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a-disturbing-self-reflection · 2 months

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🏁 Winner, winner, chicken dinner - EO31

SUMMARY: Social media au, y/n is an f1 driver for porsche. 2 best friends finally get a clue. PAIRING: Esteban ocon x fem!reader

Y/N13

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Y/N13 Proud of porsche 🖤

Sorry to end silly season before it begins, but here's to another year!

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Estebanocon how long did that take you to think of?

↳ Y/N13 dont...

↳ User1 not him exposing her like that 💀

User2 yesss! Our queen is slaying staying

PorscheF1 We'd want no one else! 🔥💛

↳ alex_albon do I mean nothing to you?

↳ Y/N13 I love you Porsche admin 😍😍

↳ PorscheF1 😳

↳ Estebanocon stop flirting with the poor admin

↳ landnorris jealous? 🤨

↳ User5 ok Grandpa, lets get you into bed

User3 Can't wait to watch next weeks gp

User4 I'm taking time off work to watch next weeks grand prix! Cant wait to see you smash it, Hungary here i come!!

User5 She's such a porsche girly, I'm living for it

User6 I dont want, I NEED that jacket

↳ User5 ikr, its GORGEOUS

Estebanocon

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Estebanocon I don't know what to write I'm lost for words we just won the Hungarian @ f1GrandPrix i will forever remember this moment!!🔥 Thank you to @ alpinef1team, without them I would not have made it, and what a drive by the legend himself @ fernandoalo_oficial he's part of this too

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alpinef1team 🔥🔥

↳ User6 alpine fr love their fire emojis

↳ alpinef1team 🔥

Y/N13 King of long captions and king of the podium!

↳ Estebanocon let me celebrate in peace

↳ User5 Mum help, they're flirting again

↳ User7 you are delulu

User8 You only got that win cause of Fernando clown 🤡

User9 💩

User10 Not the toxic Fernando fan boys in the comments 💀

fernandoalo_oficial Congrats 😁👍

↳ Estebanocon next win is yours 😉

Y/N13 added to her story!

Y/N13 Estie my bestie, we party like no others.

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landonorris I was there too you know

Y/N13 🥱

landonorris Of course you're only focused on him

Y/N13 whats that supposed to mean?

landonorris nothinggggg ;)

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lando.jpg Podium pals 😎

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User11 She looks like a godess... And they're... there.

Y/N13 Did Estie dirty there lmao

↳ lando.jpg Estie? interesting

↳ User5 HA he's so us

User6 lando got those moves 🕺

Estebanocon It was a great night to end a great day

mclaren looking good Lando! 🔥

charles_leclerc This is charles erasure

↳ lando.jpg Next time dont DNF then 🤷‍♂️

↳ User15 He didnt 💀

User14 Ocon embracing the squirrel

F1gossip

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F1gossip seems it's not just lando norris who got tired during the Belgian GP! Y/n L/n and Esteban Ocon caught snuggling up during the red flag

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User5 INTERESTING

User15 They're childhood friends, obviously they're comfy with eachother

↳ User16 Let us L/nOcon shippers live in delusion ok

User17 When is it my tuuuurn

User18 why is no one talking about how cute lando looks

User19 Lando in the liiiikes??

↳ User20 He's the #1 f1 gossiper, of course he's in the likes

Y/N13

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Y/N13 And thats how you celebrate P2

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User16 Who's the person you're playing uno with?

↳ landonorris Ocon obviously

↳ User1 More importantly who won

↳ User3 As if Y/n would ever let a man beat her

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↳ User8 She did in the race today

↳ User5 You did NOT, thats FOUL

Estebanocon I'm not accepting this slander, I beat her

↳ Y/N13 LIES

maxverstappen1 Congrats on P2, offended you didn't come out partying with us

↳ Y/N13 But merlin...

↳ User15 She's so real for choosing to watch her fave show instead of going out partying

PorscheF1 p1 here we come! 🏆🔥

↳ User21 why do all admins love the fire emoji?

↳ PorscheF1 🔥

↳ mclaren 🔥

↳ alpinef1team 🔥

landonorris You watched merlin WITHOUT ME???

↳ Y/N13 sucks to suck ig

↳ landonorris :(

User6 Her celebrating her podium with him instead of the rest of the grid 😚

↳ User10 It's so cute

↳ User22 I dont get it, are they dating

↳ landonorris not yet

↳ User5 He ships it harder than us i swear

User23 Soft launch?

