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look after you - daniel ricciardo
pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader
summary: you’ve had a rough week, but daniel is there to help you through it
note: this was a request, i can’t find the ask, but someone just requested a comfort story, hope you enjoy! it’s short and sweet, just while i get back to writing <3
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The tears soaked your soft silk pillowcase. You were curled up in a ball of pink flowered duvets, like a caterpillar in its cocoon.
You felt empty. You couldn’t understand why. You had a great week last week, traveling to Brazil to see Daniel race. But this week? You didn’t even have the energy to get out of bed.
Your phone constantly buzzed on the dresser in the corner of your room. You knew most of those messages were from Daniel, and guilt built up in you, knowing that you were probably worrying him, but you didn’t have the energy to move.
So you went back to sleep, again.
You were awoken by a soft shaking to your shoulder. You opened your eyes and met those of the beautiful brown eyes of your partner, Daniel.
His hand cupped your cheek, “Hey, my love. Are you okay?”
You tried to smile, but your lip quivered, and before you knew it, you were crying again. You pulled the neck of your hoodie up over your face to try and hide, but Daniel cupped your face and tilted it upwards.
“Please, tell me what’s wrong doll.”
You were definitely crying now. “I’m just exhausted and sad. I don’t really know why. It’s too much for me to even move or get up. I’m sorry for-”
Daniel pressed his finger to your lip. “Don’t apologize baby. It’s been a tough day for you, yeah you had me worried, but I’m here now and I’ll help you. ‘Kay?”
You nodded, a smile growing on your face. No matter how shit you felt, Danny could always make you feel so much better.
“Okay, shower first.” You groaned loudly, knowing how much effort that would take. Daniel scooped you up into his arms and lifted you into the bathroom, setting you down gently on the sink and pulling your clothes off, before taking off his own.
“You’re coming in?” You asked.
“Yeah, I’ll wash you baby.” You felt so blessed to have somebody like him. “Thanks.” You whispered.
He lifted you into the shower, placing you on your feet. You leaned back into his body as he washed you, softly scrubbing your strawberry scented body wash all over you. He massaged your head whilst he shampooed it. He made you feel like a queen.
He wrapped you in a heated towel when you got out, giggling as he struggled to wrap your hair into the turban. You couldn’t help but giggle too, pieces of hair falling out every side. He dried you so delicately, like you were a glass doll about to shatter. He then wrapped you in your favourite clothes.
Also known as his clothes.
He swooped you up bridal style again, carrying you downstairs to your shared kitchen. He plopped you up on the kitchen island whilst he got himself busy, readying something for you.
You lay on your back on the island, studying the plastered ceiling like it was the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen.
“So, wanna talk about how you’re feeling?” Daniel asked, rummaging through the cupboards.
“Uh, not really, to be honest.” You sighed.
“Okay, then we won’t mention it.” Daniel replied. He grabbed his phone, turning on Taylor Swift, before busying himself again.
You hummed along to the music, watching Daniel’s attempt to scramble eggs. He presented you with a dish that would have horrified most chefs with the sight of it, but you were so grateful, you couldn’t care less.
“Thanks Danny.” You said, making your way off of the counter, collapsing into the tall stool. He brushed your hair while you ate, making sure to put your oil through the tips too.
After you finished your eggs, you leaned back into him, closing your eyes as he placed his arms around you. You felt so much better than you had this morning, all thanks to him.
“I’m so lucky to have you.” You whispered.
“No baby, I’m lucky to have you.” He replied, placing soft kisses to your head.
“Yeah, but I should be the one minding you, after your first triple header with your hand. I feel guilty-”
Daniel cut you off, not wanting to hear your apologies. “I love taking care of you. I’ll gladly take care of you until we’re grey and old, having to shout at each other because of our terrible hearing.”
You giggled and a tear slid down your cheek, but this time it was a tear of happiness and gratitude.
“Fancy watching a movie?” Daniel asked, grabbing your plate.
“Only if it’s-”
“- La La Land” Daniel said, finishing your sentence. He knew how obsessed you were with that movie.
He picked you up once again and you headed for the living room, to binge watch movies for the evening.
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#formula 1#f1#f1 fanfic#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#feelingf1#daniel ricciardo x you#daniel riccardo x reader#daniel riccardo imagine#daniel ricciardo
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omg hey haven’t been online in ages!! I’ve been having a huge writing block and haven’t been the best mentally, but I’m back now!
I’m working on writing requests at the moment, content coming soon! <33
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i want to start writing more requests (aka i don’t have ideas right now)
so if you have any requests, feel free to send them in💓
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get him back! - lando norris
pairing: lando norris x female!reader
summary: you were carlos’ girlfriend, that was until he cheated on you. you know the perfect way to get him back
note: my first social media au! sorry if it’s crap haha. yes i’m still obsessed with liv’s new album. olivia rodrigo faceclaim 😚
warning: curse words and translated spanish xx
enjoy <3
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comments:
user6485: I do not support this Carlos. WTFFF
y/nloverrr: WDYM MOM AND DAD MIGHT BE BROKEN UP. FUCK OFFF
sm00th0perat0r: does 5 years mean nothing to idiotic men??
y/nxcarloslover: therapy session at my house at 9
y/ninstagram
liked by landonorris, y/nupdatess, and others
y/ninstagram: back in the studio, i guess.
163,749 comments:
y/nloverr: omg mom & dad are actually over😭
user84821: THIS IS NOT GOOD. OH NO.
carlossss1655: @user84821 why not?
user84821: SHE ONLY HAS BREAKUP SONGS
y/nblog: i’ll go get the tissues
f1wags.com: lando in the likes?
landonorris
liked by y/ninstagram, mclaren, danielricciardo and others
landonorris: p4!!! lfg!!!
450,632 comments:
mclaren: And that’s how it’s done! 🧡
landoslover: YESS LETS GO LANDOOOOO!!!!
danielricciardo: nice job mate xoxo
y/nupdates: y/n, what are you doing here???
y/nloverr: @y/nupdates what are you implying?
y/nupdates: @y/nloverr i think you know…
carlossainz
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carlossainz: mi belleza
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user8385 WHO TF IS THAT???
carloooos: 5 years and this mf moves on in 5 seconds
y/nlovebot: manwhore. and not in a good way
f1wags.com: uh we were not expecting this??
f1gossip: No Lando in the likes? Lando always likes Carlos’ posts🤨
user7585: @/f1..gossip DON’T TEASE ME.
y/ninstagram
liked by landonorris, f1dramaa, danielricciardo and others
y/ninstagram: better off without u anyways xoxo
y/nlover: YOU TELL THEM MOTHER
user9395871: SHE ATE HIM UP AND SPAT HIM OUT🫣
landonorris: gorgeous xx
f1dramaa: LANDO?? WTF
y/nlovebot: THEY’RE DEFO DATING, RIGHT???
lastlaplando: YES THEY HAVE TO BE??
comments:
user4959693: SHUT THE FUCK UP. NO WAYYY
y/n5everr: OH MY GOD. WHAT THE HELLLL
landosparklyhemlet: Y/N AND LANDO?? I’M SO HERE FOR THIS
y/nuser: 👀🫣
landolover: OH FUCK THEY’RE SO TOGETHER
user73859: YES GIRL GET HIS ASS
y/nblogs: OH BABYGIRL I LOVE U AND UR MIND
y/ninstagram
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y/ninstagram: new single out tonight! be there or be square
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y/ninstagram: get him back! is out right now!! thank you to everybody who helped produce this song. a big thank you to my sweet boy for guiding me though a dark time, and also helping make a certain someone jealous and mad ;)
i love you. <3
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y/nlovebot: OMG LANDO AND Y/N CONFIRMED
iloveyou444: I CANNOT DEAL WITH THEM😭😭
landonorris: I am so proud of you, my angel 🧡
f1gossip.com: SHUT THE FRONT DOOR
landonorris
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tagged: y/ninstagram
landonorris: I will never let anybody hurt you, my bean. You are my absolute everything and I am so so proud of you.
Stream Y/N’s new song right now on all platforms!
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y/ninstagram
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y/ninstagram: i would be lost if i didn’t have you with me, my lando. i love you more than words.
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landonorris: you’re mine and mine only y/n <3
danielricciardo: you kids will make me cry
alexalbon: me too
maxverstappen: me three
#Spotify#f1#formula 1#f1 fanfic#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#feelingf1#lando x reader#lando norris fanfic#lando norris x y/n#lando norris#lando norris x reader#f1 social media au#f1 smau#lando norris social media au#lando norris smau
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just friends, right? - oscar piastri
pairing: oscar piastri x female!reader
summary: you and oscar are best friends, and that’s the way it will always be. until one night there’s a moment between you. and nobody’s sure what you are now
slight nsfw?? just a French-kiss💋
enjoy <33
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You hated this event.
You didn’t usually, but this event was killing you. It was supposedly a ‘party to celebrate the end of the season’ but it definitely wasn’t. There was paparazzi and interviewers everywhere, bombarding you with questions.
“So, Y/N. Finishing P20 in the drivers championship. Not exactly something to be proud of, huh?”
You felt taken aback by the rudeness. In your defense, you were a rookie in a Williams.
You laughed, trying to hide your anger. “I mean, at least the only way is up right?” You said jokingly, but the interviewer didn’t find it funny.
“You’re at risk of losing your seat with that attidtude.” He replied.
Wow. Extremely rude.
You rubbed the back of your neck. This couldn’t be more awkward. “Uh-”
The interviewer cut you off quickly. “Sorry, have to get a word in with the world champion.” He said, before running off.
You rolled your eyes. Although you loved racing, you couldn’t wait for this season to end so you could stop hearing about your P20 disappointment.
You made your way into the dining room where the drinks were flowing and the music was buzzing. This was more of the party that you were looking forward to.
You headed to the bar, ordering a vodka coke, before pulling out your phone.
osCAR🏎️
dude where the hell are you???
You searched the room looking for Oscar, but with no success. You chatted with the other drivers, laughing and joking, until Oscar texted you back.
osCAR🏎️
Sorry! Traffic was mental. I’m over by the barstools :)
You smiled when you saw the text. Oscar was your best friend, the light of your life. You two were nearly inseparable for the 15 years you had known eachother. You loved Oscar, as a friend, of course.
Lando noticed you smiling at your phone. “Texting the boyfriend?” He asked.
You laughed, “You know well I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m texting Osc.”
Lando smiled. “Ah, so you are texting the boyfriend.”
You knew straight away that Lando had a couple of drinks on him. Sober Lando was not as cheeky and fun as this.
“Explain yourself Norris.” You demanded.
Lando leaned over the high table the two of you were standing at. “Y/N, it’s so obvious how in love the two of you are. Friends don’t look at each other the way you guys do.”
For the second time this night, you were taken aback. Feelings for Oscar? No way. He was your best friend.
“Lando, no. Oscar is my best friend. You know that. Now stop messing.”
Lando shook his head. “Oh believe me, I’m definitely not the only person that thinks this.” He said, before walking away.
What the hell?
You shrugged your shoulders, blaming Lando’s intoxication, and went to find Oscar. It didn’t take you long to spot him by the bar, as you threw your arms around him into a huge hug.
