looked so plumped and inviting, you bit your lower lip trying to fight the urge to attack his mouth.

"Baby, please tell me you want this too" He whispered as one of his hands traced the elastic of your skirt from your belly button, around your hips and stopping on your lower back, causing goosebumps to cover your body.

"Yes" you whispered in a low growl and finally joined your lips, his hands pulled you strongly against him as yours went to grab his wet curls, he pulled you up and you wrapped your legs around his hips causing the towel to fall end left him completely naked. He walked towards the bedroom, he laid you gently over the bed, you couldn't help to stare at his naked body, every freckle, every crease, every vein looked so inviting.

"It's not fair, I'm naked and you're way too covered, love" he said pouting his lips, he might look like a man but he still had this childish side that you loved.

You smiled at his reaction and removed your top and the strapless bra, you were about to remove your skirt but his hands stoped yours.

"Please, let me" he took the elastic from your skirt and pulled it down your legs, softly touching your skin. "So perfect" he said as he stared at your half naked body "Let's keep the thong a bit longer" he placed himself over you, attacking your lips again.

That night you had the most amazing sex in a long time, Lando knew your body better than any other guy you had been with, he knew exactly when to be soft and caring and when you wanted him to be rough and wild.

The next couple of days anyone that saw you would think you were a couple, you spend the days holding hands, hugging, kissing, having amazing sex in every inch of that apartment, basically having the time of your life.

It was Monday, you had planed with the group to go to LA when the festival was over but the chances of people recognizing Lando over there were higher, so you just decided to stay at the small town and enjoy the anonymity.

You knew time was running out, you were supposed to return to your normal life on Saturday and you had two options, talk about the situation or go to the airport, say your goodbyes and leave as if nothing had happened. You planned on having the conversation on Friday night, but on Wednesday an unexpected call pushed things forward.

You were lying naked in bed, Lando's left hand over your shoulders playing with your left fingers as your other hand rested on his thigh, when your phone rang, Michael's name on your screen.

You took the phone fast.

"I need to take this" you said as you put on Lando's shirt over your body and walked to the livingroom closing the door behind you.

"Hello?" you answered in a low voice.

"Hi, baby, how are you? Haven't heard from you in a couple of days, everything ok?" You had been MIA on social media for the last couple of days and he was worried.

"Hi, baby, yeah everything's ok, it's just we had a change of plans and decided to stay in Coachella for the rest of the week instead of going to LA" you whispered. afraid Lando would hear you.

"Oh, ok, why are you whispering?"

"Ummm, we got here late last night and a couple of the girls are sleeping"

"Isn't it like 5pm?"

"Yes, we went to have brunch and we had a couple mimosas, they're resting because we're going out tonight"

"I didn't knew they had nightclubs at Coachella, I thought it was a small town"

"They have some bars" From the corner of your eye you saw the bedroom door open and freaked out a bit "I have to go, but call you tomorrow, love you, bye" you hung up fast but the look on Lando's face let you know he had heard your call.

"Who was that?" he asked in a serious tone, you froze. "Y/n, I asked you something" you could hear he was angry and hurt. "You're dating someone?" You turned to look at your hands and just said yes with your head.

"So, this is just a fling? a game?"

"No! Lando, it's not like that"

"Where you planing on telling me you have a boyfriend? where you planing on telling him about us?"

"Lando, I..., well..."

"Just tell me the truth" he begged in an exhausted tone.

"Listen" you held his hand and pulled him to sit by your side. "Yes I have a boyfriend, but I didn't knew things were going to go this way, as far as I knew this was a week away with friends, not just the two of us, and I know I should have told you about Michael when we talked about our current live's but... I really liked how having you back felt" you looked into his eyes trying to read in them if he felt the same way or if this had all been a mistake.

"I like having you back too" his thumb traced small circles over your hand. "You think we can do it right this time?" He let go of your hand and took your face in his hands pulling you to touch your forehead with his "I don't want to loose you again". His soft warm breath caressing your skin.

"I don't want to loose you either" You whispered as you looked into his green eyes " I love you" you finally said out loud, his eyes widened in shock, then he smiled.

"I love you too" He said pulling you in for a kiss, he pushed you to lay on the sofa and placed himself between your legs. The kissed turned a bit wilder as his hand sneaked under the shirt and groped your right boob, you moaned at the touch and he took this chance to remove the shirt completely.

"You really think we can do it?" you asked as you layed naked over the sofa.

"I think so, we can ask George how he and Carmen do it, or you can quit and travel around with me"

"Thanks for the offer but this ain't the 1950's anymore"

"I'm just saying. I don't want to loose you again" he held you tight against his chest.

"You won't, we'll work this out" You kissed his lips gently. "I'm just afraid of one thing"

"What is that?"

"Max is going to be so incredibly annoying when he finds out"

"Ugh, I know"

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Not your type - Pierre Gasly x fem reader nsfw

Resume: y/n it’s part of the alpha tauri team, she has a flirty game with Pierre but maybe it isn’t a game.

Author’s note: hi everyone, I’ve been away for a bit but I’m back with something I wrote a while back, I’ve been working on the second part (which turned into a second and third) of “just a mistake”, but while I’m done with that here’s something with Pierre.

Warnings: smut, body image insecurities, I wrote it in a mix of first person and third person because I don’t want people to feel offended by the body image topic, unprotected sex.

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“Oh shit” I screamed as I crashed into someone at the exit of the motorhome meeting room. It was late and I thought I was the last one in.

“It’s me” Pierre said raising his hands “it’s me, sweet cheeks”

“Oh my god, you scared the soul out of me” I placed my hand on his chest trying to ease the dizziness from the scare.

“Want me to put it back in?” His big, veiny hand covered mine as he looked at me with a cheeky smile.

“Pierre, stop” I tried to remove my hand but he pressed it harder, I could feel the metallic cross under his shirt caught between my hand and his hard chest. ”Stop messing around, what are you still doing here?” I asked, trying to focus on something else than his touch.

“I was checking some data for tomorrow and lost track of time, what are you still doing here?”

“Making sure all the uniforms and schedules are ready for tomorrow morning”

“Well I’m glad we’re both workaholics, we can have some time on our own” he playfully caressed my hand and walked closing the distance between us.

“Stop it, I’m not playing like this with you, come on, we have to be back here early morning and you need a good quali after your grid penalty” I pushed him lightly and walked towards the stairs but he took my arm and pulled me back to him.

“Wait, with me? So you’re playing like this with someone else?” He looked serious.

“Pierre, let’s go” I tried to walk away but he pulled me back against him.

We used to mess around like this since day one when I started as an assistant.

“Hi, I’m y/n, the new service assistant, is everything ok? do you need anything?” I was shaking as I stood in Pierre’s driver's room.

“Hi, nice to meet you” Pierre stood up and shook my hand “Ummm, maybe a couple of sugar free red bulls please” He asked with a big smile.

“Sure, I’ll get them for you” I rushed to the kitchen and brought as many red bulls as I could.

“Here you go, anything else you need?” I left the drinks in his mini fridge.

“Thanks, actually yes, can I please get your number?” The same smile on his face, as if he was asking for a water bottle or the time of day.

“You’re welcome” I smiled back and turned to almost sprint out of the room trying to hide my blushed cheeks. I knew he was joking and messing with me, I had followed F1 for a while before joining Alpha Tauri, I knew his type of girl and let’s just say meaty and curvy wasn’t exactly what he had been seen with.