↳ User24 They're BEST FRIENDS, this is not a soft launch 😭

Y/N13

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Y/N13 Happy birthday Estie bestie, 15 in a caravan turned to 25 in an f1 car so quick 🖤

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Estebanocon I hate you

↳ Y/N13 you love meeee

↳ landnorris Just kiss already pls

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↳ User5 Ayo?

User17 The media team did NOT see this one looool

User5 Bestie, the last pic I-

User23 I love it when me and my bestfriend cuddle all platonic style, jokingly flirt and have date nights... girl who you fooling?

User18 He's so baby girl

User15 They're in love

↳ User24 You're delusional (I believe you)

Y/N13

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Y/N13 Winner winner chicken dinner, what more can I say?

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User5 How about explaining that kiss!!??!?!

PorscheF1 Could not be prouder.

User25 Girl, WHAT does that mean?

landonorris Next step, first ever joint championship 😎

↳ Y/N13 in your dreams buddy

↳ landonorris i dont deserve this

Estebanocon We only know how to win

charles_leclerc Best person to share a podium with

↳ maxverstappen1 What am i?

↳ charles_leclerc a pain

F1gossip

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F1gossip Passionate displays from Y/n after her first Grand prix win, rushing off the podium to kiss childhood friend Esteban Ocon. Does this reveal a secret side to their relationship? Or was it a heat of the moment decision?

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User5 WE WON

User24 The pining is overrrr

User22 Y/n and Esteban finally getting together WAS on my 2021 bingo card!

↳ User26 Be honest, how many years has it been on there?

↳ User22 ....

Estebanocon

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Estebanocon the spider to my man

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Y/N13 you think you're smooth

↳ Estebanocon the smoothest

Y/N13 finally get to say i love youuuuuuu (in a non platonic way!!)

↳ Estebanocon I'll help you reach any apple you want

↳ User20 everyday i wake up knowing ill never have this

User6 I have to know, @ landonorris how much of this was you?

↳ landonorris at least 60%

↳ User14 Only 60?

↳ landonorris the pining was crazy

Y/N13

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Y/N13 finally got a clue

Estebanocon only took 20 years

#esteban ocon #esteban ocon x reader #f1 imagine #f1 #f1 x reader #formula one #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #estie bestie #f1 smau #🏁 - matts f1 works

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f1incorrectquotess · 9 months

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Pierre: Nice hands, Charles

Charles: uh, thank you?

Pierre: I bet they'd look better wrapped around my-

Esteban: BIBLE! WRAPPED AROUND THE BIBLE. PRAISE THE LORD, AMEN!

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misanocircuit · 4 months

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F1 drivers being Ferrari fans! 🐎

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cheriladycl01 · 28 days

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Switching up on me - Esteban Ocon x Lawyer! Reader

Plot: Busy days using an underground train system you aren't familiar too is stressful enough with all the people and noises, but your day couldn't get any worse when you switch bags with the person you bumped into on the platform.

Credit to estiebestieban for the GIF

You were currently running around central Milan in a tizz, you were trying to find the underground station so you could make your way over to the building your client had sent through.

Usually your legal firm dealt with everything strictly in the UK, but this high profile client of yours was unable to make the travel from Italy to England. Your boss sent you off saying you'd have to meet him there to run through final things before you went to court. Everything was in a large duffle bag, all the private documents and confidential agreements and you were struggling holding it next to you.

Once you got into the subway system you placed the bag down next to you but close enough no-one would be able to steal from you. A gentleman came and stood next to you waiting for the next train that was supposed to come in about a minute.

What you didn't anticipate was Milan's sudden rush hour, some guy bumped into you making your trip over your bag. The guy who was next to you caught you and held you steady so you didn't fall onto the tunneled track.

"Thank you!" you smile up at him, and you guys continue to stare up at each other until the train comes into the station. People push their way off and the mystery man looks up at the train side and gasps when he notices it's his. He grabs his bag and jumps on while you watch in awe as the love of your life, your literal soulmate leaves the station on the train.

You wait knowing that one was heading out of the city and sit on a bench waiting for yours to come in.