The two of you started chatting immediately, like always. Until the music started playing some classic dance tunes, and you dragged him to the dance floor.
“Don’t make me do this Y/N.” He shouted over the music.
“You have no choice Piastri.”
You led him into the middle as the two of you started dancing, without a care in the world. You didn’t think that you had ever been happier than in this moment. The atmosphere, the music, Oscar, everything made it perfect.
Oscar grabbed your hand, spinning you around, and then he pulled you towards him.
The music stopped.
Or at least it felt like it did.
You and Oscar gazed at each other, like it was just the two of you, like you weren’t at a party with so many people you could barely breathe. You gazed at each other in a way that friends definitely don’t.
Maybe Lando was right.
No. There was no “maybe” about it. He was right.
You were about to speak, to confess how you felt, when you were tapped on the shoulder.
“Y/N, interview for Sports News UK?”
The moment had ended, the music was loud, it was hard to breathe.
And who the hell let interviewers into the party?
“Uh, no not right now, sorry.” You apologized, you couldn’t deal with any more people attacking you for your racing.
Oscar saw how uncomfortable you were, and he took over.
“Mate, Max Verstappen is over in that corner, dying for an interview.” He pointed towards a corner where Max definitely wasn’t, and the interviewer headed off.
You felt nervous as you went to thank Oscar. You had never felt nervous around him. Ever.
“Uh, thanks. Thanks for that.” You said, trying desperately not to trip over your words.
“Not a problem.” Oscar smiled back. He leaned down into your ear to whisper something.
You nearly got distracted from how nice it felt, his hot breathe beating off your soft skin. You loved it.
“Want to find an empty conference room and get away from this madness? I have a bottle of vodka with me.”
You nodded frantically and Oscar pulled your hand out of the dining room and and the two of you ran down the hall until you found an empty conference room.
You locked the door and sat up on the table with Oscar. He opened his suit and he revealed how he had hidden a bottle of vodka in the inside pocket.
You laughed at him. “How the hell did you manage to sneak that in?”
Oscar laughed with you. “Mom wasn’t the biggest fan of me drinking when I was younger, so I had to figure something out for when I went to parties.”
He opened the bottle and took a sip, his face scrunching up with the strength of the alcohol, before passing the bottle to you and you took a sip.
You grabbed your phone and started playing some iconic 2000’s music. “We can have our own party.” You smiled, looking at him.
The two of you were silent. But it was a comfortable silence, as your heads bopped along in time with the music.
“Thanks for getting me away from that interviewer. They have been breathing down my neck all night.” You laughed, leaning into his shoulder.
“Really?”
“Yeah, told me that I was a disappointment and that I should be aware of losing my seat if I keep joking.”
Oscar’s head whipped around. He hopped off the table, you sighing as you lost your body to lean on. He stood in front of you, putting his hands on the table, either side of your hip, as he stood between your legs.
“Y/N, I am so proud of you and everything you’ve done. You have achieved your dream, despite all the bullshit you’ve had to put up with as a woman. You deserve a better car, you deserve a championship.”
You didn’t know what came over you, but you grabbed Oscar’s face, pulling him towards you, and you kissed him.
His hands remained on the table for a few minutes before he grabbed your hair, deepening the kiss. After a minute, the two of you put your foreheads together, breathing quickly.
After Oscar didn’t say anything, you started to panic.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I did that or-”
This time, Oscar initiated the kiss, cupping your cheeks and hair. His tongue was begging for entry into your mouth, which you granted him immediately.
You melted into his touch. He was so gentle holding you, like you were a piece of glass that could shatter at any moment.
Oscar pulled away, still cupping your cheeks, gazing at you lovingly.
“So I guess we’re a bit more than friends now, right?” He said laughing.
You placed your hand over his, smiling.
“Definitely.”
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#f1#formula 1#f1 fanfic#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#feelingf1#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri imagine
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pretty isn’t pretty - daniel ricciardo
pairing: daniel ricciardo x female!reader
summary: you’ve started comparing yourself to the other wags, and now you’re starting to wonder, does daniel deserve someone better than you?
authors note: i am obsessed with this song. it’s not okay. this is also kinda short, sorry😭
enjoy!
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You collapsed onto your bed after an enjoyable but exhausting day. You had spent your day accompanying Daniel in the paddock on the last race of the season.
Because you were still mainly located in yours and Daniel’s home town, you didn’t often get the opportunity to travel so far to go and see him race, but you were glad you could.
You threw your outfit on the bench, putting on your comfy pajamas before making a call for room service and scrolling through your phone.
You opened up Instagram and saw that Carmen, George’s partner, had posted a picture of you, Lily, Isa and Charlotte.
You liked it, reposting it to your story, before checking the comment to see what people were saying.
That was your big mistake.
You opened a comment section to people slagging you off, for every reason they could.
“Y/N looks like she pulled that outfit out of her cousin’s closest”
“Jesus she could try and make some effort with her hair and makeup.”
“What?” You said to yourself. It hadn’t come to your attention before that people online didn’t really like you.
“She’s such a slag, sucking off Daniel for his money”
-> “Pity she wouldn’t use Daniel’s money to dress herself up a bit.”
“Daniel deserves way better than her.”
That last comment stuck with you. Your friends had always told you not to believe what the comments said. But surely if they’re all saying the same thing, they must be right?
You scrolled through the other photos the paparazzi had captured of all the other wags. Looking through them, you came to understand how you believed you were a lower standard compared to them.
They had the newest handbags, shoes, clothes, makeup. They had people dressing them up for this and every event they attended. They didn’t even had to think twice before flashing their card in a designer shop.
You, on the other hand, had to go to a thrift shop to buy the dress you wore so you could still afford your rent and bills at the end of the month. You used the drugstore makeup you had been using for years, as getting it done by somebody would cost too much, and you’d have to cut back on buying groceries.
How could you ever expect yourself to compare to these angels who had everything they could ever want? Of course, if you had asked Daniel, he would have bought you a brand new Louis Vuitton dress with a Gucci clutch bag just for today, but you prided yourself on not having to rely on your boyfriend for money. Maybe you prided yourself a little too much.
Tears started to fall from your eyes and down your cheeks. You couldn’t help but think you were and embarrassment to Daniel. That he only kept with you because he felt bad for you and your sad little life.
You headed to the bathroom to take off your makeup, so you could cry without looking like a panda. You stared in the mirror for a little too long, starting to point out imperfections that nobody else saw but you.
You started to cry again.
You crawled into the hotel bed, pulling the covers up over your head, and wept. You wept and wept until you felt empty. And then you came to a realization.
You had to break up with Daniel. You had to let him find someone better than you. Someone prettier, someone richer, someone who wouldn’t put shame on his name.
You were too busy crying to hear the sound of your hotel room door opening and closing. The second Daniel saw you upset, he rushed to your side.
“My love. What’s wrong?”
He pulled the covers down from your face gently, revealing your reddened cheeks and puffy eyes. A look of worry washed over his face.
“What’s happened?” He asked, softly.
You wiped your eyes in your hoodie sleeves and started at the ceiling, not even having it in you to look at his big, brown, beautiful eyes right now.
“We- we need to break up.” You croaked out.
Daniel’s face dropped. “What? Y/N, what the hell are you talking about.”
You brought your hands up to your eyes and started to cry tears you thought you didn’t have left. Daniel softly stroked your cheek in an attempt to calm you down.
“There’s- there’s just comments I saw online and they say how bad I look compared to the other girls.” You rambled out, still not able to look at him.
“Oh, doll.” He whispered.
“And one comment said that you deserve someone way better than me, which you do. I’m too ugly and poor to be with someone as good as you.”
Your breathing started to increase a little as you started to panic. Daniel pulled you into his arms, cradling you, as he rubbed soft circles on your back.
“Oh Y/N. You can’t listen to those silly little comments. I’m the one that’s lucky to have you.” He said, into your ear.
“But-” You went to argue but Daniel cut you off.
“No, listen. Y/N, I’m the luckiest person in the world to have somebody like you. Somebody so kind, so pretty, so smart, so sweet, so dedicated. You’re the prettiest girl in the whole entire world. Nobody compared to you, my love.”
He softly took ahold of your hands, removing them from your face.
“Let me see my beautiful lady.”
You smiled up at him. You were so lucky to have somebody like him. He really was one of a kind.
“Y/N, I love you.” He said.
Your face lit up, he said them. He really said those three beautiful words for the first time. Just when you thought you couldn’t love him more, he proved you wrong.
“I love you too, Daniel.”
He pulled you into a proper hugs and you stayed there for what felt like forever. You didn’t care, as long as you had Daniel, you could stay with him forever.
#Spotify#f1#formula 1#f1 fanfic#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#feelingf1#daniel riccardo x reader#daniel riccardo imagine#daniel ricciardo#daniel ricciardo x you
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It’s not much of an idea but pulling on Charles leclerc’s hair while he eats reader out is constantly on my mind
pulling on locks - charles leclerc
pairing: charles leclerc x female!reader
summary: based on this ask! make sure to send in a request if you have one. hope you like it <33
warnings: NSFW
enjoy!!
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You were lying on your bed, watching the time going by painfully slow. Charles was on his way home from a triple header, and you had been missing him, and his body, like crazy.
Since he’s been gone, you’ve been hornier than ever. You’ve had to deal with phone sex, so you couldn’t be more glad to have him back.
You heard a text come through to your phone.
C❤️
I’ll be home in a hour, have to do some errands xx
You physically felt like you couldn’t wait an hour, so you came up with the perfect idea. You pulled out yours and Charles’ favourite lingerie set you owned. It was a light blue colour with tiny embroidered flowers. You knew how crazy it drove Charles.
You grabbed your phone and hit the FaceTime button, but only facing the camera above your eyes, getting ready to surprise him.
“Cherie, what’s up?” He said when he answered.
“Uh, I need something.” You asked, softly.
“From the shop? What is it, food or-”
You flipped the camera around so all Charles could see was you, lying on your bed in the lingerie. You flipped the camera back to your face, watching as his mouth fell open.
“I think you know what I need.” You replied.
“I’ll be home in 10. Don’t do anything.”
He hung up the call, and you could feel your core getting wet already with excitement. Although he said not to do anything, you couldn’t help but massage your tits while waiting, little moans escaping your lips.
Your heard the front door of your house open, followed by the quick footsteps that lead to your bedroom door. Charles was taken aback by the beautiful sight of your sprawled across your shared bed. Your little lingerie set didn’t leave much to the imagination.
“Hi, baby.” You said softly.
As quick as lightning, Charles slipped off his shoes and coat, discarding them on the floor, before crawling onto the bed until his was hovering over you, his beautiful eyes piercing into yours.
“You drive me crazy. You know that right?” Charles said in a low, husky tone, rubbing in thumb across your lower lip.
“I know.” You replied.
You noticed his chain hanging from his neck and you pulled it and him closer towards you, until your lips were locked.
At first it was a soft, sensual kiss. But it didn’t take long for want and need to take over. You pushed your tongue in to Charles mouth, needing all of him as close to you as possible.
You broke away for a few seconds. “Please, Charles. I need more.”