He kept on messing around with me and at some point I joined the game, he started calling me sweet cheeks and I called him yummy gumballs, we used this nicknames when it was just the two of us since we didn’t want to be reprimanded for unprofessional behavior, still sometimes he would like to risk it and whisper that nickname in my ear in the middle of a crowded garage while touching my lower back or he would put his arm around my shoulders walking me to my office while whispering not so professional things to my ear.

It was all fun and games until one of his temporary “girlfriends” heard him calling me by my nickname and she was furious about it, thank god it all blew up on a late Thursday night which meant almost everyone was gone. So we decided to stop our games for a while, until now apparently.

“Answer me, are you messing around with someone else?” He seemed serious,

“What’s going on? Jealousy was never part of the game”

“What game?”

“Come on Pierre, enough, we have to go”

“What game?” He repeated in a more demanding tone.

“This flirty game between us, I thought after the scream festival blondie number four performed in your room this was over”

“Who said it was a game?”

I was very confused.

“Pierre c’mon, stop it, I’m tired and you’re messing with my head” I rubbed my eyes with my free hand trying to take a break from his imposing presence in front of me.

I would be lying if I said I had never thought what if this wasn’t a game? he was certainly a sight for sore eyes, especially all sweaty right after his morning workout or right after a race, but everytime one of those thoughts crossed my mind I just remembered the type of girls I had seen going in and out of his drivers room, reminding me that he was completely out of my league, after a while I just buried those ideas in the dark depths of my head.

“You think I’m flirting with you as a game?” He took my face and made me look at him, his beautiful eyes looking so deep into mine, his breath softly brushing against my skin, I almost gasped as I felt an adrenaline rush cover my body and heat run through my cheeks, gut and down between my legs.

I cleared my throat, suddenly the air was too thick and the room was too small.

“I’ve seen the girls you normally date, they’re like half my size and I’m half their height, so please, stop this, you’re taking it too far”

“Do you really think I’m that shallow?”

“I don’t think you’re shallow, you just have a type”

“So, beautiful and smart it’s not my type, just skinny and dumb?”

“I never said they were dumb” he looked at me in a way a bit different from all those times he had “flirted” with me, there was something in his eyes that made me feel he actually meant what he was saying, but we had played this game for over a year now, there was no way this wasn’t part of the game.

“Well, I hope this shows you that this ain’t a game for me” he took my face with his big hands, the warm touch was soothing, and he pulled me in to join our lips, I was in shock and just stood there frozen while his lips played around mine and his tongue tried to get inside my mouth, but I was too stunned to move, he noticed my stillness and stopped the kiss.

“Y/n? Are you ok?” He seemed genuinely worried.

“Is this part of the joke? Cause if it is, you’ve gone too far” I said in a low whisper.

“Merde, y/n, what is it going to take for you to believe me that this ain’t no fucking joke?” He walked away running his hands through his hair in evident despear. “I’m in love with you” He turned and grabbed me by the waist “You’re so fucking gorgeous, I love seeing you around, hearing your voice all over the place when you’re mad and screaming at everyone because their stuff ain’t in the right place or when it’s late and you’re in a good mood so you sing outloud thinking nobody’s around, the way you zone out when you’re trying to figure out stuff, your laugh, that sweet perfume you use when you’re in a good mood and the citrus one when you have an important meeting, your giggles when you’re uncomfortable but don’t want to be rude, every single expression in your face makes my heart rush, I’ve imagine how amazing it would be hearing you sing every morning in my place, I’ve dreamt of your beautiful face in pure extasy as you moan my name, your body covered in sweat under mine and how heavenly sleeping by your side must be. Does this sound like a joke to you?” he pulled me even closer, our faces just inches away.

“Please, say something” he begged after a few seconds of silence, my mind was all over the place, my insecurities fighting the strong empowered woman inside of me, and his hypnotic beautiful eyes so focused on me weren’t helping.

So instead of trying to speak any coherent words, which seemed like an impossible task at the moment, I just did as he had done before, took his face with both my hands and pulled him in for a kiss, now it was him who froze for a second, but then he smiled against my lips and kissed me back hugging me tighter.

The moment his tongue got inside my mouth and started playing with mine, the kiss turned from soft and sweet to wild and needy, his hands traveled down to my butt and he pulled me closer, then he tried to lift me but I panicked and took a step back.

“what?”

“I’m too heavy”

“Pfff” he said with a smile and pulled me back lifting me up to wrap my legs around his waist, he gave me a kiss “you’re perfect” he said against my lips and walked to his driver’s room giving small kisses on my neck as I played with his golden hair.

He put me down on his little sofa and layed over me with my legs to either side of him, the kiss heated up again, I got my hands under his shirt as he removed my jeans, in no time all the extra fabric was gone.

He traveled down my jaw giving soft kisses all over my neck, my shoulder, down my chest, between my breasts, he stopped and played my right nipple with his tongue making me moan his name softly.

“Cherie, this beats any of my dreams”

“Same for m…” I got interrupted by his teeth biting my nipple, my nails scratched his back and I could feel his hard muscles tense.

“You’ve dreamt about this too?” He looked at me with a cocky smile.

“More times that I would like to admit”

“I’m flattered” he said with a cute smile, gave me a quick peck on the lips and continued with his journey down my chest, I was enjoying myself but a part of me was still aware he was getting closer to one of my biggest insecurities, my stomach, not at all toned and flat as he was used to and framed with some stretch marks here and there, I took a couple of calming breaths trying to keep the toxic thoughts out of my head, until he got there, the loving kisses making me feel electricity all over, then I realized that the only one thinking awful things about my body was me so I decided to just enjoy the moment, he got to my pelvis as he caressed my thighs spreading them a bit more and then finally I felt his warm breath against my pussy, he kissed my clit softly, sending waves of pleasure all over my body, making me moan loudly.

“And we’re just starting” he said with a smile and proceeded to eat me out like I’ve never been eaten before, the way his tongue moved inside and around my cunt was magical, making me cum so fast I was out of breath from the pleasure.

He climbed up my body to kiss me and then held himself up with his arms on the sofa to either side of me as I caressed his back. We both in deep silence trying to catch our breaths, the cross around his neck swinging between my breasts, gently touching my skin moving to the rhythm of our breaths.

“Cherie, I can’t believe all the time we’ve lost, all those times we could’ve been doing this”

“We’re here now” I gently grabbed his cross, that piece of metal that had been the main character in many of my fantasies, and pulled him to join our lips again.

The kiss heated up again as our chests moved faster.

“Pierre, I need to feel you inside of me”

“As you wish mon amour, let me go get a condom”

“No need, I’m on birth control, I want to feel you”

“Your wishes are my commands” he smiled and returned to his position between my legs, he got two of his fingers through my wet folds and gathered some of my arousal to then spread it all over his dick, he placed himself against my entrance and pushed inside carefully, he wasn’t that long but damn was he thick, it took me a couple of breaths to adjust enough for him to start pounding.

“All good, princess?”

“Yes, please fuck me, Pierre” I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth and for a second I saw the cocky smile my needy request caused but before I could scold him he started moving his hips in a soft but constant rhythm.

I no time his name was falling from my mouth like a mantra.

———————

A door slamming shut and a couple of laughs woke me up, shit we had overslept, the light coming from the little window inside the drivers room let me know it was pretty late. We were on the floor, a makeshift bed made from the sheet that had covered his massage table under us and a couple of towels covered both our bodies.

“Pierre” I softly caressed his face. I knew we needed to get up and fix ourselves before anyone entered and found us in this compromising condition, but still I took a second to engrave his beautiful face so peacefully asleep.