You pick up the bag which feels slightly heavier than before but you don't think much off it. You get on the next tube which is luckily a lot quieter and manage to get a seat and have your bag on your lap. When you feel it, it feels a little odd, not as padded out in some areas as you remembered it being.

You slowly unzip the bag, seeing none of your things. No water bottle with turtle stickers, or university hoodie, no legal documents of your clients and no nice pair of heels you were supposed to put on before you got to the office after your train commute and small walk.

"No no no!" you whispers to yourself rummaging through finding a helmet, a suit and other various manly bits that weren't yours.

You then remembered the man on the platform and that you must have switched bags. You smiled at the thought that you guys had the exact same bags which just fueled your thoughts of the fact that the very attractive man that saved your life on the Milan underground was in fact your soulmate.

You get off at the next stop at a completely random place in Milan, where you see and advertisement for the F1 race in Monza. The guy must be something to do with that, he was heading that way and he had the helmet and race suit.

You pull out your phone and pull up your clients number before calling them.

"Hey Y/N!" they answer after one ring and immediately they sound a little guilty.

"Everything alright?" you ask.

"Well, you see somethings come up and I'm going to need to postpone everything until tomorrow and the day after, I'll pay for the flight for the inconvenience and your extra hotel expenses and you know what even through dinner on me tomorrow night. I'll take you to a nice place in Milan, but I'm so sorry I cant do it today!" she blurts out and a massive smile comes onto your face.

"That's no problem at all, I can er... do a little more research in the mean time and ... maybe explore the city!" you exclaim knowing you'd be heading on a tube straight for Monza.

"Ahhhh! Your a star I'm so glad the company sent you! I swear you are the only one I trust! But defiantly explore the city it's beautiful. I'll see you tomorrow babe but I really have to go! Okay goodbye!" she says before hanging up.

"You clutch the bag, looking around before you find your way to the nearest taxi service.

"Hello, could you take me to Monza? The er race track?" you ask having no idea if there was a specific name.

"130 euro!" he says and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head at the price.

"Yeah, that's fine!" you grit your teeth.

You are there in no-time jumping out after paying the driver and looking at the map to try and find the most sensible place to go. You assume the paddock where it leads to the garages makes the most sense.

However as you get there and see the security and the pass entrance you start to panic. You walk up to one of the security with a friendly smile on your face which was almost sheepish.

"Hi, this is going to sound so bizarre but I think I've switched bags with a driver and I have their helmet and race suit. Can I get in to hand it back to him please and to get my bag back?" you ask and he laughs.

"Yeah sod off kid!" he laughs the one next to him joining in.

"No I'm being series look!" you say unzipping the bag. They look at it and look between each other.

"Radio it through to alpine" one of the says before walking off through the entrance. You awkwardly stand there waiting for someone to say anything.

"I've been told to bring her through!" the one on the walky talky says letting you go through. He walks with you until you come up to one place that has a big picture of the man you met in the subway.

"Esteban?" you ask pointing to his picture and the security guard nods.

"Apparently he went out to look for you, he's been called by his team to come back as you are here!" he smiles before walking off towards the front. Someone comes running out the front in team gear smiling at you.

"Hey, come with me can we get you anything to drink. You can wait in Esteban's driver room!" he smiles and you politely decline a drink, placing yourself on the sofa and waiting patiently.

"Hey!" a voice interrupts you from scrolling on your phone.

"Hey, I erm think I have something of yours!" you grin, holding up the bag and he sighs seeing his bag the exact colour and model that yours was.

"Thank god! That bag has my life in it!" he cries.

"I think i would have been fired if I actually lost mine!" you admit.

"Yeah, I just want you to know the minute I saw confidential i didn't look through anything. I only found the key card to your hotel room, that's where I was heading to in hopes you'd gone there to try make some calls.

"I worked out you must be a driver and that you'd probably be in dire need so i came straight here!" you smile and he nods.

"Well thank you for delivering the goods!" he smiles handing over your bag. You smile and thank him, before hesitating to exit the room. However you do with a sad sort of smile, knowing you'd probably never see him again.

"Wait!" a voice shouts making your turn round and you see Esteban stood there.

"Can I please have your number, or take you out to dinner as a thank you?" he asks looking over you, trying to get a read.

"Really?" you grin, not expecting him to have asked.

"Well, I think it's sort of fate right?" he asks with a little sly grin on his face.

"Yeah, I guess you're right!" you grin.