You and your pussy were crying out for attention. And while the kissing was enjoyable, right now it wasn’t enough.
A smirk grew across Charles’ face when he seen you begging under him.
“Anything for my lady.”
He started planting kisses all down your neck, sucking and grazing his teeth at the places the drove you crazy. Moans startled to tumble out of your lips and your head tilted back
Once he reached your tits, he lifted you up slightly, unclipping your bra and discarding it on the floor. He took your tit in his mouth and starting sucking on it, whilst squeezing the other one.
“Fuck Charles, please.” You screamed, you didn’t know how much more you could take of the teasing.
Pretty quickly, Charles moved down to your thighs. He licked a big stripe from your lower thigh to your underwear. He grabbed the hem of your lingerie with his teeth and pulled them down to your knees, and they quickly fell to the floor. If you were wet before, you were dripping now.
He started kissing your cunt. Soft, delicate, little kisses which drove you insane. You could feel both your breathing and heart rate start to increase.
“Char-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence without moans coming out of your mouth.
“Sit up princess. I want to see your pretty little face while I fuck you with my tongue.” He said, his voice raspy.
You grabbed the pillow and propped yourself up against it. You now had the perfect view of Charles between your legs, something that every girl and Italian man has dreamt of.
He spread your legs as wide as he could and starting peppering more soft kisses on your pussy. He knew that this drove you insane. He reached back up to your tits and started massaging them too.
“Charles, please.” You cried out.
Charles looked up at you and saw just how desperate you were and he couldn’t bring himself to tease you anymore.
He licked a big stripe between your folds before entering you.
He felt so good, so could feel your head and eyes starting to roll back, but you tried to remain sitting up straight, like he had asked you to.
He started to enter his tongue deeper into you and you had to grab onto something to keep you supported.
His locks.
You fingers found their way to Charles’ hair and you grabbed on, wrapping his locks around your fingers.
“Fuck, Charles.” You said, you know it wasn’t going to be long until you came.
Charles hand left your tits and made its way down to your clit. Once he started running your clit, you knew it was nearly game over.
“Fuckkkk.” You said, with more moans rolling over your tongue. Once of your hands reached your tits, and you started rubbing them. The other hand was still in Charles’ hair, and your grip was only increasing.
His tongue left your pussy for a few seconds until he forced it in again, as deep as he could go.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
“Go on, amour.”
Your grip on his locks tightened as you forced him in further, and as he started moving his turn in your pussy, you felt that knot in your stomach snap. Charles watched you, like you were some delicacy. He loved this.
The only thing that could be heard was your moans as you came undone on Charles’ face. Your fingers never left his head, you needed something to help you ride out your incredible high.
Your head tipped back and your legs started to shake, and before you knew it, you had lost all power in your body and your laid yourself down on the beat, your pussy throbbing.
Charles licked up all of your cum before lying down beside you and kissing you again, and you could taste all of your juices on his tongue.
“I love you.” You said, you voice delicate.
“I love you too, amour” He replied.
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stress relief - lando norris
pairing: lando norris x female!reader
summary: lando’s home during the break, and you noticed that he’s stressed out. you know exactly how to relieve the stress ;)
warning: NSFW (you probably could have guessed from the title)
authors note: sorry for being inactive, school is KILLING me. i didn’t get the chance to proofread this because i wanted to post something :)
Enjoy! X
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“Oh my God, Max. You’re actually terrible at this game.” You could hear Lando’s voice traveling down from his recording room upstairs. You couldn’t help but laugh. Lando knew how to handle pressure, I mean he’s an F1 driver after all, but the pressure when he was playing games was a different story.
You fixed yourself a cup of tea and headed to the living room, opting to watch Lando’s livestream on the TV, feeling like you were missing out on the fun.
You watched as they played Rocket League together. You thought the game was a bit stupid, but that wouldn’t stop you from watching your boyfriend play. You loved to cheer him on doing whatever he loved doing most.
“Max, I swear to God.” Lando said as Max missed the goal. Again.
You couldn’t help but notice that Lando seemed really agitated by Max missing a goal, on a computer game. You sat forward more and watched more attentively. Lando had been stressed out in the last couple of weeks, his car was far from where he wanted it to be, but he told you he was over that.
However, he clearly was not.
“Max, I’m actually going to log off if you miss again. I’m not joking.” Lando’s voiced couldn’t have been more stern, but Max seemed to be oblivious to this. “Yeah right mate, you’re just jealous that I’m better than you.”
That sentence set something off in Lando. He abruptly exited the game and thanked the fans before ending the stream, leaving Max by himself.
“Uh, sorry. Lando got an important phone call he had to take. Thanks for the subs and for watching. See you guys later.” You watched as Max lied, trying to cover for Lando’s sudden exit.
You ran up the stairs to check on him.
Knocking softly on the door, you entered and saw Lando staring into space. When he heard you enter he looked over at you with a soft smile.
You went over and climbed on his lap as he was sitting in his gaming chair, and you softly stroked his cheek. “What’s wrong my love?” You asked, your voice soft.
“I guess I’m not over the car being crap, or Max just brought it out again, I don’t know.” You cupped his face in your hands.
“You don’t have a thing to be worried about, Lan. You’re doing amazing.” You smiled softly, watching his face light up from your compliment.
“Thanks, baby.” He replied.
You peppered kisses down along his neck, each one getting longer. “Does this make you feel any better?” You asked. Lando nodded his head, nearly breathless already.
“You know it.”
You started kissing his neck more aggressively, before you kissed his lips. It was soft at first, but not for long when the passion and desire took over the both of you.
You returned to his neck again, leaving marks that would most certainly be visible tomorrow.
“Everyone needs to see that you’re all mine.” You said, lowly. You could hear Lando moan. “Oh fuck, Y/N.
You grabbed the hem of t-shirt and pulled it off, watching as his chain fell back against his body. You climbed off of his lap and went down on the floor on your knees.
You dragged your tongue from his neck down to his v-line, not forgetting to trace his abs along the way. You could feel that he was hard already, and was not in the mood for waiting around.
“Fuck Y/N, please.” He said between moans.
You opened the button on his jeans and yanked them down with his boxers, watching as his dick sprung up and twitched after being exposed.
You grabbed his balls and started massaging them, watching as his head fell back with pleasure. You took his cock in your other hand and guided it towards your mouth, licking a stripe from his base to his tip before taking him in your mouth.
You didn’t take all of him in your mouth at first as your rubbed the rest of his cock with you hand, but Lando needed all of your mouth.
He grabbed ahold of the roots of your hair and guided your mouth down to his base. Once you got used to his length, you sped up. Lando tried to get some words out, but the were replaced by moans.
You took your hand and reached down your trousers, rubbing your clit. Even though you were supposed to be treating Lando and not yourself, you couldn’t ignore your pussy that was nearly dripping wet now.
Lando looked down and noticed you rubbing yourself and he got harder, so he came up with an idea.
“Ride me.”
You looked up at him. Lando wasn’t really a person that ever asked you that question, but you definitely weren’t going to say no.
You pulled off your jumper, trousers and underwear, leaving you in just your bra. You climbed on to Lando’s lap and he guided his cock towards your hole.
You sunk slowly onto him at first, but once your hole was used to his length, you sped up, bouncing on him.
“I’m gonna cum.” Lando said between moans.
He grabbed your bra clasp and opened it, letting your tits fly out. He watched as they hit against you every time you bounced on him. He grabbed them and starting massaging them, and now you were the one that was moaning.
He started sucking on them, and then using his other hand, started rubbing your pussy at the same time. There was no fucking way you’d be able to hold yourself back.
“Oh shit, Lando-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence without moaning.
“I’m gonna cum.” You managed to get out, before tilting your head back and moaning.
Seeing you like that made Lando even crazier. “Me too.” He replied.
You grabbed Lando’s hand that was down at your pussy and starting sucking his fingers, lapping up your juices. Lando couldn’t hold himself back any longer and he came inside you.
The feeling of him cumming inside you always drive you crazy, causing you to come straight after.
The room went silent, apart from the heavy breaths coming from both of you. You lay down on Lando’s chest, your head lifting and falling with his chest.
“Feel any better?” You asked, you fingers dancing through his head of curls.
“So much better.” He paused, “But do you know what would make me feel way better?”
“What’s that?” You asked.
“Round 2?”
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and they said speak now part 2 - oscar piastri
you can read part one: here
happy taylor swift month!! (or august as normal people call it)
also, I forgot to give Ocar’s bride a name in the first part, hence why I just keep calling her ‘bride’. :)
enjoy!!
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But Oscar kept his mouth shut.
He looked at you, at his bride, at the priest, at the crowd, but he never once opened his mouth.
It was like he was frozen still, until suddenly, he dropped his bride’s hands and left the church through the back door.
That was it. You had just ruined your best friend’s wedding, and probably your friendship too.
The tears started to fall down your face, and there was no way that you could stop them. You were truly heartbroken.
The bride made her way down the aisle, stopping to talk to you, or rather, give out to you.
“Wow, thanks a lot Y/N. You really know how to make a wedding day amazing, don’t you?” The sadness was evident in her voice, as it broke multiple times, but that didn’t stop it being laced with sarcasm.
“I’m sorry.” You managed to whisper, attempting to wipe the tears from your eyes, to look collected. “I didn’t mean to ruin your day, but I’m in love with him, and I had to tell him.”
She rolled her eyes at you. “You’re a pathetic excuse of a person. Ruining our wedding day just so you can confess feelings that he doesn’t have, because, to remind you, HE’S GETTING MARRIED TO ME!!”
She was shouting now. Her bridal group tried calming her down, but there was no stopping her.
“If he loved you, wouldn’t you be the bride right now?” She stated, glaring at you.
With that statement, she walked away and headed out of the church doors. You were left standing in the aisle, before your legs crumbled from under you. You dropped your head and wrapped your arms around yourself.
“What have I done?” You whispered to yourself multiple times. Oscar had been a part of your life ever since you could remember, surely you didn’t lose him that easily, right?
You felt a strong pair of arms wrap around you. You looked up to find Lando, smiling softly at you. You dropped your head onto his shoulder and cried into his suit, grabbing onto him for comfort.
“Oh Lando, I’m so stupid. What have I done?” Lando comforted you, rubbing his hand through your hair.
“Oh Y/N. You told the truth, that’s not wrong to do. I promise you that. You’re brave for doing it.” The two of you sat on the floor for a few more minutes before he got to his feet.
“C’mon, we have an Oscar to go find.”
Your head snapped up at the mention of his name.
“Huh?” You asked.
Lando grabbed your hands. “Do you seriously think I’m letting this end here? No, we’re gonna go find him.”
You pulled yourself up with Lando’s help, before you started arguing with him.
“No way. That is definitely not happening this time Lando.” Could you really trust Lando’s advice again, when his advice is what landed you in this situation in the first place.
“You can’t lose him, Y/N.”
He was right. You couldn’t lose Oscar. You couldn’t lose the person who you loved for years.
“Okay, let’s go.” You agreed, and the two of you headed out the doors.
You got outside, and soon after realized that Oscar had left. He didn’t drink much last night, so he was perfectly fine to drive, something that wasn’t common with all of the other wedding guests.