“Pierre” I kissed his lips softly and still nothing, a slight snore let me know he was still deeply asleep. “Pierre, c`mon, we need to get up”

“I swear to god, if he went partying yesterday and he’s not here I’m going to make him run all the way to the next circuit” Pyry’s voice coming from the stairs made my heart rush.

“Fuck!!! Pierre wake up!” I pushed him around, but still nothing. I stood up, took all my clothes and wiggled my way inside his small closet. I tried closing it but a piece of my shirt got caught on the door, a knock on the door made me hold my breath and I just froze, looking through the small opening from the unclosed door.

“Pierre, are you there?” Pyry opened the door slowly “What the fuck?” he said looking at the driver still asleep on the floor.

“Dude, wake up, what the fuck are you doing here?” his voice still mad but relieved at the same time “Mate” he splashed his face with his water bottle, making him jump as he cursed in french.

“What?! what are you doing?” Pierre dried the water off his face with the white sheet. He seemed confused.

“What are YOU doing here? We were supposed to meet at the hotel gym this morning”

“I’m sorry, yesterday I lost track of time…” He stopped for a second and started looking around, it seemed like he had just remembered I was supposed to be there. He spotted the piece of fabric stuck in the closet door, I could see his eyes trying to see past the darkness and noticed a soft smile on his lips when he noticed the faint silhouette of my face.

“No” I mouthed, afraid Pyry would notice where he was looking, he cleared his throat and started looking around for his clothes, thank god he had remembered to put on his boxers before falling asleep.

“... I was checking some data for today and finished late, so I decided to stay instead of driving back to the hotel” Pyry looked at him, still unsure of what was happening.

“And you’re half naked because…”

“Do you sleep in your jeans?” Pierre’s quick mind saved the day, he took his team shirt but quickly noticed it was a size too small.

“Fuck” I mouthed, I had taken his shirt instead of mine, he just kept it in his hand casually and stood up, even after the events of the previous night I couldn’t help to gasp at the sight of his toned torso and legs, the outline of his dick very visible thanks to his tight fitting boxers making me squiz my thighs as I felt my temperature rise.

“Just let me have a quick shower and I’ll meet you for breakfast, ok?” Pyry just stood there quietly trying to figure out Pierre’s weird behavior.

“Sure, ok”

I heard the door close behind the trainer and finally let out the air I had been holding.

I pulled the shirt inside the closet and put it on, it covered me a little below my hips, just enough for me to feel less self conscious about my nakedness.

“Hello, stranger” Pierre said as he opened the closet door, his eyes wandered all over my body “Merde, y/n, you look hot wearing my clothes” he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me out of the closet, holding me against his chest. “Good morning” he whispered against my lips and then kissed them softly, I got my arms around his neck, standing on my tippy toes.

“Good morning” I answered when his lips let go of mine. “That was close, you’re a heavy sleeper”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, cherie, when I’m tired only a bulldozer can wake me up, and yesterday was such an amazing cardio” I could feel his body heat rise, his cock against my thigh started to get hard again as he moved his hips softly against me, making me feel it even more, but I knew we had no time.

“Pierre, we can’t do that, not right now” I said biting my lip, damn how much I wanted to ride him again, feel him inside of me, but it was late “ You need to shower and meet Pyry and I need to go back to the hotel, get a quick shower and a change of clothes”

“Shower here with me, take all my clothes” he said, hiding his face against the curve of my neck, leaving open mouth kisses all over it.

“Ugh, I would love to, but you know we can’t, we need to talk about how are we going to work this out”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, figure out what's happening.” He left my neck to look me in the eye.

“What's happening it’s that I love you and that I want to be with you, what is there to figure out?” He softly caressed my cheek and gave me a soft kiss.

“I want to be with you too, but I’m not sure how Franz and the rest of the team will react to this, there’s also the fans, I’m not sure I can deal with all the criticism I’ll get, at least not now” I looked down trying to escape his beautiful eyes.

“hey, look at me” he took my chin and made me look up “I don’t care what anyone has to say about this, about you, about us, not Franz, not the team, not the fans, I love you and that’s all that matters to me, I don’t give a shit about the rest of the world as long as you want to be with me, do you want to be with me?” I could notice a soft hit of insecurity in his voice and it made me feel all warm inside. I hugged him tight, caressing the hair at the back of his neck while he softly moved his fingers up and down my spine.

“So, are we official now?”

“We are'' I kissed him “But, can we keep it a secret just for now? Tonight at the hotel we can talk about how we are going to tell everyone about this”

“Ok, sure” he smiled against my lips, he kissed me again sucking on my lower lip, making me skip a beat, I really wanted to stay like that forever but the amount of voices outside were increasing by the minute and I had just enough time to go to the hotel and back before my morning meeting.

“I have to go” I said against his lips.

“Nooo” he whined like a little child.

“I’ll see you later, I promise”

“Ok” He gave me one last peck on the lips, we got our clothes sorted out, he gave a quick look out of his driver’s room and when the hall was cleared I ran to the parking lot.

All I could think about during the drive away and back to the track was how much I wanted to be with him, I knew there was no problem at work, we have had our fair share of couples inside the team, always with the compromise of keeping it professional inside the track, but the backlash from all the fans was going to be a nightmare, there had always been good and bad comments towards the girls he was dating, but the bad ones where just nasty and cruel, still I wanted to be with him more than anything in the world and for that I needed to grow a thick skin.

Thankfully, the morning meeting was done just in time for me to run over to the garage just before quali.

I walked behind some of the mechanics looking for Pierre, but he wasn’t there.

“Looking for someone?” his raspy voice against my neck made me jump. He pulled me inside one of the utility rooms and without another word he kissed me.

“Ugh, what took you so long?” He said against my lips

“Sorry, work, but I’m here to wish you good luck” I bit his lower lip softly.

“Thanks, mon amour, oh and before I forget” he let go of me for a second and removed the cross around his neck “Here, I need you to hold this for me while I’m out there, you’ll be my lucky charm” I got all teary eyed from this gesture, I knew how important that cross was for him and that it wasn’t just a fashion statement.

“Sure, baby, be safe and go get that pole” I kissed him once more and we sneaked back to the garage.

I took a seat at the back and looked at the screens. Sadly a brake failure got Yuki out in Q1, he came back to the garage, when he spotted me he came by to sit right beside me.

“I’m sorry about the breaks, Yuki” I gave him a sympathetic smile.

“Thanks, yeah they’ve been shit since the last race, I don’t…” he stopped talking when he turned to look at me “He finally told you” a big smile on his face.

“What?” I asked confused.

“He finally got the balls to ask you to date him” he signaled the cross hanging from my neck, I hadn’t realized I was holding it in my hand as I nervously watched Pierre circle the track.

“You knew?”

“Yeah, I found out like 3 races ago, he couldn’t hide how jealous he was when he saw you talking to one of the sponsors and he was hitting on you so hard, he was so angry when we left the track he couldn’t stop ranting about it on the drive back to the hotel”

You smiled at the story.

“Please don’t say anything, we need to figure out how are we going to tell the team”

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t say a thing..” One of his engineers called him to go look at some data, he stood up but turned to look at me “But just so you know, almost all the other drivers know and they’ll be really happy to know you guys are finally together” and walked to look at the screens with his engineers.

I couldn't help but blush at his comment, gave a quick kiss to the cross hanging from my neck and turned to look as Pierre got a great lap time taking him to Q3.