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acrosstobear · 11 months

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#f1 #formula 1 #mick schumacher #mercedes #esteban ocon #alpine #ESTIE BESTIE #MICKOLAS AND ESTEBAN THE ICONIC COUPLE

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sirlewishamiltons · 8 months

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i’m so sick and tired of the estie besties a squirrel propaganda. squirrels are plump they’re vivacious. take a moment to consider estie bestie as meerkat instead. they’re skinny they look like they’re about to flee from predators (fernando) at any time.

#jay.txt #estie bestie #not to advocate for the french but he can’t even say squirrel

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lewishamiltonstuff · 1 year

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The FIA will investigate the FIA for letting people out in the pitlane and then the FIA will declare no further investigation for the FIA because the FIA did nothing wrong according to the FIA.

#f1 #formula 1 #The pinnacle of motorsport #fia #formula one #esteban ocon #estie bestie #alpine f1 #baku23 #baku gp 2023 #baku 2023 #azerbaijan gp 2023 #azerbaijan 2023 #f1 2023 #2023 azerbaijan gp #azerbaijan grand prix #f1 lb #f1blr

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velvetsainz · 3 months

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2023 F1 TEAMS ⟶ 6/10 ⟶ BWT ALPINE

"You can't always have the best team. It's always a compromise." — Alain Prost, 4-time WDC + Frenchman

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non-stop-imagines · 7 months

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Red Lipstick Smudged

From this request 💖🤭

Pairing: Esteban Ocon x Black Fem!Reader

Summary: In which you and Esteban just...couldn't wait.

Word Count: ~3.0k words

Warning: Porn with a plot??? (Let's just pretend that's true, car sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it and all that jazz), online translator French, ruining clothing, Very mild orgasm denial but it's still there; Minors DNI!!! 18+

A/N: Whew! I don't know why or how but, uh, yeah. Here this is. This request was a surprising one even though the actual request was simple, I was surprised to see it when it first came in. And what better song to use? 🤣 Now this is mainly based off that second part of Partition (y'all know 😏), but it gave me great smut writing practice so I ain't complaining if y'all aren't. Also, shoutout to 🌶️ anon, you are always just so sweet and kind and supportive and I think like you said, me going and doing something else brought new inspiration for that Carlos fic so, 💋 for you. And thank you to all my anons, with and without symbols, for showing me kindness and being patient with me and checking in on me. Whenever I get those messages it immediately calms my worries because I'm so glad that I have been able to create an environment where we feel comfortable checking on each other. 💖🩷 ANYWAY, happy reading! Hope you guys enjoy! Love you all!! 💖💛💖💛

Translations: Putain, ne me taquine pas.=Fuck, don't tease me; continue, chérie=keep going, darling; Ne pleurnichez pas.=Don't whine; Les yeux sur la putain de route.=Eyes on the fucking road; Regarde, pêches.=Look, peaches.

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"You look amazing, as always." These words come after your boyfriend gets out of the backseat of the car waiting for you two, politely waving away the driver so he can be the one to open the door for you. After getting in you dab on a bit more lipstick while you and the driver waited for Esteban to get in.

"Merci, mon amour." You give light greeting kisses to the sides of your boyfriends face and then a very light peck to his lips in an effort not to transfer any of your red lipstick.

"What was that!?" He sounded mock offended at the briefness of the kiss, obviously desiring something bit more than just a peck from his girlfriend.

"What? I didn't use the smudge proof one. It's a pain trying to get it off and the color of this one is brighter. I just don't want to get it on your lips." Your thumb swipes at his lips in order to remove the little bit of color that did transfer from the kiss you gave him a moment ago, a gesture to which he instinctively accepts.

"You know I don't care about getting your lipstick on me." He couldn't take his eyes off of you when you took out a compact to check your lipstick. He loved red on you, and you knew it. That's why you wore the dress and the lipstick. You wanted to drive him absolutely insane at the event you two were on your way to. Wanted to see how long it would take for him to crumble and take you to the nearest secluded place to fuck you senseless.

"You don't mind lipstick getting on certain places." You click the compact mirror closed and give Esteban a cheeky side eye as you put it back in your pearly silver clutch.

"What do you mean by that?" He leaned his elbow on the back of the limo seat, his hand pushing back your soft hair that fell out of its place. He then realized you got your hair done, silk press and mildly curled to create soft waves.