You pulled out your phone, trying desperately to call and text him, but there was no reply, to you or to anybody, as all his mates had been trying him too.
Oscar’s groomsmen headed over to you. “Y/N, any idea where he’d be?” After all, this was yours and Oscar’s home town, nobody knew it better than the two of you.
You thought long and hard about where he could be. He wouldn’t be at his home, that was too obvious. He wouldn’t be at his parents’, because his parents’ house was accommodated by the rest of his family attending the wedding, and that was too obvious also.
“Y/N, is there anywhere he goes when he’s like stressed?” Lando asked you.
And then it clicked, you knew exactly where Oscar was.
He was at the Old Park.
You ran out to the church’s gates, signaling for a taxi on the busy main road. Lando raced after you. “I’ll go with you, but I’ll stay in the car, okay?” You nodded your head in agreement, and a taxi pulled up to the two of you soon after.
“Where are you guys headed?” The taxi driver asked after the two of you rushed in.
“The Old Park please, as quick as you can.”
You and Lando didn’t talk on the journey there, which was unlike you, but with the tension being so high with everything that just happened, maybe it was better than way.
Your legs were bouncing with nerves. You only had one shot to make this right, to make it up with Oscar, to get your best friend back.
After what felt like hours, you arrived at the park. You swung the door open and left Lando to deal with the payment. As you ran through the park, headed for the picnic benches, your mind became flooded with memories.
Ever since the two of you were young, this was your hangout place. You lived in a tiny apartment with all your siblings, so you could never have Oscar over as a child. Even though he invited you to his house all the time, the two of you wanted a place away from everybody else.
This is where Oscar came after every bad race, where you’d assure him that his family were still so proud of him. You’d come here when your family would stress you out with their sky-high expectations for you, and give out to you when you wouldn’t meet them. Oscar would hold you in his arms as you cried your heart out. He had to be here now, at your place.
As you sprinted up the slope, you saw a shadow sitting on the picnic table, and you never felt so relieved. He was looking down over the city, a view the two of you had spent many night admiring, but also wishing you could get away from.
You stopped dead in your tracks. What were you going to say to Oscar? Apologize? Explain? You didn’t really know, but you had to say something.
“Oscar?” You said, softly.
Oscar’s head whipped around, and he gave you a soft smile when he seen you. “I knew you’d find me.” He replied.
He pushed over to one side of the table and patted it, beckoning for you to join him, which you did.
You sighed deeply before you started explaining.
“Oscar, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your wedding, really I didn’t. It’s just, well, I was told by someone that I should tell you how I felt. I tried to do it this morning but I was too nervous. I- I don’t know why I did it in the church, I never thought I would, but the fact I did it must mean something right? It’s just-”
Oscar grabbed your jaw, turned your head towards you, and kissed you. The kiss was deep with passion and desire, which, for you, confirmed that you weren’t the only one with feelings.
After a few moments, Oscar pulled away and pressed your foreheads together.
“Y/N, I’ve loved you for years. I don’t know why I didn’t say anything, I guess I was scared of ruining our friendship. I didn’t really want to get married, but I thought it might force me to get over you, because I thought you would never like me in any other way. I love you Y/N Y/L/N.”
Tears swelled up in your eyes and spilled down your cheeks. This was possibly the best thing you could have asked for. You wrapped your arms around Oscar and kissed him again, softly, gently, like you two had all the time in the world.
Once again, the two of you pulled away and sat in a comfortable silence.
“Oscar?” You asked, and he hummed back.
“What’re you going to do about the wedding?”
Oscar looked down at himself, almost forgetting he was in his wedding suit, and he ditched his wedding. He stayed silent for a minute, before asking.
“Do you think you can find a wedding dress today?”
“Huh?” You didn’t really understand what Oscar was asking.
He hopped off of the table and pulled off his engagement ring, before getting down on one knee in front of you.
“Y/N, I know this is crazy and rushed, but I want to marry you today. I’ve waited years to tell you that I love you and I don’t think I can wait another day for you to be my bride. So, Y/N, will you marry me?”
You hands flew up to cover your mouth and you nodded frantically. This was the best day of your life, by far.
“Oh Oscar, of course I’ll marry you.”
He placed his ring on your finger before kissing you again. He grabbed your hand as the two of you ran down the slope. “Let’s go get married!” You exclaimed with joy.
A few hours later, you were stood at the church’s doors. You had to ring up your family to tell them the news, and even though they thought you were mental, they were happy for you. You chose to wear your mother’s wedding dress, and your sister happened to be a florist, so she organized your wedding flowers. You had your whole family around you and you couldn’t be happier.
The organ started to play, and with the help of your sisters carrying the train of your dress, you walked down the aisle. Of course, it was a small crowd. Most people wouldn’t show up to a wedding with a few hours notice, but you couldn’t care.
You were getting married to the love of your life, and that’s all that mattered.
The ceremony began and it was beautiful. Half way through, you found Lando in the crowd and smiled at him. None of this would be happening if it wasn’t for him. You giggled to yourself when you seen that there was tear stains on his cheeks, as they were on your own also.
The priest, once again, said the infamous line.
“Speak now, or forever hold your peace.”
There was silence across the church. Nobody wanted to object to your marriage. The two of you started laughing.
“Second time’s the charm, huh?” He whispered into your ear.
The ceremony concluded as the priest reached his final words.
“Y/N, do you take Oscar to be your lawfully wedded husband?” He asked you.
You didn’t even have to think about it. “I do.” You replied, smiling as Oscar placed the wedding ring on your finger.
“Oscar, do you take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
Oscar smiled at you. “I do.” You took the ring and carefully placed it on his finger, gently rubbing his hand.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”
The two of you kissed, and you had never, ever felt happier. You smiled out at the crowd after, then grabbed Oscar’s hand as the two of your headed down the aisle whilst being showered in confetti and flowers.
You stopped at the steps of the church.
“I love you, husband.”
“I love you too, my wife.”
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and they said “speak now” - oscar piastri
pairing: oscar piastri x female!reader
summary: you’ve been in love with oscar for years, but will you decide to confess to him before he stand up on the alter to get married?
authors note: oscar needs more fanfics!! I hardly ever see them. also so proud of him getting p2 today!!
enjoy!!
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You grabbed your clutch bag from your desk and headed downstairs to the reception of the hotel. There was wedding guests everywhere, chatting, taking pictures and drinking. Today was Oscar’s wedding, your best friend for years. You waited patiently with a drink in your hand for your ‘date’ to come sauntering down the stairs.
Lando.
However, you and Lando were far from romantic. He was also your best friend, and you met him through Oscar when he started driving for McLaren years ago. The two of you, unlike Oscar, were hopeless romantics, which led to the two of you being each other’s date for the wedding.
He walked over to you, and he was definitely not sober. “Hey, you look gorgeous.” He said, pulling you into his side. “Thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself.” You replied, and the two of you laugh. “Drinking already?” He asked, noticing the glass in your hand.
“Like you haven’t had a few yourself already.” You replied. Lando didn’t need many drinks before the alcohol took over his system.
“Hey, it’s my best mate’s wedding. Although, I don’t know if we’re best mates, considering he didn’t ask me to be a groomsman.” He replied, shaking his head.
“That’s alright, he didn’t ask me to be a bridesmaid, so I guess we’re even.”
“First of all, I’m pretty sure Oscar doesn’t have control over the bridal squad. Second of all, is he going to ask his best friend who’s in love with him to be a major part of his wedding?”
“What?”
Your stomach dropped. Lando knew. He knew that you were in love with Oscar. You never told anybody, not your best friends, not anybody, so how he knew was beyond you.
“Y’know, you being in love with Oscar.”
You couldn’t believe he knew, which is obviously why you tried to deny it.
“I’m not in love with Oscar, what are you talking about?”
Lando laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t be ashamed by it, you can’t help it.”
You kept denying, or at least trying to.
“I am not in love with Oscar. I don’t know who told you that, or where you got it from, but you’re wrong.”
“That’s weird.” He said, “Because you were the one that said it.”
Now your stomach really dropped. Had you actually told Lando your best-kept secret? And if so, when?
“What? I did?” You asked, dropping your voice to a whisper, trying to not make a scene.
“Oh you do not remember last night at all, do you?”
Last night. There was so much alcohol last night, you didn’t even remember getting back to your hotel room, never mind admitting your deepest secrets. You were convinced that you were still slightly drunk after last night, however you definitely weren’t telling Lando that.
You grabbed Lando’s hand and led him to your hotel room. This conversation couldn’t wait, but it also couldn’t happen in the wedding reception. You nearly threw him in, closing the door and leaning against it with your head in your hands.
“What did I do?”
Lando sat on the bed and looked sympathetically at you. “You were just talking about tomorrow, saying that you weren’t completely happy about it. I asked you why and you said you’ve been in love with Oscar for years but he doesn’t know.”
Great. This was absolutely great.
“Does anybody else know? Please tell me you kept your mouth shut.” You said, walking towards him and sitting next to him.
“No, nobody else knows. They were too drunk to focus on anything. How they’re up this morning is a mystery to me.”
You breathed out a sigh of relief to know that this stayed between you and Lando. The last thing you needed was this getting back to Oscar on his wedding day.
“Okay. This has to stay between you and me, okay? Promise me Lando, please.”
He turned towards you and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, I can’t promise that because I think you need to tell Oscar.”
“What? No Lando, that’s not happening.”
“No you should tell him, he’s your best friend, he needs to know.”
You sighed, feeling deflated. Maybe he was right, but you still couldn’t tell him.
“Go, go tell him right now.”
Now Lando definitely sounded crazy. How could you tell Oscar you loved him on his wedding day? But before you knew it, Lando threw you over his shoulder and headed for Oscar’s room.
“Lando Norris, put me down this instance. You’re fucking crazy, I’m not doing this.”
He laughed, “Yeah, you are.”
And next thing you knew, you were stood in front of Oscar’s hotel room door. Lando had hidden himself down the hallway, waiting and watching to see if you’d knock on the door.
You didn’t know what came over you, why you didn’t run away, but next thing you knew, you were knocking on his door. There was no way you were going to confess your feelings, but maybe if you stayed in the room long enough, you could convince Lando that you did.
Oscar, looking flustered, opened the door. “Hey Y/N, sorry I’m stressing out right now, come on in.” He held the door open for you and you sat down on the bed together.
“Why’d you come over?” He asked.
This was your opportunity to say everything, to get everything off of your chest. It was now or never.
You chose never.
“Just thought I’d come check in on you, you know it being one of the biggest days of your life and all.” You said, smiling softly at him.
He returned the smile. “Thanks. Yeah, it’s a big day. Haven’t felt this nervous since my first day in F1 probably.”
You hummed softly as a reply and lay back on his bed, which he did too.
“Do you remember us lying here like this after your first F2 win?” You asked, a sense of deja vu coming back to you.
“Haha, yeah I do. You’ve been a part of every big moment in my life.”
“Yeah?” You asked, even though you knew you had been. “Happy to have been here for you.”