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[writting-stuff-sometimes]

MAKE ME ADMIT STUFF

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? 2. You talked to an ex today, correct? 3. Have you taken someones virginity? 4. Is trust a big issue for you? 5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? 6. What are you excited for? 7. What happened tonight? 8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? 9. Is confidence cute? 10. What is the last beverage you had? 11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? 12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? 13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? 14. What are you going to spend money on next? 15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? 16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? 17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? 18. The last time you felt broken? 19. Have you had sex today? 20. Are you starting to realize anything? 21. Are you in a good mood? 22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? 23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? 24. What do you want right this second? 25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? 26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? 27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? 28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? 29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? 30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? 31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? 32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? 33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? 34. Listening to? 35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? 36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? 37. Do you believe in love at first sight? 38. Who did you last call? 39. Who was the last person you danced with? 40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? 41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? 42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? 43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? 44. Do you tan in the nude? 45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? 46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? 47. Who was the last person to call you? 48. Do you sing in the shower? 49. Do you dance in the car? 50. Ever used a bow and arrow? 51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? 52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? 53. Is Christmas stressful? 54. Ever eat a pierogi? 55. Favorite type of fruit pie? 56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? 57. Do you believe in ghosts? 58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? 59. Take a vitamin daily? 60. Wear slippers? 61. Wear a bath robe? 62. What do you wear to bed? 63. First concert? 64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? 65. Nike or Adidas? 66. Cheetos Or Fritos? 67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? 68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? 69. Ever take dance lessons? 70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? 71. Can you curl your tongue? 72. Ever won a spelling bee? 73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? 74. What is your favorite book? 75. Do you study better with or without music? 76. Regularly burn incense? 77. Ever been in love? 78. Who would you like to see in concert? 79. What was the last concert you saw? 80. Hot tea or cold tea? 81. Tea or coffee? 82. Favorite type of cookie? 83. Can you swim well? 84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? 85. Are you patient? 86. DJ or band, at a wedding? 87. Ever won a contest? 88. Ever have plastic surgery? 89. Which are better black or green olives? 90. Opinions on sex before marriage? 91. Best room for a fireplace? 92. Do you want to get married

[writting-stuff-sometimes]

Just a mistake- Lando x fem reader (nsfw)

Part 2

Summary: it’s Sunday night, Lando has invited all the drivers and their partners to a club where he’s playing after the GP, Charles, your fiancé doesn’t feel like going but you were super excited about it, this leads to a big fight and you end up going alone, but alcohol and heartbreak are never a good convo.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, orals both receiving, p in v, and angst.

You were dancing on your own after ditching your friends when they started dancing in couples and you were left out on your own. "Thanks, Charles" You thought to yourself and decided to go to the bar and start drinking there, away from the reminder of your lonely night.

Your body moving to the rhythm coming from the speakers as you gave another sip to the drink in your hand, you weren't sure what you where drinking anymore but it was strong enough to make you enjoy the music and keep the fight with your fiancé out of your mind.

A man stood before you matching your moves, he put his hands on your hips looking at you in a way you understood as a request for your consent, you laid your hand on his shoulder as a response and kept dancing now being led by that stranger.

This situation was something your friends wouldn't like and if they were there they would have already removed the guy from you, but you were out of their sight, or so you thought, Lando up in the DJ booth was very aware of your location, his eyes following your every move from the moment you left your friend's table and walked to the bar.

The sight of that stranger gripping your hips made him clench his jaw, but not exactly because his friends fiancé was being touched by another man, he was jealous, a feeling he was very familiar with since it always invaded him when he saw you and Charles together, wishing it was him the one holding your hand, the one kissing you, the one spending the rest of his life with you, but no, life wasn't fair.

He knew you were at least very tipsy, he had seen you bottom the last 3 drinks in record time and that meant someone needed to step in before that stranger tried something funny with you, he could just send a message to any of the other drivers at the club and send them your way, but he couldn't fight the urge to be your knight in shinning armor, yes he was selfish like that.

"Here" the stranger offered you another drink, you hadn't realized you were done with yours and didn't notice when he ordered this new one, but in your tipsy ,very close to drunk, estate you we're just thankful that this nice stranger was keeping you hydrated, you took the glass from his hand and as you were about to take a sip a hand stoped you.

"I think you've had enough" Lando said close to your ear so you could hear him over the loud music in the club.

"Oh, hi Lando!" Your smile making him feel a warm wave all over his body "You did amazing! that was a nice set" He could hear in the way you were dragging your words that he had interfered just in time.

"Thanks, I think it's time for us to go, tho"

"Hey, what the fuck?" The man dancing with you tried to get between you and Lando.

"No, it's ok, he's my friend" You answered without being completely aware of the situation.

"Yes, I'm her friend" Friend, he never thought a word could hurt but this one did "And I'm taking her home now"

"What if she doesn't want to go home?" The stranger bit back and stepped closer to Lando.

"Dude, don't even try" the driver said in his most menacing voice pumping out his chest, now you were sensing how tense the situation actually was.

"Boys, enough!" When you tried to move them apart you stumbled a bit, holding on to Lando's shirt to avoid your fall. " Ok, you're right, I think it's time to go" you took your coat from the bar stool and returned the drink to the now angry stranger "I got to go, sorry, bye, thanks"

You walked to the exit being guided by Lando's hand on your lower back.

The driver tried to engrave in his mind the feeling of him holding you by the waist as you tried to walk on a straight line to his car, he helped you in and walked to the driver's side as he messaged Carlos.

L: "Mate, I'm taking y/n back to her hotel, she's pretty tipsy and there was a stranger bothering her, we left to avoid any problems"

C: "Ok mate, let me know when you're at the hotel"

C: "Don't do anything stupid"

Obviously Carlos was aware of the huge crush Lando had on you, he had seen his reaction the first time Charles brought you to one of the parties and how heartbroken he was the day Charles announced your engagement.

Once you were on your way to the hotel it hit you, you were going back to that hotel room where your fiancé was probably sleeping or maybe still fuming out of his ears, just like he was when you left to the club.

"Penny for your thoughts?" The driver broke your line of thought, the hotel wasn't that far but he was taking his time there, stopping for yellow lights and waiting longer than usual at the stop signs.

"Sorry?" You turned to look at him, he quickly turned his gaze to the road.

"You've been weird ever since we got to the club, what's wrong?

"Uhm, nothing"

"Liar" he took a deep breath "You know we are friends right?" That word again, it felt like a needle pinching his heart every time he said it "You can trust me"

"Thanks, but I don't know if you're the person I should be telling about this problem" You turned to fidget nervously with your ring.

His heart started pounding hard, what did you mean by that? a thousand ideas in his mind, one of them being that you were in love with him.

"why?"

"Because you'll think I'm stupid"

"I could never think you're stupid"

"Promise?" You offered your pinky.

"Promise" he hooked his pinky with yours, this small touch making him feel electricity.

"I had a big fight with Charles before we went to the club"

"Yeah, I imagined since he wasn't with you, what happened?" he didn't like to see you upset but he would be lying if he said he didn't feel a bit happy with the fact that you and Charles weren't the perfect couple everyone liked to think.

"This is the part were you'll think I'm stupid, but, it frustrates me that sometimes I feel like I'm the only one actively doing things to keep this relationship alive, I feel like I'm the only one sacrificing her friends, family and career to follow Charles around the world. Like tonight, he didn't want to come just because he had a rough race, it wasn't even a bad result, P2 it’s a good place and he's still fighting for the championship, but he didn't feel like coming with us, and I get it, but I'm always going to his events, even when I've had a rough week or I'm cancelling plans with my family and friends just because he has an event, or he's not feeling well or he's struggling, and don't get me wrong, I love supporting him and being with him, I love him..."