"Do I have to remind you of the times you asked me to put this on before sucking your dick?" The look you gave him was a grave contrast to the words you just said, innocent and adoring.

"Ah. Can you blame me though? Your pretty red lips wrapped around my cock, leaving smudges, it's a lovely sight." He was trying to play it cool as your hand slowly crawled up his thigh, but he could feel his pants getting tighter, more uncomfortable.

"Well, the venue is another 45 minutes. I could give you a little show…" Your hands found their way to the hem of his pants, slowly undoing his belt.

"But the driver…" You were already crawling down between Esteban's thighs and pushing down his pants to expose his underwear more by the time he voiced his concern.

"Just tell him to roll up the partition." You continue your task of releasing his hard dick from the confines of his underwear, leaving him to instruct the driver in French.

You couldn't lie. You loved his dick. It was long, which, even though Esteban was tall and skinny so it should be expected, surprised you every time you saw it. It curves toward his belly button slightly, and the mauve tip was already leaking in anticipation. You look up at him through your eyelashes, maintaining eye contact as you kiss the head of his cock and let just the tip into your mouth, popping it back out a moment later.

"Putain, ne me taquine pas." You flash a pretty smile up at him, knowing you already complete control over him. He would always revert to speaking French when filled with high emotion, or in this case, anticipating the feeling of your warm mouth around his hard cock. You decide to be nice and not tease him any longer, opening your mouth wide to take as much of him as you could at that moment in your mouth, reminding yourself to relax your jaw, hollow out your cheeks and breathe through your nose. You pull back after going just barely halfway down his dick, licking your way up it with a flat tongue to distribute spit and possibly make it easier to get him further into your mouth.

Esteban's view of you was unmatched. Your eyes would move between maintaining eye contact with him and an intense focus on his dick. Your full red lips were the perfect transition as he watched his dick disappear and reappear from your mouth, and sure enough there were faint red streaks of lipstick along portions of his cock. Your dress had hiked up due to your kneeling position being unfavorable for the fabric of the dress, so the bottom half of your ass was visible. Your hair was desperately out of place, the previous streamline look now slightly puffier, some portions obviously misplaced. Esteban tries to reach to fix it, but you signal for him to wait.

"I'm sweating so it fucked anyway. Leave it." You suck him back into your mouth, regaining the head bobbing pace you had moments before, and using a hand to get whatever wasn't fitting. Your tongue enjoyed the warmth and texture of his dick, and the pleasure you could see clouding his brain made you hornier by the second. You continued to try hard to get as much as you could of him in your mouth, gagging when the tip reaches the back of your throat, and trying to focus on your breathing to distract you from the sensation. But this didn't stop the excess spit from dripping down your chin and tears from producing, and in your pleasure and concentration, it completely slipped your mind that you opted for regular mascara instead of lashes that night, that was until your boyfriend wiped below your eye and showed you the running mascara.

"You're wearing mascara. What about the lashes you usually wear?" The sentence came out prolonged and shaky since him promoting conversation didn't stop you from sucking on him.

"I got a stye the last time, remember? So I decided to give them a break." You had taken him out of your mouth to answer but kept stroking him with your hands, using the lathered spit to make the action easier. Every bit of makeup on your face was smudged, but your innocent eyes looking up at him as you spoke so matter-of-factly brought him unbearably close to a climax he didn't know he was at.

"Oh. Oh-continue, chérie." You smile again, giggling at the response that you were getting from him, then going back to bobbing your head, mentally competing with yourself, seeing if you could get past your gag reflex to take him deeper. You were taken off guard when you felt the buck of Esteban's hip, succeeding in pressing more of his dick into your mouth, the abrupt action producing more tears from your eyes and for more lathered spit to bubble from your mouth. He fucks your face a couple more times, but when you couldn't take it anymore you remove your mouth and resort to your hands to give your jaw a rest. You were beautiful and messy, satisfied with the work you had done and your facial expressions showed it, and just this sight drove Esteban over the edge. He gave no warning for the spurts of cum that came shooting from his cock, landing on various places of your face and chest, with some of it ending up on your dress.

"Damn it! You got cum on my dress. I could figure out the hair situation but this…is there anything we can use to clean it up?" You sat back on your heels and examined the splotch, wondering how and if you were able to get it off before getting to the charity event both Alpine drivers were invited to attend. Esteban had his mind on other things though, pushing more of his pants down while you weren't paying attention.