The two of you kept quiet, a comfortable silence filling the room. You took the time to think deeply about your feelings for Oscar. You couldn’t tell him, couldn’t break your best friend’s heart like that, right?
“What’s on your mind Y/N?” Oscar asked, noticing your head was far away from the room right now.
“Just thinking about…us.” You said.
This could be enough, enough to give you the idea of what Oscar would think if you did confess to him.
“What?” He asked, sitting up more.
Seeing him alerted by the statement steered you away from giving him your genuine answer.
“Uh just, like, it’s crazy how you’re getting married and myself or Lando can’t even find a genuine relationship.” You spat out quickly, your heart thumping in your chest.
Oscar lay down on the bed again. “Oh. God, I was worried that you were gonna say that you had feelings for me or something. Obviously not though.”
“Yeah, obviously not.” You repeated, your heart breaking with every moment.
“Yeah, don’t worry about you and Lando. If you ask me, I think your well suited to each other. Maybe you guys are supposed to get together. I’ve always thought that you’ve fancied him.”
Okay. That was probably the last thing you wanted to hear, that Oscar thought you fancied Lando and not him.
“What? Me and Lando? No way, you’re crazy Oscar.”
Oscar shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe.” He replied.
You glanced over at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
“I should probably go. I might have to try and wake Lando up, and you and I both know that’s not an easy task.” You had to get out of that room, you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Yeah, good luck with that.”
You both got up from the bed and Oscar walked you over to the door. You pulled him into a big hug before leaving.
“I just want you to know that I’m so happy for you, Osc.” You said, curling into his shoulder.
“Thanks, Y/N. I’m so lucky to have a best friend like you.”
Wow. If you thought your heart couldn’t break any more, you were extremely wrong.
You walked out of his room and headed down the corridor to go find Lando, who was sitting on the floor on his phone, probably playing some stupid game. His attention was quickly snapped away by your arrival.
“So? How did it go?”
You didn’t even get to say anything before tears rolled down your cheeks. “I didn’t tell him, but he called me his best friend, so…”
Lando got up and wrapped his arms around you. You curled yourself into the crook of his neck, sobbing. “It’s so selfish of me to cry but I can’t help it.”
Lando circled his hand on your back. “It’s okay. C’mon, I’ll take you to my hotel room.” You nodded gently as he wrapped an arm around you and led you to his room. Once you got there, the two of you collapsed on his bed.
“So, tell me exactly what happened.”
“Well I said that I was thinking about us, y’know just so I could get an idea of how he’d react at a statement like that, but then he said he was worried I was gonna confess my feelings.”
“Ouch.” Lando replied.
“Yeah, I know. And then he thought that you and I are well suited, and he also said he’s lucky to have a best friend like me. So it was a mess.” You said, pulling your hands up to your face.
Lando leaned in closer to you. “Don’t worry about it Y/N. Maybe he’s not meant to know. But I won’t tell anybody, I swear.”
You smiled softly at Lando. “Thanks Lan, that means a lot.”
Lando got up and pulled you up by your hands. “Unfortunately, we still have to go to his wedding. And if we don’t leave like now, we will be late.”
You headed to the bathroom to fix your makeup, which was now tear stained, but you were too past the stage of caring, before you and Lando headed down to his car.
You were chatting and singing the whole way to the church, before Lando suddenly turned the radio down.
“What’s wrong? Are we lost? Are you like my dad who turns down the radio so he can see better?” You asked him.
He laughed, “I’m an F1 driver, I can deal with distraction while driving. And no, we’re not lost, I just wanted to say something.”
You tiled your head. “What’s up?”
“Well no, I’m not going to say it. Someone will say it, or rather sing it, on my behalf.” He flicked through Spotify before pressing play on ‘Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)’ by Taylor Swift.
“Just listen to the words.” He said, and so you did.
It didn’t take you long to figure out what Lando was hinting at. Especially when he told you to pay close attention to the bridge of the sound.
I hear the preacher say,
"Speak now or forever hold your peace"
There's the silence, there's my last chance
I stand up with shaky hands, all eyes on me
You turned off the radio. You couldn’t handle listening to the song anymore.
“Lando, if you think I’m going to confess to Oscar, at his wedding, you’re absolutely crazy. Like seriously?”
Lando shrugged. “Oh well, it was worth a shot. It’s a fire song though, right?”
You laughed at him and ruffled his hair. “Who would have thought that our little Lando is a Taylor fan?”
Lando laughed with you. “What can I say? She is the music industry.”
After a few minutes, the two of you arrived at the church. You parked the car and walked in arms linked. You sat down in the church with the other drivers, chatting about the races and everything else, before the organ starts playing, welcoming in the groom.
You couldn’t help but admire Oscar in his suit. He looked like a daydream, and for a moment, you didn’t blame yourself for being in love with him, because who couldn’t be when he looked like that?
The organ started again, welcoming in the bride, and as much as you envied her in that moment, you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was. She had a lovely personality too, you’d gotten to known her after Oscar introduced her to you many years ago.
Maybe she was right for Oscar. Maybe you were too caught up in your dream to realize that Oscar had actually found his perfect girl.
Maybe.
The ceremony began, and you couldn’t deny it was beautiful. Between the outfits of the bridesmaid, the flowers and the beautiful speeches about the couple, it was one of the best weddings you had been at.
But that didn’t stop the jealously building up in you.
You hadn’t really been paying attention to what the priest was saying, that was until he reached the line known by everybody in the church.
“Speak now, or forever hold your peace.”
There was silence across the room. Nobody was going to object the wedding, right?
Wrong.
You didn’t know what came over you, but next thing you knew, you were stood in the aisle looking at Oscar.
“I object.”
There was a collective gasp across the church. Everyone turned to look at you. The bride and groom looked at each other in confusion, then looked at you.
But you were only looking at Oscar. Nobody else in that room existed to you in that moment.
“Oscar, I know you probably weren’t expecting this, because honestly, I wasn’t either. But I’m stood up, so I’m going to say everything I need to. The truth is, I’ve been in love with you for years. I know I’ve kept quiet, and I probably should have told you before your wedding day, but if I don’t say anything now, I never will. I’ve been in love with you since you invited me to travel with you to your races all those years ago. I love spending every single minute I can with you. You make me feel happy like nobody else can, and I love that. I don’t hate your relationship or your fiancé or anything. I just wish that it was me stood up there right now. I love you Oscar Piastri.”
You glanced over and Lando, and saw him smiling and giving you two little thumbs up, which brought a smile to your face. You looked back at Oscar, who looked stunned. At this point, you didn’t even care what answer he’d give, you just needed him to say something.
But Oscar kept his mouth shut.
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you’ll hate me for leaving it on a cliffhanger, but honestly I didn’t want it to be too long, sorry!! let me know in the comments if you want part 2!!
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reunited - charles leclerc
pairing: charles leclerc x female reader
summary: charles was the boy next door for a lot of your childhood, that was until he left one day without saying goodbye. you decide to go to the Monaco gp, but will he recognize you?
authors note: this sounded way better in my head, but i wanted to post something since I haven’t in a while.
enjoy!
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17 Years Ago:
You rushed down the stairs as fast as your little feet could carry you, grabbing your coat off the hook as you reached the bottom. You had spent all day watching out of your window, waiting for Charles, your next door neighbor and best friend, to come home from his week-long trip to Spain.
“Mama, Charles is home! Can I go see him?” You called out to your mother, who was tidying the kitchen. She smiled softly at you. “I don’t know love, they’ve had a long day full of traveling, they’re probably tired.”
You weren’t going to give up that easily. “But Mama, Charles said I could go see him as soon as he came home. Please? I haven’t seen him in like years.” Your mother shook her head, laughing. “Okay, you can go. But if Pascale is not in the mood to have you over, come right back. Okay?”
You ran over to your mother and hugged her leg tight. “Yes, thanks Mama.” and you practically sprinted out the door, not stopping until you rang Charles’ doorbell.
Pascale opened the door and called up the stairs for Charles to come down. “Y/N, I missed you.” he screamed and hugged you tightly. You returned the hug, grinning from ear to ear. “I missed you too. Where did you go?”
“I went to a karting race in Spain, and I nearly won.” The pride was extremely visible across his face as he held out the photos that his older brother, Lorenzo, took whilst he was driving.
“I got a silver medal, come and see.” The two of you joined hands, sprinting up the steps into Charles’ bedroom. He held out the medal and you took it into your hands.
“Charlie, this is so cool! You’re going to be the best driver ever when you’re older.” He smiled, “I hope so. I really want to driver for Ferrari when I’m older.”
You felt your heart drop a bit after hearing this. You thought that the two of you would live on the Monaco coast forever, like you had promised.
“But Charlie, Ferrari is in Italy, right?”
“Yeah, why?”
“But then we wouldn’t live together here.”
“I can live here too, or you can move to Italy with me. Don’t worry Y/N, I will never leave you.”
You looked up at him, “Promise?” He nodded, “Promise.” “Okay good.” you said, “You can’t break a promise.”
“I won’t. Now come here and look at the photos of the beach.” He said as he grabbed your hand and jumped onto the bed with you, photos flying everywhere.
a few months later
As the bus dropped you off at your gate, you sprinted towards the door, rushing to ask your mother for permission to go and see Charles. He hadn’t been in school all week, but it was wintertime, and you’d just assumed he was sick.
You rushed into the kitchen. “Mama, can I-”
You met your mother sitting at the kitchen table, with a sad smile on her face. “Y/N, come sit, we have to talk.”
You threw your bag on the floor and sat into the chair, your mother looked very upset, which worried you as she was normally an extremely happy and bright person.
“Pascale called me this morning Y/N. She had to move back to her home in Italy, her parents are very sick and she needs to help them out.”
You felt upset, Pascale was practically your second mother, but you were happy that you still had Charles.
“That’s sad, but at least Charlie is still here.”
Your mother reached out and grabbed your hand, stroking it softly. “No, Y/N. Pascale took Charles, Arthur and Lorenzo with her. They all moved to Italy.”
You burst into tears. You couldn’t believe that you had lost your best friend, and he didn’t even get to say goodbye.
“But Mama.” You cried, through sobs. “Why didn’t he say goodbye?”
A tear rolled down her cheek, she hated seeing you so upset. “It was so sudden Y/N. She didn’t tell Charles or Arthur because she didn’t want to make you all sad. But don’t worry, Pascale said that he’ll write letters to you and maybe come visit you, okay?”
You crawled into your mother’s lap, still sobbing into her soft jumper. “I didn’t want him to go. He promised he’d never leave me Mama.”
“I know pet, but this was something nobody can control.” She said, stroking your hair. “Come on, let’s watch a movie to make you feel better.”
She wrapped you up in your arms and carried you to the living room.
“I can’t wait to get his letters Mama. They’ll be so exciting.”
You waited day after day, but the letters never came.
17 Years Later:
You grabbed the white blazer that was hanging in your wardrobe and put it on with a green top underneath. Today you were going to the Monaco GP with your two best friends, who had managed to get their hands on paddock passes.
As you curled your hair and did your makeup, you couldn’t help but think about Charles. He wasn’t just your home hero, but your childhood best friend, who you still sorely missed many years later.