Those three words felt like a punch to Lando's gut, he had been feeling something similar to hope from hearing you complain about your partner, his friend, yes I'm a piece of shit, he thought to himself.

"...but sometimes I wish he could do the same for me"

Lando kept quiet as he was fighting with himself, he had two options, support his friend and tell you how much Charles loved you or he could be selfish and tell you that you were right and that you should be with someone who would actually do what ever it took to make you feel loved and supported.

"See, I knew you'd think I'm stupid, I understand your job isn't like any other, it's not like you can just quit and change companies, but I wish he could understand that I need his support too, that sometimes I wish he could do things for me, not just get my pass for a race or an event" you covered your face with both your hands wishing you had never said anything, you knew you were being naive and ungrateful, but you were desperate, you felt caged.

"No, I don't think you're stupid, I get what you're saying, I'm just trying to organize my ideas" After a couple of second he just went at it "Listen, in this career we're taught to be selfish since we're young, yeah we work for a team an we have a teammate, but at the end of the day there's only one world champion so it's basically a "trust no one" environment and being part of a team like ferrari this must be ten times worse"

"See, you're on his sid-"

"Listen to me, you muppet" he took the hand that was on your thigh. "Yes it's a complicated world, but for me it's enough that I have to be this paranoid at work to also bring it back to my personal life" He took a deep breath, you could see he was struggling and felt bad for involving your friends in your problems, but you had no idea the fight inside Lando's head was because he was still trying to decide if he was helping Charles or not.

"For me, my family, friends, MY girl" He turned to look at you at the stop light "they're my safe place, they're where I can be vulnerable, where I can be myself and I think I should be the same for them, there's no reason for me to bring the struggles of this life into theirs" His eyes hooked on yours, his warm hand covering yours was soothing, you looked at him noticing every detail in his face, when did he turn into an adult? 3 years ago when you first met him you found him endearing, the way he was always clinging onto Carlos and his childish behavior made you think of him more like a little brother than a friend. But now he was the guy driving you safely to your hotel, protecting you from strangers at the club and giving you life advice in the middle of the night, he still had that childlike spark in his eyes, those green eyes which you always found cute, but now that they were completely focused on you felt more intimidating, you turned to look at his lips, they were slightly parted, his chest moving faster and yours moving to that same rhythm, the next second and without knowing who's move it was, you were making out, his mouth over yours, your tongue dancing with his inside your mouth, your hands pulling on his curly hair as one of his traveled up and down your thigh, suddenly his hand went up higher, sneaking under your dress and brushed lightly against your heated core. A moan left your mouth, this gentle touch blurred your senses.

"Let's go to your hotel" You said against his lips, this sentence froze him, his hard cock caged inside his pants begged for him to say yes and drive fast, but there was still some reason within him, he needed to be sure you wanted this and that this wasn't the alcohol talking, that he wasn't taking advantage of your drunken state.

"Are you sure? The drinks at the..."

"I'm ok" you cut him off, you knew what you were doing wasn't right, but you didn't want to think, not right now, you had always been very careful, always so contained, the perfect girl who did nothing wrong and always well behaved, but this rush inside felt too good.

"I'm not that drunk, you're not assaulting me or anything, I want this, I want you Lando" It only took those last three words for him to pull you in for another wild kiss and as soon your face got framed by the green halo from the stoplight he rushed to his hotel. You were very careful to not be spotted by any fans or paparazzi, keeping your distance as you got inside the hotel, but as soon as the hotel room door closed behind his back nothing could stop you.

All common sense disappeared as your tongues fought inside your mouths, his hands on your ass as your hands pulled his hair at the back of his head, you hopped and wrapped your legs around his waist, he then turned and walked towards his bed, sneaking his hand under your dress, caressing your hot wet core with one of his fingers.

He threw you on the bed, admiring you, pathing over the white duvet, you opened your legs leaving your clothed pussy on display as an invite, he slowly approached you, unbuttoning his shirt and trowing it away, he got to the base of the bed, took your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the mattress, he lowered himself and attacked your mouth again, slowly tracing the hem of your dress, then pulling it over your body, leaving you in just your underwear.

"So prefect" he said admiring your half naked body, this was better than any of his dreams, any of his fantasies, no bikini picture on your instagram got close to how perfect you looked in real life.

You pulled him in for another kiss, your hand slowly tracing down his defined torso until you got to his pants, two of your fingers lightly sneaking inside his clothes making him moan against your mouth.

"Not so fast princess" He said against your mouth and got down on his knees, setting your legs over his shoulders. He started kissing your calf, up to your thigh, slowly approaching your aching core, your chest moving faster now.

"Lando, please" you begged, your voice distorted by the excitement.

"Please what?"

"Please, I need to feel you"

"Feel me where?"

"In my pussy"

"As you wish, my princess" He finally took your underwear and pulled it down your legs, he admired your wet glistening folds, he knew very well this probably would never happen again, so he was taking his time, recording in his mind every single moment, every inch of your body, every little sound that came from you.

His thumb playing softly with your sensitive bud, making you arch your back and moan, his fingers felt like magic, suddenly his tongue traveled along your folds, making you moan louder as you tried to close your legs but Lando's hands were faster and he grabbed your thighs firmly, opening them wider than before.

"Let me know if it feels like too much, ok baby?" he asked in a soft sweet voice.

"Yes, don't worry, I can take it" you said pathing. He returned his head between your legs. the way his tongue traveled up and down your folds made you move your hips searching for more, but then he got it inside of you, the feeling of his strong tongue getting in and out of you mixed with his fingers working your clit was enough to give you your first orgasm, but he didn't stop, he kept going, now getting his fingers inside of you, he was going to make sure you'll remember this night for ever. The way his fingers curled inside of you seemed as if he knew you for ever, in no time he was touching that magic spot that got you screaming in pleasure, mixed with his tongue playing with your clit you got your second orgasm.

"You taste so good, baby" he said collecting your juices off his mouth with his fingers and licking them clean after.

He climbed up your body, kissing your pubic area, moved up your stomach, your chest, stopping to play with your right nipple as his fingers fidgeted with your left, he bit you softly, making you moan and pull his hair, he moaned against your boob and then kept sucking on it. He moved to kiss your collarbone, up your neck and stoped when he reached the sensitive spot right under your ear, his warm breath on your skin felt so good.

"Lando, please, fuck me" Your words filled with lust made his still fabric caged cock twitch, he wasn't sure how far you were taking this and didn't want to pressure you by removing the only layer of fabric that could still stopped you from going all the way, for some reason just eating you out didn't seem so bad as actually fucking.

"Are you sure?" He knew this was a question he could regret later, specially if you gave it a second thought and decided you have had enough and you wanted to stop.

"Yes, please, I need to feel you inside of me" Your words echoed inside his head making him wonder if this was all a dream, maybe somebody had spiced up his drink at the club and this was an hallucination, but then he felt your soft warm hands sneaking inside his pants, the moan leaving his mouth confirmed this wasn't a dream, this was real, you were under him, begging for him to fuck you.

He attacked your throat, leaving open mouth kisses, he was tempted to leave a mark, the animalistic part of him wanted to mark you for everyone to see, for your fiancé to see, but knew this was going to start a war, even if you kept the secret of who had done it Charles was going to end things with you and he couldn’t bare seeing you in pain because of him, and if he proudly confessed his sin he was going to lose Charles's friendship and the one from several of the other drivers, losing you for ever int he way, so he decided to be careful instead.