"To be honest, Pêches, the last thing on my mind is this fucking event. Come here." He takes one of your hands that was tending to your dress and attempts to guide you up to his lap. You were hesitant at first, for what reason you had no idea because after seeing Esteban's lap, slender toned thighs and semi-hard dick dripping reminiscence of cum onto the bottom of his button up, you were quick to straddle his waist, you widened thighs finishing the job of bunching the bottom of your dress at your waist. You almost immediately start rolling your his into his, you covered pussy gliding over him, the wetness it produced soaking through and getting on his dick.

�� The scene of hips gyrating into each other was a drastic contrast to the scene of your two faces observing each other. You scanned down his face, sweat beading around his brows, cheeks flushed and tinged red, and his lips, which you take a moment longer to study, were redder and you could see faint teeth marks in the bottom one. Esteban was still enamored by the messy look of your makeup, accented by a small streak of cum on your left cheek that he goes to wipe away. Your eyes conveyed an extreme amount of love and lust, nonverbally telling him exactly how much you loved him and how horny he made you, and boy, was the feeling mutual.

Esteban leaned in for a kiss, tilting his head up slightly since you kneeling on the seat made you tower over him slightly. You place your hands on the sides of his face to finish bringing him in for the kiss, purposefully making it sloppy to ensure the red on your lips fully transferred to his. His hands made their obvious way to your ass, gripping each cheek with long slender fingers, riding along as you continued to grind on him.

"Where are we? Are we close to the venue?" You move from kissing his lips to down his neck, leaving lipstick stains wherever they went. Esteban briefly looks out the windows, then utters something to the driver that he has to repeat since the first time it was obstructed by the rolled up partition. "What did you say?" You were still rolling your hips, finding the sensation almost comforting now, and your lips were swollen from the incessant kissing.

"I told him to drive past and take us back home. I'll text Pierre later. He owes me for the last time, anyway. Bailed on me, probably for a similar reason." His right hand slid from your butt to your pelvis, and in one smooth motion pulled your underwear to the side and ran two long slender fingers through your folds, having to do little work himself as you continued to move your hips, now focused on the sensation that the presence of his fingers gave. He stops you though, moving his hands to your hips to stop your motions. "Lift up." You do as told, fully up on your knees, sternum at his nose, waiting for his next action. You let a shocked gasp fall from your lips when you feel two long, slender fingers ease into you slowly, sliding in effortlessly from how impossibly wet you were. He pulls them out fully and lifts them to his line of sight, and you watch as he separates the two appendages to show strings of arousal connecting them. "I make you this wet? Either that or you just really enjoy sucking dick." He licks the juices from his fingers and then slides them back into you, fucking into you slowly, waiting for your answer.

"Both. But only if it's your dick." You wanted to taste yourself on his lips, so you littered them with kisses. Kissing him like he was your only source of oxygen, just so you could taste yourself from his lips. You only stop when a calloused thumb is pressed onto you clit.

"Good answer." He keeps his fingers going, the "come hither" motion being made reaching spots that you could only dream of reaching with your own. Esteban could feel, and hear, that you were getting wetter by the second, the squelching noises being accompanied by the sticky slickness of your overflowing juices with each thrust of his fingers. The back of the limo had a pleasantly lewd scent of sex that swirled so wonderfully with the combined notes of woodsy vanilla from your perfume and his cologne. He was getting irritatingly hard again and this time the only feeling that could even remotely help is that of your soft warm walls wrapped around him.

"I fucking love your fingers, Daddy." You moan, moving your hips meeting the thrusts of his fingers and trying to increase the pressure on your clit yourself. But Esteban had other plans, and as you guys ventured closer to the venue, he removed his fingers and hastily grabbed his dick, rubbed the tip along your slit and stuck just that in before placing his hands on your hips to push you down onto it himself.

"Sounds like you like my dick more, pêches." This was in response to the guttural "Oh my gosh" you let out after having no choice but to bottom out on his dick.

"You're so fucking deep, I don't-" You move one of your hands from your boyfriend's shoulder to the rear window if the limo, not having to do any work yourself as Esteban guides you down onto his cock and then thrusts you back up with his hips. You were already overwhelmed with how he felt inside of you, stretching you, dragging in and out, hitting your cervix with each thrust that it took you a moment to register the riiippp from the fabric of your dress and the feeling of the damp air on your now exposed boobs. "What the fuck?"