You tried everything to reach out to him, sending him messages, letters, posting tweets, absolutely everything, but he probably just thought you were another crazy fan, which broke your heart.
Your friends entered your room. “Ready to go?”
You nodded, grabbing your bag from your table.
The atmosphere at the race was incredible as always. This was the first year though that you weren’t watching from a balcony at your friends house, you were actually in the paddock, and it was incredible.
“So, are you gonna try and speak to Charles?” One of your friends asked, knowing the history between you two.
“No, no. He won’t remember me, and he’ll probably think I’m just some lunatic or something.” It hurt you to say it, but you knew it was true. Charles was driving for Ferrari, there’s no way that his childhood best friend was still on his mind.
You headed to the bar and got a couple of drinks, before heading to the paddock to see all of the garages of the drivers. It felt so surreal, seeing all of this in real life.
As you walked down the paddock with your friends, you managed to grab pictures with a few of the drivers, until you headed down to the Ferrari garage and saw him, you saw Charles.
Your friends nudged you, encouraging you to even just say hi. You felt nerves and panic rise in your chest, but pushed them down and did it anyways.
You smiled broadly and waved. “Hi Charles!” You called out to him. He looked at you, returning a thin-lipped smile and a wave and continued on his way, stopping for photos and autographs, but not stopping to turn back around for you.
That was it. He had forgotten you. You knew it was a high possibility he wouldn’t remember you, but that didn’t stop you from hoping for a fairytale story, where he’d remember you, swoop you into his arms, and apologize for everything. Instead you were hit with the reality, and that caused tears to stream down your cheeks.
Your friends grabbed your arms and led you out of the paddock and towards your seats. You still cheered Charles on, after all, he was your home hero, even after what just happened. At the end of the race, Charles finished P2, and the whole crowd, including you, erupted in cheers, even if you were tired and heartbroken.
Your friends turned to you. “So, are you coming to watch the music acts?” You were a sucker for concerts, but the thought of wrapping yourself up in your bedsheets feeling heartbroken was much more appealing.
“No, but please, you guys go. I’ll be fine.” You hugged them goodbye and headed home to your apartment overlooking the coast. You threw off your clothes, climbing into a hoodie and joggers, not even having the energy to take your makeup off. You curled into bed, staring at the photos on your wall, when your eyes landed on one in particular.
It was a photo of your 8th birthday. You were wearing a pink princess dress, and Charles was stood beside you, wrapping his arms around you. There was chocolate cake smeared across both of your faces and you were laughing. You felt the tears starting again, wishing you could go back to those moments, wishing that Charles had kept his promise.
You were moments away from falling to sleep, when you heard your doorbell ring. You were originally going to ignore it, but the repeated ringing declared that this person wasn’t going away until you opened the door.
You headed to the door and your mouth fell open when you saw who was standing there.
“Charles?” You asked.
He stepped in without saying nothing and engulfed you into a hug, which you immediately returned. You started to sob into his jumper.
“I’ve missed you so much.” You managed to croak out. He held you out so he could look at your face.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry for everything, for not recognizing you straight away, for leaving you all those years ago, for breaking our promise. I’m so sorry.”
You held your hand up to his face, cupping it gently. “It’s okay. You had to go. We couldn’t do anything to stop that. How did you find me?”
“I thought you looked really familiar when you waved at me earlier, it was playing on my mind all day. I seen your friends again and I asked them and they said that it was you. They told me you came hoping I would recognize you, and when I didn’t, it broke your heart, so I came right over.” Tears fell from his eyes too, which he tried to wipe away quickly.
You hugged him tight again. “I thought I’d never see you again. I’m so proud of you Charles, for achieving your dreams. I’ve followed you every step of the way, I want you to know that.” You whispered softly into his ear.
“Move in with me.” He said, out of nowhere.
“Huh?”
“Y/N, I mean it. I’ve found you now and I never want to let you go again. I don’t want to break our promise again either. Move in with me. Or I can move in with you here in Monaco, we can-”
You cut off his rambling. “Yes, yes I’ll move in with you Charlie. We’ll never lose each other again.”
You grinned at each other from ear to ear. This was it, your fairytale ending, and it was better than ever.
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treat you right - part 2
read part one here
I don’t know how I feel about this storyline. I wasn’t originally planning on writing a follow up, but I wanted to since people asked. Hope it’s okay :)
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Y/N was sat in front of Pierre, in the bustling club in Monaco, however Pierre’s mind couldn’t have been further away from what she was saying. He was much more interested in another girl in the far corner of the club, the girl that was his ex-girlfriend.
He tried to drag his eyes away from her, but he couldn’t stop himself from focusing on the way she moved her body in time to the music. How her dress neckline was so low, her tits were nearly out, and how her ass was barely covered by the fabric of her mini dress. He could feel himself drifting towards her, rather than towards the beautiful girl sitting right in front of him.
“Hey, you okay?” She asked, grabbing his hand, knowing that Pierre was focused on something else.
He had two options. He could tell Y/N the truth, apologize to her, hope she’d understand and move on with his night. But he could also lie, and try desperately to make his way over to his ex. A mistake which he would most certainly regret.
He chose the latter.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ve spotted Charles and Lando over there. Do you mind if I go and talk to them for a few minutes?”
Y/N smiled sweetly and let Pierre go. He felt guilty for leaving her, leaving their night, but not guilty enough to stop what he was doing and confess.
He loved Y/N, there was no doubt about that. But for Pierre, there was something missing in terms of their chemistry. He didn’t feel sexually attracted to Y/N in the same way that he did to his ex, and he felt terrible about that. He used to leave marks all over his ex, for the whole world to see, but now he would barely kiss Y/N in front of other people. He knew well that Y/N cared so deeply for him, if he asked her to stop the Earth spinning, she’d do everything she could to stop it. It killed Pierre that he was going over to his ex right now.
But yet he didn’t look back at Y/N once.
He walked straight over to his ex and started dancing with her. She was so smitten about it. Who wouldn’t be, having a world-class racer come crawling back to you? They danced together, but of course it didn’t stop there. He started kissing her, and minutes later they ended up in the club bathroom together.
She had just finished sucking him off, when Y/N floated back into his mind. She was still at the table, waiting there, patiently. Fuck.
Pierre pretended to get an emergency text from his PR agent. “Shit, I’m sorry, I’ve got to go, it’s an emergency.” She got up off her knees and glared at him. “Yeah, text me.” She said.
Pierre didn’t even respond before practically running out of the bathroom and back to their table, but there was no sign of Y/N. He checked his watch, he’d be gone for over 30 minutes, so he didn’t even know why he expected her to be sat there, waiting.
He ran out of the club and pulled out his phone, trying desperately to get through to Y/N. The first call rang out, the second call however was answered, by someone he most certainly wasn’t expecting.
Charles.
Pierre was so wasted, he didn’t even question why Charles answered her phone.
“Charles, do you know where Y/N is?”
“Yeah she’s under me.”
Pierre laughed. Even though Charles spoke English every day, he still made silly grammar mistakes.
Or so Pierre thought.
“Under You? No Charles, in English you say with, not under.”
“No she’s under me.”
Charles flipped the camera around, and there he was, ramming himself into Y/N. Pierre’s mouth hung open, and the call ended.
“What the fuck.”
Pierre was shocked, stunned. Y/N, sweet, innocent, Y/N, was off having sex with his best friend. The girl who got upset when she still had her ex’s jumper in her house, in fear that Pierre would get mad, was now fucking his best friend.
Pierre ran to the nearest trash can and threw up.
Pierre, once again, had two options. He could go home, try and sober up, and try and understand what the fuck he just seen his girlfriend and best friend doing, or he could head back into the club with his ex.
He turned around, and headed back towards the club’s doors.
The morning arrived, and Pierre found himself in a bed that was none other than his ex-girlfriend’s. He couldn’t remember much from the night before, that was until he pulled out his phone, which opened on his call logs.
Last night’s memories flooded his head almost immediately.
He looked over his shoulder to see his ex sleeping heavily and naked on the other side of the bed. He regretted everything he did that night, leaving Y/N, hooking up with his ex, not going over as soon as Charles answered that phone call, hooking up with his ex again. He didn’t want that. He knew what he had to do.
He grabbed his jeans and t-shirt off of the floor and headed for the bedroom door.
“Going so soon?” His ex asked, “When will you be back?”
“Never. This was a mistake. You know that, I know that. I love Y/N, I’m going to get her back right now.” Pierre replied, attempting to be stern, but failing miserly.
“If you loved her, you wouldn’t have hooked up with me.” Pierre stop momentarily, he knew that she was right, but he still had to try.
Pierre left immediately and walked to Charles’ apartment. He was in no state to drive, as he was definitely far from sober. He reached Charles’ door after what felt like years, and nearly banged it down.
He however wasn’t expecting Y/N to answer the door in her underwear.
He looked at her up and down. She was covered in dark purple hickies everywhere. He even managed to notice how she had to hold on to the door because her legs were causing her pain. She had a wild night.
“Y/N, what the fuck? How could you fuck my best friend?”
Y/N scoffed at him. “Are you for real? Are you actually fucking for real right now? You fucked your ex girlfriend but I’m in the wrong?”
Charles appeared in the doorway behind Y/N. He barely even acknowledged Pierre. “What does he want?” He growled at Y/N.
“Get this Charles, I’m apparently in the wrong because he fucked his ex.”
Charles took a step towards him, but was held back by Y/N.
Pierre started to talk.
“Yeah, I fucked up. I fucked up badly, and I’m so sorry. I really am. I don’t know why I did it, and I am so sorry.”
Y/N stared at Pierre. “Woah, Pierre. You’ve swept me off of my feet. I forgive you for everything.”
Pierre started at her and his face lit up.
“Really? Wow Y/N I-”
Y/N started laughing loudly. “Jesus Pierre of course I’m joking. Fucks sake I can’t believe you would fall for that.”
Pierre’s face went red with embarrassment, which only increased when he seen Charles also laughing at him in the back of the hallway.
“Oh okay. Uh Y/N, I’m giving you an ultimatum. Me or Charles.”
This had been Pierre’s master plan all along, to just offer an ultimatum, one that had an extremely obvious answer that started with C and ended in harles.
“Charles.” Y/N said, not even having to consider it.
“No, but-”
“No Pierre. You’re fucking ridiculous. Who do you think you are marching back in here and offering me a fucking ultimatum? Charles has treated me better in these last 12 hours that you have in the last 2 years. He also makes sure I’m getting every single thing I want, and I don’t just mean materials.”
Pierre was once again shellshocked. “But Y/N, what I did was a mistake. I won’t go crawling back to my ex again, I promise.”
“I guess we have that in common now, because, Pierre, I will never ever go crawling back to you.”
Y/N motioned to Charles and he stepped forward, grabbed Pierre by the shoulders, turned him around and pushed him out of the doorway.
“Bye Y/N, I’ll miss you.” Pierre said, voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah fuck off back to your ex now.” Charles said, not giving Y/N the chance to reply.