In your mind there was nothing but lust, you could feel Lando kissing your neck dangerously hard, if he kept going like that he was going to leave a mark, you could blame it on the landyard of your paddock pass, you knew no one was going to buy it, still you let him do his thing, it felt too god to stop him.

You barely recognized yourself, you had never lost yourself into lust like this, there was something in Lando that just drove you crazy and wild, he had such a different vibe from Charles, the Brit was wilder, more intense and Charles was always very careful and soft.

Lando’s hand cupping your pussy brought you back to the moment, you unbuttoned his pants and patted his bulge as you unzipped them, his eyes following every single touch of your hand as his chest moved in a quick pace, you caressed his bulge over his boxers, he was so hard and warm.

“Can you feel it? How hard I am for you?”

“Yes, I need to taste you”

“It’s all yours baby, it’s always been” you couldn’t quite hear that last part because you were on your way down to position yourself between Lando’s legs as he removed his pants leaving his boxers on. You gave little kisses all around his bulge and over the precum stain, making his cock twitch.

“You’re torturing me, love”

“Oh yeah? Why is that?” You playfully asked as you kept giving soft kisses all over his bulge.

“You know why”

“No I don’t” an innocent look in your eyes. “Tell me Lan, what do you want?

“I want you to suck my cock”

“Is that all?”

“No” he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled it so you were looking directly at him “I want to fuck your throat until you’re al teary eyed, I want to see you drool all over my cock, and then I want to see you take and swallow my cum like the good girl you are”

His words making you even hornier but also making you blush, you had never been talked like that, Charles was always so polite, sometimes he would spank you or he would be a bit more rough when fucking your mouth, but he was never this straight forward.

"Please do it"

With his free hand he lowered his boxers just enough to free his rock hard cock and he shoved it in your mouth, you gaged from how deep he went but the next second your tongue was moving around his shaft inside your mouth.

"That's it baby, you're so good" he praised you, moving his hips up and down, hitting the back of your throat in a constant pace. In no time you were drooling all over his dick, his moans and hectic pace letting you know how much he was enjoying your mouth around him.

"Look at me, love" he pulled your hair just enough that you still had his dick in your mouth but your eyes were looking at him, the sight the best one he had ever seen, your beautiful face covered in sweat, the corners of your mouth glistening with your saliva, your eyes filled with tears, he felt a bit embarrassed of how much he loved that view, taking a mental picture for the future, he thrusted a couple times with you looking at him, he almost came at the sight, he knew maybe he didn't have two rounds in him, he had waited for this for so long his orgasm was going to be a big one, and after the race and the nightclub he didn't have enough stamina.

"Can I fuck you, y/n?" You said yes just with your head since your mouth was still occupied by the brits cock. He pulled you gently to release himself from your mouth and in a swift move he was over you between your legs, he moved towards his nightstand, you knew what he was searching for, but you couldn't wait anymore, at this point you were completely out of your mind.

"Don't..." this word made his heart stop, you wanted to stop? "I want to feel you Lando" You said taking his cock and directing it to your entrance.

"Are you sure, love?"

"Yes," He kissed you and slowly got inside of you, making you moan against his lips from the stretch, first his pace was slow but he made sure to push all the way, his hips hitting against yours, your hips started to move instinctively searching for a faster pace but he put his big hand against your hips stilling your moves and turned to look you in the eye.

"Wait, love, enjoy, feel it as it enters you" he whispered and continued with his slow but deep pace, you closed your eyes following his command and making sure your whole attention was set between your legs, you had never paid that much attention to the feeling, it was amazing, a long moan left your mouth, letting him know you were feeling exactly what he wanted to show you.

He kept that same pace, his hand now around your throat keeping a tight grip, just enough for your adrenaline to start rushing your face distorted by the overwhelming sensations, he loved seen on you like that but he had to close his eyes and burry his face in your neck, if he kept looking at your sweet face in pure ecstasy he was going to cum.

When you started clenching around his dick, the sign of your third orgasm of the night, he speed up his pace as you came all over him, after this he realized he wasn't going to be able to last for much longer and he wanted to try one last thing, he exited you, and before you had time to say anything you where on all fours, his finger tracing your wet folds making you moan, followed by a hard slap on your ass that made you scream in a mix of pleasure and pain, that mark was going to be difficult to explain, but you just had to avoid doggy with Charles until it was gone.

He entered you hard and deep, you almost lost your balance but after readjusting your grip on the sheets you started to move your hips to match his pace, his dick touching deep inside of you, your pussy hurting from how sensitive it was after three incredible orgasms.

One of his hands on your hips setting the pace, the other sneaking between your legs to play with your clit that was pretty much done at this point and he knew it so he was being extra gentle.

He was so close, seeing your back arch in pleasure drove him too close to his release.

"I'm going to cum, love"

"Do it"

He didn't need to hear anything else and he finally released himself inside of you, after a few calming breaths he pulled back, admiring his cum leak out of you, he grabbed some with his fingers and pulled you gently from your hair.

"Taste us, my love" he put his fingers in your mouth and you licked them, before you were done he got them inside his mouth. "So good, baby" He kissed your lips softly, you were so close to fainting from exhaustion you didn't notice when he left the bed until a warm damp towel touched between your legs, he was cleaning you up, when he was done he hugged you thigh against his chest and it all turned black.

Your phone ringing woke you up, when you turned to search for it Lando was already handing it to you, the look on his face letting you know who it was, Charles's name and face on your screen. You cleared your throat an after a big sigh you answered.

"Hi baby"

"Cherie, where are you? Are you ok? I'm so sorry about yesterday, I'm so stupid, please tell me you're ok" You felt a punch to your stomach when you heard how worried he was.

"Baby, calm down, baby, I'm ok, everything's ok, yesterday I got too drunk, Lando was giving me a ride back to the hotel but I was still to upset so he kindly let me stay at his" You turned to look at Lando, you could see pain in his face, his beautiful green eyes framed by deep dark circles, he hadn't sleep a minute all night, he couldn't, he wanted to keep this night in his mind forever, so he spent the whole night admiring you, at some point he grabbed his camera and took a couple of shot of you sleeping, he knew it was a bit creepy but he couldn't help it, also they weren't something dirty or vulgar, they were beautiful, he was getting pretty good at this new hobby.

"Thank God, Baby, Let me just change my clothes and I'll pick you up right away"

You could see Lando gesturing something to you but you couldn't get what he was saying.

"Please, let me drive you" he whispered in your ear, his voice sending shivers down your back, bringing quick flashbacks from your previous night.

"Don't worry, love, Lando it's already in the shower, he said he'll drive me, ok? as soon as he's out of the shower we'll be on our way"

"Are you sure? Please love, I can't wait to see you, I need to see you"

"Yes baby, don't worry" you took a deep breath and kept talking "I can't wait to see you, too" Lando turned to look at the floor looking for his clothes, hearing how concerned his friend was made him feel even worse, he knew charles loved you, but he did too, this was so painful.

"Ok baby, see you here, je t'aime" (I love you)

"Je t'aime aussi" (I love you too)

You hung up your phone and turned to look at Lando who was in his boxers, walking towards the bathroom.

"Want to shower?" he looked at you nervously.

"Umm...I... we..."

"It's ok, we don't need to shower together, I mean who cares about the planet and saving water?"

"Lando" your breathy laugh easing the tension.

"I'm sorry, I just, I don't know how to, you know, whats going to happen?"

"Lando, I'm getting married." You looked at your ring.

"I know" he leaned against the bathroom door, you turned to look at him, he now seemed like a completely different person from the guy that had greeted you at the beginning of the night, his big biceps pretty visible now that his arms where crossed in front of his broad chest, you looked away searching for your clothes trying to hide your blushing cheeks.