"Ne pleurnichez pas. I'll buy you a new one." He was hypnotized by the sight of your bouncing tits in his face, your moans a background sound that immerses him further. That is until an abrupt stop of the limo causes him to unintentionally thrust deeper into you, making you scream and let out expletives as Esteban examines the situation. He quickly identified the problem: the partition was only rolled up halfway at that point, so from what he could guess, the driver was so distracted from watching your ass bounce on his cock that he almost hit the person in front of him. "Les yeux sur la putain de route." He instructed quick and angrily before motioning for him to roll up the partition again. "Are you okay?"

For Esteban, there were very few, if any, views of you that didn't turn him on immensely, and the one he had at the moment was no different. Your breasts in his face, your exhausted, pleasure filled face tilted downward, hair falling forward with your tilted head, just trying to catch your breath and recover from the unexpected feeling you just experienced. "Mhmm. Just a shock."

"Okay." He continues again slower, using the faces you were making as a gauge for when he could go back to the pace he was at. Somehow everything was timed perfectly, because by the time he reached his previous pace, or what seemed to be faster because now you were starting to chase your own orgasm, the limo had reached the outskirts of the event, still a good amount of people waiting to get a glimpse of whatever celebrity they are able to. "Regarde, pêches. Completely oblivious to you being fucked out of your mind in the back of this limo. Want to give them a show, huh? Want to show them how much of a needy little cock-hungry girl you are?" His threats were empty, knowing that the driver was going to take the next side street to take you guys back home, but he wanted to hear you beg.

"Nooo…I wanna go home." You could only think about how good Esteban's dick made you feel, and how much better it would be in the comforts of your own home. More room available. Less inhibition. Free to get off however you pleased.

"Don't worry, Daddy will get you home." You nod at him, but continue to nod as your brain shuts out everything except the feeling of Esteban's cock reaching the deepest parts of your pussy and your own fingers strategically rubbing your clit. You just wanted to cum. Well, more like needed to cum, as you've been so unbearably horny since you saw Esteban dressed in his tux before you two even left the house. "But…" He uses one large hand to stop your little fingers from working your clit while he reversed his hips to fully retract himself from you, hard wer dick, covered in your juices, bobbing close to his stomach. "You have to wait to cum. Until we get home. Then I'll make you cum as many times as you want." He guides you off of his lap, pulls his own pants and underwear back up, and then removes his jacket to give to you, which you take after attempting to cover your chest with the ripped fabric of your silky red dress.

"You're an asshole, you know that." You mope in your seat as the driver continues back to your place, the surroundings becoming familiar again as you watch out the window.

"Say what you want, you'll pay when we get home." He reaches for your hand and gives it a brief kiss, his aura sweet, but his threatening promise still looking over you. You continue to avoid eye contact, but he knew that it was all a facade. You just enjoyed acting like a little brat when you guys fuck because you knew it irritated him in a way that made him want to fuck you harder just to shut you up. So, it was even less of a surprise when your other hand reached around to aid in ripping his button up open, buttons flying everywhere.

"I just had to make it fair. I couldn't be the only one with ripped clothing." You turned to look out the window again, your boyfriend's previous promise echoing in your head. As you neared home you made little annoying complaints here and there, because one thing about Esteban is that he always kept his promises.

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dancing-on-inters · 2 months

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Everybody look at this adorable art by the talented @ilikecarsandlike4people!

Behold the Powerpuff besties of motorsport! Made with sugar, spice, and everything nice plus the extra ingredient, the mysterious yet powerful magnetism between Estie bestie and nepo babies.

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alearicci · 9 months

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“estie... our daughter is perfect” – EO31

pairings: esteban ocon x wife!reader; esteban ocon x wife!y/n

summary: while Esteban performs at the Grand Prix and merges into one with speed, he does not even suspect that his wife y/n ocon is about to give birth to their long-awaited daughter.

warnings: pregnancy, the birth of the first child, a lot of emotions and reflections, comfort, tears

note: the second part is already in the profile. im crying. I really love estie and this theme of story. expect a lot of stories about family daily 🥹

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Every cell of his being wanted to be near his wife y/n, to meet their newborn daughter Amelie, who entered this world while he was racing.