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treat you right - charles leclerc
pairing: charles leclerc x gasly!girlfriend reader
summary: you go out clubbing one night with Pierre, that’s until he leaves you at the bar to go talk with his ex. Luckily there’s someone at the other side of the bar waiting for you
warnings: badly written NSFW. going down on eachother, p in v, all that jazz
authors note: this is my first time writing smut, so it probably sucks. sorry ‘bout that
enjoy :)
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The Monaco air was warm and heavy as you headed into the club. Your arm was linked with your boyfriend’s, Pierre. You two were going out to celebrate Pierre’s first podium since joining Alpine. You headed down to the tables, where you had margarita after margarita. You two were chatting the whole night, and you had never really felt happier.
But that was about to change dramatically.
You noticed Pierre’s eyes focus on somebody behind you, as his conversation started to become more distant. You stroked his hand. “Hey, you okay?”
Pierre nodded, “Yeah, yeah. I’ve just spotted Charles and Lando over there. Do you mind if I go and talk to them for a few minutes?”
Even though you were enjoying your private little night, you liked both Charles and Lando, and you knew how close Pierre was to the two of them.
“Yeah, go on. I’ll get us more drinks.” You smiled sweetly and got up from your table. He planted a kiss on your cheek. “Thanks, you’re the best.”
You headed over to the bar and sat up on the stool for a minute, waiting until the bar calmed down a bit before you ordered more drinks. You pulled out your phone and tuned out the world for a few minutes.
The bar finally calmed down, and you ordered your drinks and headed back down to the table. You started sipping on your margarita, until someone slid into the table, across from you.
“Hi, Pier-” You looked up from your phone to find out it wasn’t Pierre, but it was Charles that slid into the seat.
“Hey, Y/N, you look amazing tonight.” He said, whilst casually trying to check you out. “Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself.”
“So, when did you break up with Pierre?”
You nearly gave yourself whiplash with how fast you looked at him. “What? I haven’t broken up with Pierre. I’m here with him right now. He said he was going to talk to you and Lando.”
Charles gulped and lowered his voice. “Well I’m sitting in front of you, and Lando is in London. Also he’s talking to someone, that may or may not be his ex girlfriend.”
You whipped your head around again, to see Pierre in the corner of the club, rubbing up against his ex girlfriend. You watched as he tilted her head back and started kissing her. You turned around to face Charles again.
“That motherfucker.” You said.
Charles moved from the seat across from you to the side beside you, where Pierre had been seated earlier.
“Agreed. He shouldn’t treat such a spectacular woman in such a horrible way.”
He stroked your cheek and looked lovingly into your eyes. You could feel your heart starting to beat faster, as you both slowly closed the gap between the two of you.
He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. “You don’t deserve somebody like that Y/N. I’d never treat you like that. I’d make sure you’d be treated like a queen.” He said, his voice soft, barely above a whisper.
“Yeah?” You said. “Show me. Show me how I deserve to be treated.”
You were so mad at Pierre right now, you didn’t care that you were about to kiss, and probably do more, with his best friend, but weirdly, it didn’t even feel like it was wrong.
Charle cupped your jaw and he kissed you. At first it was soft and sweet, but you both began to deepen it within seconds. Charles bit your lips, begging for permission for his tongue to enter your mouth, which you granted him immediately. You felt yourself moaning into his mouth, trying desperately to make sure nobody else heard you.
As you started to deepen the kiss further, you could feel has hands traveling all over your body, lingering on your breasts and ass as he squeezed both. He guided you until you were sat on his lap straddling him.
He moved from your lips to your neck. “I’ll mark your neck princess, show everyone in the world that your mine. He would never have done that, would he?”
You shook your head. Charles really did know Pierre well, he hated PDA. Well he hated it with you. He was all for leaving marks all over his ex, but he wouldn’t even kiss your neck. Maybe he was never really into you in the first place, but Pierre was the last person on your mind right now.
You started grinding against Charles, wanting, begging for more. He made a trail of kisses down to your breasts, which were pushed up massively thanks to your bodysuit.
“Please Charles, I need more.” You whimpered and begged.
He nodded. “Yeah, but we’re going to have to move from here, you won’t be able to keep quiet when you’re screaming my name.”
He leaned into your ear. “Come back to my place, I’ll show you what your missing.”
You nodded frantically, not even having to think twice. Charles led you out of the club and he hauled a taxi to bring you both back to his apartment.
You climbed into the back and couldn’t keep your hands off each other. You had never been so thankful for a black-out screen, so the driver couldn’t see you.
Charles’ hands travelled up your thighs, until they reached your pussy. You moaned deeply as he felt how wet you were.
“So wet for me, mon amour, I love it.”
He moved your underwear aside and started fingering you. He found your clit almost immediately and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hang on long. You grabbed your tits and started massaging them.
“Charles, baby, you’re going to have to stop, I’ll come all over this taxi.”
As much as you enjoyed the PDA, you would feel terrible for making a mess in the back of this car. “Don’t worry about that, I have a solution.” He winked at you before going down on his knees in front on you.
You tried to resist but you couldn’t, as he spread your legs wide open and pulled down your underwear, leaving your pussy exposed. He didn’t waste any time before he licked a big strip, from bottom to top, before his tongue entered you.
He started to tongue-fuck you. You felt ecstatic, with the feeling his tongue hitting off of your clit. You held on to the door of the car, needing something to support you.
“Oh fuck, Charles.” You said, moaning his name. You grabbed onto his hair and guided him deeper into your pussy. “Fuck I’m gonna-”
Charles reached up and covered your mouth as your came, in some attempt to muffle your moans. He lapped up all of your juices like someone that had been starved. You collapsed into the seat, your heart beating fast. Once he was finished, he sat back up and started kissing you again.
“You okay?” He asked.
“Fuck. Yes. I couldn’t be better.”
“How much longer until we’re back at yours?” You asked, feeling the heat rising from between your legs. Whilst his tongue was spectacular, you needed something more.
“Could be 15/20 minutes. The Monaco traffic sucks in the middle of summer.”
You smirked up at him. “I know something else that can suck.”
You got down on your knees and pulled down his jeans and boxers, as his rock-hard dick sprung up. It twitched a bit after being exposed, before you started rubbing it and guiding it to your mouth.
“Fuck, Y/N.” He said.
You licked the precum off before taking all of him into your mouth, slowly at first, but then increasing your speed. You grabbed his balls and started massaging them too. You could feel him melting under you.
He grabbed your hair and started pushing himself deeper into your mouth. He tilted his head back and moaned, “Fuck. You’re insane.”
You started to gag a bit and tears were streaming down your face, but you ignored that and focused on making him come in your mouth, which you were sure he was close to doing.
“Y/N, I’m gonna come, fuck.” As he groaned, he came in your mouth, and it was your turn to lap up his cum. You wiped your mouth and sat up on the seat beside him again.
He turned towards you and lowered your bodysuit, exposing your breasts. “You’re so sexy.” He said, his breath still slightly out of control, as he starting sucking your tits and leaving hickeys all over you.
That taxi came to a stop outside of Charles’ apartment. The two of you practically ran to his door, not being able to keep your hands off each other.
Charles shut his door and backed you up against it. You kept into his arms, putting your legs around his waist as you began to suck on his neck. He carried you over to his bed and gently put you down.
He took off your skirt and bodysuit, leaving you in your lingerie set, which you had imagined that Pierre would be seeing, but you were much happier that it was Charles.
He stood back and looked down at you, nearly exposed. “Fuck me, you’re like a piece of art, you’re perfect.”
You sat up and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, pulling him towards you. He pulled off his t-shirt to show his beautifully chiseled body. You looked down before looking up in his eyes. “Fuck me, please.”
He flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees and he started going into you, using one of his hands to hold your hip, for support, and the other to grab your tits.
You dropped onto your elbows with all the moaning he was making you do. You’d never been fucked like this in all your life. You moaned loader and loader each time.
“Scream my name. Let me hear how could you feel.”
After he hit your g-spot perfectly, that’s what you did. “Charles, fuck, oh my god.” It wasn’t long after before you came again, but it most certainly did not stop there.
“Please Charles, keep going, don’t stop.”
All of a sudden, a ringtone snapped you out of your pleasure. Charles leaned over to the side to see who it was. “It’s Pierre.”
“Fuck him. Don’t answer.” You replied back, you didn’t want to hear from Pierre now, or ever.
After a few minutes, he rang again. “Hang on amour, I have an idea.” He picked up the phone and put it on FaceTime.
“Charles, do you know where Y/N is?” Pierre asked, extremely slurred.
“Yeah, she’s under me.”
“Under you? No Charles in English you say with not under.”
“No, she’s under me.”
Charles then flipped the camera around to show Pierre how he was ramming into you, as you screamed his name again and again, unable to compress any of the moans.
He flipped the camera around again, “Don’t worry, I’ll treat her right.” He said, hanging up before Pierre got the chance to answer.
You and Charles then came at the same time. You came many more times that night, to the point you couldn’t remember who Pierre was. Charles made sure that you were his princess.
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you can read part two of this fanfic here
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missing you - lando norris
pairing: lando norris x reader
summary: in which you’re missing lando, so you reminisce on some of your past memories
authors note: i don’t know what was up with me when I wrote this but it’s so sad. i didn’t plan for it to go this way at all </3
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The autumn breeze was present as you sat under the beautiful oak trees, staring up at the clouds. You loved these moment of silence with nature, although it wasn’t completely silent as you could hear your little three year old, Lana, singing to herself.
“Mama, when are we going to go?” you heard her call out. “Soon, my love, Mama’s just thinking about things.” you replied to her.
She made her way over to you. “What kind of things, Mama?”, placing herself down beside you. You stroked her cheek. “Just about me and your Dada, that’s all love.”
“I can’t wait for Dada to come back from racing.” Lana replied as she ran off again, and sat down amongst the daisies.
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“So, uh the lift is stuck” Lando said to you, helping you to stand up after the sudden jolt threw you to the ground.
“Thanks Lando, but I think I knew that.” Lando chuckled, both amused but also trying to mask his embarrassment. “So what do we do?” He asked you.
You loved working with Lando, you seriously did, but, sometimes he was just a beat behind.
You walked over to the buttons. “I’d probably press the emergency help button, what about you?” Lando chuckled, again, but this time to only mask his embarrassment.
You pressed the button and was met with silence. No noise, no voice that would reassure you that the fire brigade were on their way, or that maintenance would get you out soon. Nothing.
You started to panic a bit, but tried not to let Lando see it. “It’s okay, uh, I’ll call Zak and let him know what’s happening.” You pulled out your phone, but was greeted with a ‘No Service’ message in the top left corner. “Crap, Lan, I don’t have any service. Do you?”
A small smile grew on Lando’s face when you called him ‘Lan’. You never called him that before, but now was not the time to focus on that. He searched his jeans and found his phone.
“I don’t have service either.” Great.
You plopped yourself down on the floor, leaning against the wall of the lift. “It’s safer to sit down, because then if the lift starts to fall, you can lie down faster.”
Lando met you with a blank stare. “Y/N, why would you freak me out more by saying that?” You giggled, “Sorry, I genuinely didn’t mean to. Come on, sit down.” you said, patting a spot beside you.
Lando sat down next to you and you engaged in conversation, mostly about McLaren’s strategy for the next race, and about the photos you were hoping to capture over the weekend, being team photographer and all.