"Lando, I..." You stood up covering yourself with your dress.

"Don't worry , I get it, just..." He walked towards you and took you by your shoulders "Just know that this wasn't just a fuck, it would be stupid to keep it a secret anymore, I'm in love with you, I have been for a while now and all I want is for you to be happy, and if you're happy with Charles I won't interfere"

"He makes me happy"

"Ok, that's good enough for me, I'll keep my distance"

"Just don't be a stranger, I..." you searched for the right word "care a lot about you"

"I hate that word, it makes it sound like you're my nanny or something"

"You know I don't mean it like that, I love you Lando, just not like that" You could see the pain in his eyes and it was hurting you too.

"Ok, enough, go in the shower, we need to get you to your hotel" he turned cleaning a tear from his cheek, you felt the need to hug him, but stopped yourself, you knew this had to end here, you walked in the bathroom and took a quick shower, when you were getting dressed you searched for any marks, Lando's hand on your ass was starting to fade, you felt relieved, when you were done he got in and showered fast.

As you where about to exit the room he pulled you back in and closed the door, he turned you to look at him, before you could ask what was happening he was kissing you, you couldn't help yourself and you found yourself kissing him back, a soft moan from you brought him back to reality, he was starting to get hard but knew nothing was going to happen so he just broke the kiss and looked you in the eye.

"I'm sorry, I know once we walk out that door it will all be over and I just had to do it one last time"

"It's ok" He gave one last peck on your lips and opened the door, letting you go first.

The ride back was in complete silence, just the sound of Lando's spotify filling the air, when you got to the hotel you both stood in silence.

"Lando..."

"You don't need to say anything, I know, just go, Charles is waiting for you, and don't worry nobody will know about what happened, just remember, I love you" those three words got imprinted on your mind, you were screwed, you knew you felt something for him too, but you weren't sure what it was, it was different from the love you had for Charles, but it was definitely deeper than what ever you felt for all the other drivers.

"Thanks" You said and he just answered by putting his hand on your thigh and giving it a squeeze. You exited the car and walked up to your room where your fiancé was waiting anxiously.

#f1 smut #f1 imagine #lando norris smut

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I'm writing something that I really want to finish so I can upload but I have tons of work to do!!!!

Here's a teaser tho.

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...don't get me wrong, I love supporting him and being with him, I love him..."

Those three words felt like a punch to Lando's gut, he had been feeling something similar to hope from hearing you complain about your partner, his friend, yes I'm a piece of shit, he thought to himself.

"...but sometimes I wish he could do the same for me"

Lando kept quiet as he was fighting with himself, he had two options, support his friend and tell you how much he loved you or he could be selfish and tell you that you were right and that you should be with someone who would actually do what ever it took to make you feel loved and supported, maybe someone like him.

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I've been feeling angsty

#teaser #f1 imagine #lando norris smut

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── Fudging Hell

summary: you and the rest of the grid make a bet to try not to swear all weekend long. it gets rather difficult at the end of the weekend when charles and pierre come up with an interesting drinking game.

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, fluff, and sexual themes mentioned.

pairing: none (yet) just fem!driver!reader having fun with the rest of the grid. maybe a little bit of charles leclerc x reader.

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“So, how’s it going?” Alex nudges your shoulder playfully as he takes a sip from his drink.

Normally, you would say shit, but since you all made a bet to not swear the entire weekend, the only thing that came out was a grumpy, “it’s okay.”

He almost spurts out his drink laughing, but quickly swallows before letting it out. “You look cute when you’re annoyed,” he grins as he wipes the rain off of his forehead.

“It’s fu-,” you almost mess up but recover just in time “-dging cold right now huh?” You hold your hand at the back of your neck to feel the drops of liquid running down to your back.

“Yeah it is fudging cold right now,” he mocks and nudges your shoulder again before both of you leave the Williams motorhome to go out to the paddock.

“Hey Seb!” Alex exclaims as he waves over to Sebastian who’s standing outside his motorhome talking to Mick.

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Can I request NSFW Prompt List; 2, 39, 42, and 48 with either Pierre, Charles or Max and you can make it however short or long you’d like ☺️☺️

Keeping it within the Team

Summary : Charles makes a very big mistake, one that you want answers for. But just how exactly is Charles going to answer you? Rating : 18+ Pairing : Charles Leclerc x Reader Word Count : 1.8k Warnings : NSFW, Adult material, PinV sex, unprotected sex, language, fingering, tension and anger, work related power positions

“What the fuck was that?” You pretty much yell as your driver - the exact one that you had been instrumental in bringing to the team - stormed past you with expletives in his mother tongue pouring from him. Coursing through your veins was pure and utter rage. This weekend was supposed to be an easy one. A nice, easy, relaxed win. But no. Charles thought he knew more than you and tried to pull off a move so ridiculous that you flung your headset across the pit wall. His egotistical display didn’t just have him tumbling down the timing table, it had him out of the race all together. P2 and challenging a win to OUT, DNF, FUORI!

As someone came over to you to ask some stupid, unnecessary question, you watched as Charles headed straight out of the garage.  “Fuck this!” You weren’t going to be ignored. He was going to answer for himself, even if it was just to you. He wasn’t going to go sulk in his drivers room and try blame it on the team, tactics or worst of all, you. You tear through the garage totally indignant. 

“He doesn’t want anyone to….” Charles trainer was stood by his drivers room door and was seriously trying to stop you? You didn’t even bother paying him any attention. Your fist banged against the cool, cold metal of the door. The loud rattle and booming it made mimicked the way your heart hammered in your chest. 

“Leclerc! Open this door. This is Ferrari property!” You hit it again and again. If he didn’t open the locked door and let you in then you were fully prepared to go to the bosses about the petulant child he was being.  Finally, and rather dramatically, the door flew open and exposed a thundery, raging Charles. Fireproof already off and glaring down at you as if this was all somehow your fault. You didn’t ask to be let in. You pushed your way in and immediately observed the damage he had done. The massage table was on its side, pile of drivers cards that he had been signing strewn across the floor. His helmet had dented the wall and as angry as you were, you were rather amused that he finally had started showing his anger and letting it out instead of being bottled up inside himself. 

When you turned to look at him you saw how dark his eyes looked and for the first time ever, your stomach actually flipped. He was such a handsome fucker but no one caused you as much bloody stress as he did. It wasn’t until his eyes seemed intent on burrowing right into your soul that you realised your heart was pounding, palms were slightly sweaty and breathing was totally elevated. What the hell was going on? 

“Why…” your voice catches in your throat. Words became thick like smog and didn’t want to come out. But then that may have been because Charles had moved halfway across the room and was now only a few feet from you and it made you nervous. “Why did you do that? You had fresher tyres and you know that corner was far too tight for the move you were trying to pull.” You tried to snap out of whatever he had suddenly done to you.  “I don’t want to talk about it.” It came rumbled out of him and you had never heard him like this before. He was practically growling and just out of uneasiness you swallowed. 

“You have to answer for it Charles…” before you could tell him that management will want to know why he didn’t listen to team orders - specifically to you - and ignored his radio, his hands were on you. One around your waist, palm flat against your back, while the other was against the side of your throat. But then your brain abruptly snapped back into reality and you realised not only were his hands were on you, his mouth was too

His mouth is on you. 

Charles’ mouth is on yours. 