You talked for hours, and you noticed Lando moving himself closer and closer towards you, until there wasn’t even ten centimeters between you two, but you didn’t mention it.
You were in the middle of telling a story, when Lando grasped your face with his hand and pulled you towards him and started kissing you, softly.
This time, you were the one that was a beat behind, as it took you a few seconds to realize what was happening, but you kissed back immediately, then realized how long you had been wanting that for.
Lando then suddenly pulled away.
“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that without asking you, it was stupid, I don’t even know if you like me like that or-”
This time you cut Lando off by kissing him, gently stroking the stubble along his jawline before breaking it off. “I do like you like that, I was just too nervous to say anything.”
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The garage erupted into cheers as Lando passed Carlos into P1. There was only a handful of laps left in the race, and you were praying that he could hold onto that lead.
The garage fell silent again, as Carlos was now within a second of Lando, and they were approaching a DRS zone. Your fingers were crossed as you watched Carlos’ DRS activated, but he just didn’t have the speed to pass Lando.
As he sped around the next few corners, you shut your eyes, until you heard.
“Oh no! Carlos Sainz has lost the rear and gone completely wide! Straight into the gravel! There’s no way he will be able to recover from this.”
That, for the McLaren engineers, was confirmation that Lando Norris, was finally a Grand Prix winner. There was cheers and tears spread around the garage, the overwhelming joy that everybody had for Lando was incredible. There was hugs all around, at you all starting chanting ‘Let’s Go Lando’
“He’s been waiting a long time for this, but today is Lando Norris’ and McLaren’s day, as he crosses the line to win the Austrian Grand Prix!”
You watched as the engineers leaned over the pit lane wall, waving and cheering for Lando. You all ran towards parc ferme chanting Lando’s name. The commentators were right, he had been waiting ages for this, but it was finally his time to shine.
He parked up his car behind the beautiful P1 stand and jumped out of the car, throwing off his helmet and balaclava into his seat. You were the first person he ran to, you threw your arms around him and hugged him tightly, never wanting to let go.
“Oh my God, I’m so so proud of you Lando. I love you forever and always.”
It was like time stopped, Lando pulled himself back from the hug and started beaming. “Y/N, I love you too.” You pulled him into a kiss as you were both in your own world, somehow able to ignore the shouts and cheers from the McLaren engineers and all the fans.
“Now go get your trophy, my love.”
You watched proudly as Lando stood on the podium, with his iconic champagne celebration. As he shook it over the crew, and your hair got soaked in champagne, you knew that this would be his first win of many.
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You hitched up your dress and ran up the hill a bit faster, struggling your way in your Doc Martin boots. “Lan, if you don’t hurry up, we’ll miss the sunset.” You turned and grabbed his hand, trying to convince him to speed up.
“What’s so special about a sunset?” You felt somewhat offended by this comment, he knew how much you loved nature, photographic nature in particular. “The Monegasque sunset doesn’t even compare to the one we usually see in the UK, now hurry up, I don’t want to miss it!”
You two had finally reached the top of the hill the overlooked the whole of Monaco, and it was breathtaking. You looked out at the horizon , watching the sun set and seeing its beautiful colours reflecting off of the still water.
“Oh Lan. Isn’t it just spectacular?” you asked him, mesmerized by the scene infront. “Yeah, I have to admit that it does look stunning.” He pulled you into a side hug and gently pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Not as stunning as you though.” You leaned tighter into his side, loving that you could finally share this view with him.
Lando went over to his backpack and pulled out his camera. You couldn’t deny that you loved him even more after he started showing an interest in photography, that was, if loving him even more was possible.
“Stand in front of the sunset and I’ll snap some cute photos.” You stood in front of the sunset, with your back facing Lando, pulling different poses, hoping they were Instagram worthy. However, when you turned back around, you were met with a surprise.
Lando was down on one knee, holding a small velvet box with a diamond ring inside it, smiling up at you. Your trembling hands went straight to cover your mouth, you couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Y/N, I am so desperately in love with you. From the moment you first joined McLaren, to the moment we had our first kiss in the elevator, to this moment, right now, and every single moment in between, I have been falling in love with you more and more each day. I’ve loved creating memories with you as my girlfriend, but I think after three years, it’s about time I start creating memories with you as my wife. So Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”
You couldn’t even find the words to properly form a sentence, so you nodded frantically and repeated ‘yes’ over and over as Lando placed the ring on your finger and pulled you into a loving, passionate kiss. You couldn’t believe you would be getting married to the love of your life.
“Lando, I love you, so, so much, forever and always.”
“I love you so so much too, Y/N.”
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You collapsed onto the floor, finding comfort in the cool tiles of the bathroom. You had been feeling unwell again, for what was now the second week in a row.
Lando rushed in to the bathroom. “Y/N? Are you okay?” You nodded your head and attempted to stand up, gripping on to the bath to support yourself. “Yup, all go-” but before you knew it, weakness had spread throughout your body and you had fell on the bathroom floor, again.
“No you’re not okay. I’m staying with you today.” You shook your head frantically. “No, it’s media day. You can’t stay here and neither can I.”
You attempted to get up, again, but this time Lando held you down by your shoulders. “You’re ill, you’re not going anywhere, and neither am I.” Tears started to well up in your eyes with guilt. You hated letting your boyfriend and your colleagues down, and frankly you felt you were doing both.“No, please Lando, you have to go, but I’ll stay here okay? I’ll be fine.”
Lando reluctantly agreed as he gently scooped you up into his arms and carried you back to the hotel bed, placing a glass of water on the bedside table. He stroked your hair gently as you began to doze off.
“Lando, you’ll be late.” He softly smiled, “I know, but I’m waiting for someone to look after you.” You woke up a small bit, “Please don’t tell me it’s a doctor.” Lando started to laugh, “No, no, unless Carmen’s a doctor and I wasn’t aware.”
Moments later, there was a soft knock at the door and Carmen was there, arms full of bits and pieces for you, like fluffy socks, a hot water bottle, medicine and soup. She sat down beside you and assured Lando that she’d take great care of you.
You smiled up at Lando. “Lan, you have to go, Zak will kill you if you leave the team waiting again.” Lando chuckled as he leaned down towards you, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “Okay, okay, I’m going.” He turned to Carmen, “Thanks again for being able to look after her.” She smiled back, “Not a problem.”
It wasn’t long after Lando had left, but you found yourself back on the bathroom floor, gripping on to the toilet for physical and moral support. Carmen gently stroke your back and held you hair out of your way.
“This must be a terrible stomach bug, Y/N. How long have you had it for?” You rested your head on your arms, trying to gather your thoughts together. “Uh, nearly every day for the past two weeks. I must be allergic to something I’ve been eating I guess.”
“Y/N, I don’t mean to intrude on your personal life, but when was your last period?”
You sat back against the bathroom wall and your mouth dropped open, as you realized you had missed your period, by a lot.
“Oh God, i-it was ages ago. But I’ve been so busy with the team and everything going on at McLaren with Lando and Daniel, I haven’t been paying attention.” You pressed your face into your hands, “How could I be so stupid? Lando probably doesn’t even want a kid, I mean we’re only 26 and we haven’t really talked about it and-”
You felt Carmen’s hand on your shoulder. “Let’s not panic until we know anything for sure. Do you think you’ll be able to manage if I run to the shops for 5 minutes?”
You didn’t really want to be left alone, but you needed to know if you were pregnant or not. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be okay.”
The next while passed in a blur, you were still sick while Carmen was out, you cried, you took the pregnancy test, but now it you had to play waiting game. 5 minutes had never felt so long.
Carmen wrapped her arms around you as you were shaking, mostly with nerves, but with a little bit of excitement too. You’ve always dreamed of having a kid, but your life was so demanding, you hadn’t really had the chance to think about it.
The sound of the alarm snapped you out of your trance. “Okay, it’s time.” You slowly made your way over to the sink, picking up the pregnancy test, and you hand reached up to cover your mouth.
“Car, I’m pregnant.”
Hours later, Lando finally returned home. Carmen had just left after comforting you for hours, but that didn’t stop the sobbing currently coming from you.
“Y/N, how are yo-” He paused as he entered the bedroom, not expecting to be met with you sat on the side of your bed, distraught. “Y/N, tell me what’s wrong. Do I need to get you to a hospital?”
You shook your head frantically, and patted the space beside you, motioning for Lando to sit beside you.
Your voice just about managed to whisper, “I need to tell you something, promised you won’t be mad.”
He nodded his head softly, “I could never be mad at you, my dear.”
You grabbed his hand and leaned over to the beside table, grabbing the pregnancy test to explain your story.
“Uh so, I’ve been sick for a while, but since I wasn’t at the last few races, you didn’t notice and I didn’t tell you. But this morning I took a test, and, uh, well, I’m pregnant.”
Lando looked shocked, but it didn’t take long for the shock to be replaced by pure joy. “You’re pregnant? Y/N, that’s amazing!” He turned towards you, but with a more serious tone. “Do you not want it? Is that why you were crying? I don’t mind if you don’t want it, it’s totally up to you.”
“You want it?” You asked, your voice breaking.
“Of course! Why wouldn’t I?” “We never really got the chance to talk, and I was worried that maybe you thought we’re too young, or you didn’t want kids at all.”
“Y/N, I want kids. I want a whole family with you. I love the journey the two of us have had together, but I want to share our journey with more people, people that we create.”
You started grinning from ear to ear, and engulfed him in a massive hug.
“We’re going to be parents, Lan.”
“We’re going to be the best parents ever.”
“I love you Y/N, forever and always.”
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A little hand patting your shoulder snapped you out of your reminiscing. “Mama, can we go now? I can’t be late to Penelope’s tea party. Max will be dressing up too!”
You smiled up at her, and it was like looking at a carbon copy of Lando. From her beautiful brown curls to her blue eyes that were so easy to get lost in, and of course her little giggle, nearly identical to her husband’s.
“Of course Lana. We can’t let you miss the tea party.” You started to stand up and dust any dirt off of your jeans.
Lana pulled a bunch of daisies and buttercups out of her pocket. “Mama, can you send these to Dada? I hate how he’s racing all the time now, I miss him.”
You patted the girls head. “Of course I can, now go head to the car, I’ll be there in a minute.” You watched as she bounced her way to the car, skipping and singing as she went along.
You looked at the flowers in your hand, and placed them on the grave in front of you.
Lando Norris
Dearly missed by his family and friends
Rest in Peace
Tears welled up in your eyes, but your frantically blinked them away, trying to be strong for your daughter.
“Lando, I know what you’re probably thinking. It’s terrible that I haven’t told our child that her Dad has died, but I can’t do it.”
The tears were streaming down your face now.
“You’re her favourite person. How do I tell our angel that she won’t see you again? I don’t believe it most days. I wake up every morning, praying that your accident was just a nightmare, and that you’ll wake up beside me.”
You started choking on your sobs now.
“I love you Lando, forever and always, and our little girls does too. Never forget that, okay? I miss you so so much my love. I’ll come back tomorrow.”
And with that, you turned away from the grave and headed to your car.
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