You snapped back to earth when he moaned into your mouth and you realised you were kissing him back, feverishly. The thought washed over you that this was all completely inappropriate and a total breach of the level of responsibility you had within the team. A second wave crashed upon you that made you consider telling him to stop but then, your back hit something solid and you realised Charles had you up against the wall. Fuck, you didn’t know if you could bring yourself to stop him even if you wanted too. It had been months since you had been touched like this. Right before the season started your boyfriend had broken up with you - something Charles was acutely aware of considering your ex was one of his mechanics - so it wasn’t like you had any other reason to tell him to stop. It was literally only your job. 

The thoughts immediately left your head as Charles’ pressed his body flush against you and you could feel his obvious erection straining against the red race suit. It pressed against your thigh and it gave you this tingle all over your body. You didn’t care if it was because he was angry with you, frustrated with how his race went or because he actually wanted you. As his hand left your back and found the button on your Ferrari issue red pants (ones which you absolutely hated) you finally mustered up the courage to ask;  “Wh…what are you doing?” 

“Don’t you dare tell me to stop.” Your mind had been too fixed on the emotions you were feeling that the only way you had managed to hear his voice was by the action of his hand further down. An unexpected gasp left you as his hand slid inside your panties. Cupping the dampening heat between your thighs Charles moaned.  “Fuck!” He sighed “are you this wet because I made you angry or because you’ve always wanted me to touch you?”  “Don’t flatter yourself Leclerc.” Was what you would have said if his forefinger didn’t make contact with your already pulsating, aching clit. His pressure was too light. It was far too god damn light. You circled your hips down against him and his other hand went back to your throat again. 

“Look at me!” It came out of him as a husky rasp. Your eyes opened for him and you only had time to drink in the lust filled look his his own when the same finger that had been rubbing circles against you, slid inside of your drenched pussy. "You're so fucking perfect" You weren't even sure you heard him say it so decided you wanted to hear it again. 

“Char…” but as much as you wanted to get him to repeat himself, you couldn’t even speak his name. He had infiltrated your mind and soul. Already reducing you to a pile of wanton need. A slightly exasperated sigh spilled from you. Neediness capturing your physical being. You wanted him. You needed him. You were orgasm deprived and desperate. And just when you thought you would have to telepathically beg him to fuck you, he turned you around to face the wall while he ripped those team issue trousers down over your butt and thighs. 

You couldn’t remember anything about how you got here the second Charles slammed his throbbing cock inside of you. Your mind going blank because all you could think of was how he felt as he filled you up. His cock buried up to the hilt. You heard his own gasps for air and you knew you felt good wrapped around him. He had stilled for a moment and the frantic need for utter carnal pleasure took over your body. A deliberate pushing back of your hips had his hand against the side of your head before he began to find his rhythm. 

Strokes of slow, sinuous sensuality were being replaced by total and utter desperation. His fingertips would be leaving marks when he grabbed your arm and pulled it behind your back so he could get purchase on something. And, you didn’t care. You wanted to be marked by him. You were happy to be consumed by him just like the rage he had given you earlier. His cock pounded into you and air felt like it couldn’t fill your lungs fast enough. 

“Charles….” It tumbled from your mouth eventually. Then it came again and again. The sound of his name sliding over your reddened lips began to bring him closer and closer. So close that eventually those thrusts got harder and harder and the tip of his pulsating member was repeatedly hitting the spot inside of you that made you see stars. 

“Fuck….keep going….please….keep fucking going.” It all came pouring from you now. It was as if Charles fucking you had opened the floodgates and you would tell him whatever he wanted to hear as long as he made you cum. 

"Fuck...your pussy is....I've never had anyone feel this good." Charles voice purred. Then it hit you. The electric high of an orgasm. Your thighs momentarily shaking as finally he took you over the edge with just his cock. You knew the tightening of your slick, drenched walls affected him. His moans all but stopped and you could feel him starting to twitch inside of you. Your name finally, after all this time, left his open lips. His hips jerked and as his body collapsed against you - pressing your even further against the wall - you could feel him still convulsing from his own orgasm. 

You could have gone again with how phenomenal he had just made you feel. While you felt his milky cum begin to trickle out of you, you didn’t even care if this was a one time thing. You had never had such an intense fuck in your life. Charles returned from the bathroom with a damp towel - you had been so cock drunk you weren’t even sure when he had disappeared - and you took it with a breathy quick sigh. Your lungs felt desperate for air. They were aching as if you had been holding your breath. They were aching as much as your Leclerc used pussy. You could practically laugh at that statement. You had just fucked Charles Leclerc out of frustration. He watched as you cleaned up and made yourself decent again. 

“You hate me don’t you?” He sat on the edge of the flame red sofa. “For DNFing.” 

“I don’t particularly fucking like you for it but I don’t hate you.” You picked up your credentials from the floor before smoothing out your hair. You would smell of him - of it, of sex - but you didn’t even care. Moving toward the door you hear Charles let out a shaky laugh from behind you

“Just so you know…that wasn’t a hate fuck. If it was a hate fuck, you wouldn’t be walking out of here.” And with a simple statement you knew you were completely, totally, fucked. 

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SPACE ASKS

Comet- What are you currently frustrated about?

Black Hole- What are you most afraid of?

Galaxy- Do you have any nicknames? What are they?

Star- What song(s) do you feel describes you?

Moon- Are you currently reading any books? If so, what book(s)?

Planets- If you could go anywhere, where would you go?

Mercury- Describe your aesthetic.

Venus- What’s your favorite tv show?

Earth- If you could be anyone else for a day, who would you want to be?

Mars- If you could change one thing about yourself, what would you change?

Jupiter- If you had to pick one color to use for an entire week, what color would you choose?

Saturn- How far would you go for those you care about?

Uranus- What would you say is your greatest achievement?

Neptune- Describe yourself in one sentence.

Pluto- If you could meet anyone, alive or dead, who would you meet?

Constellations- If you could have one talent, what would you want it to be? (can be magical or not)

Asteroid- When you die, what do you want to be done with your body?

Aquarius- What’s a topic you enjoy learning about?

Aquila- Do you prefer to read books or watch movies?

Aries- What is something you enjoy doing?

Auriga- If you had to pick one villain from any media, who would you rather have to face and why?

Bootes- If you could have any animal, wild or not, fake or not, which would you want?

Cancer- How do you want to be remembered?

Canis Major- How many friends do you have?

Capricornus- What’s a song lyric that you relate to?

Cassiopeia- What’s your favorite quote?

Cygnus- If you could go back to any time period for a couple days, when/where would you want to go?

Gemini- Do you have any siblings? How many?

Leo- If you could change the way any movie was made, which movie would you change?

Libra- If you could talk to your past self, what would you tell yourself?

Lyra- Would you rather be feared or loved?

Orion- What’s your favorite type of weather?

Pegasus- What’s your favorite music genre?

Perseus- What’s your favorite movie genre?

Pisces- Describe someone you love without saying their name.

Sagittarius- What do you do when you don’t feel well? What do you eat/drink?

Scorpius- If you had to pick someone to betray you, who would you pick?

Taurus- What makes you feel comfortable?

Ursa Major- If you had to pick any job to have, what job would you want?

Virgo- What do you value the most- artistic ability/creativity, musical ability, athletic ability, intellect, or work ethic?

Neutron- Are you more of a leader or a follower?

Supernova- How do you feel about yourself?

Supergiant- What’s something you like about yourself?

Red Giant- Would you get into a debate/argument with someone if you heard them saying something you disagree with or know to be wrong, or would you stay silent?

Red Dwarf- What’s your favorite smell? What smell makes you feel most comfortable?

Protostar- Give a random fact about yourself.