With the festive champagne still sparkling on his racing suit, Esteban wasted no time. He hurriedly headed to the hospital, his mind consumed by a mixture of joy, anticipation and an insatiable desire to hug his daughter for the first time.

Already sitting in his car, Esteban started it and hurriedly taxied the sports car onto the main road. Keeping his hands firmly on the steering wheel, he involuntarily thought about everything that was happening.

He's been dreaming about his daughter all his life. Not even about my son, although he also dreamed of him, but about my daughter. Vowing to be the best father he could be, he felt a huge determination to give her everything she deserved— love, support and opportunities that he may have missed out on as a child.

Memories of his own childhood came flooding back to him, when financial difficulties sometimes loomed over his head. To fulfill his dream, his parents had to sacrifice too much. The realization that he could now give his daughter the life he could only dream of lit a fire in him.

With every ounce of his being, Esteban promised himself that his daughter would never experience the difficulties he faced in his childhood. He will work tirelessly to secure her future, ensuring that she will be surrounded by the comfort, stability and resources necessary to realize her dreams.

I wonder what her dream will be?

But it wasn't just about material goods. He was fully aware that it is possible to be a great father regardless of financial capabilities. He sought to build a deep emotional connection with his daughter, to be close to her in every possible way. His thoughts wandered over the precious moments they would share, from bedtime stories to teaching her how to ride a bike, from cheering her on at school plays to being her unwavering support in difficult moments.

It was a pain in the heart that they would have to part often because of Ocon's career. As soon as this thought popped into his head, Esteban bit his lower lip and tightened his hands on the steering wheel. Now we need to think not about this, but about how their first meeting will happen.

As he sped along the road, the roar of the engine mixed with the stream of thoughts that dominated his head. "Amelie," he whispered to himself, savoring the sound of her name coming off his tongue. Chords of pride and overwhelming love began to intertwine in his thoughts, mixing with the responsibilities and dreams that lay ahead of him as a father.

Time seemed to pass at a snail's pace as he anxiously made his way through the crowded streets to the maternity hospital. The roar of the crowd and the impetuous atmosphere of the circuit were replaced by a serene calm that engulfed his thoughts. With each passing milestone on the way, his heart was filled with expectation.

Every red light, every turn and every passing car only fueled Esteban's impatience. He couldn't wait to hug y/n to soothe her with a gentle hug after a long wait. His heart was fluttering with anticipation, overflowing with love for the woman who stood by his side no matter what.

Finally reaching the hospital, Esteban hastily parked the car and rushed to the entrance. Nurses and doctors in smocks and masks greeted him with understanding smiles, recognizing the famous Formula 1 racer. However, at that moment he was just a nervous father-to-be.

Finally the moment has come. Esteban entered the hospital room, his gaze immediately stopped on y/n. He caught his breath when he saw her, her face shining with a mixture of fatigue and pure happiness. Their eyes met, conveying a deep message of love and gratitude that could not be expressed in any words.

Esteban distinctly felt moisture begin to accumulate in the corners of his eyes. He laughed faintly and covered his eyes with his hand, not wanting to show his weakness to his beloved wife.

She smiled faintly and muttered.

"Come to me, my love"

Ocon obediently walked over and sat down on a chair next to y/n's bed. She reached out her hand and gently stroked his cheek. Esteban sniffed and put his hand on hers.

"We did it, l'amour de ma vie. (love of my life)"

"No, you did it, y/n. She's everything we could ever dream of, honey. I can't believe how lucky we are to have her in our lives. I'm so proud of you, my love. You brought our beautiful girl into this world."

Esteban smiled tenderly and leaned towards his wife to leave a light kiss on her lips. He didn't want to disturb her and decided that he would have time to kiss her properly a little later.

"I'm going to cry, Estie."

This intimate and personal moment was interrupted by the arrival of the doctor.

"Mr. Ocon, good evening. Your baby is strong and healthy, the nurse can bring her here or you can go to her. Do you want to see her?"

"Yes, Doc, a thousand times yes."

"Let the baby be brought here," y/n said softly. "I want to see them."

"Okay, then wait a bit."

The doctor left and in just a few seconds a nurse entered the room with a baby in a special transparent box.

"Will you take her in your arms?"

Esteban exhaled loudly and did not dare to look at his child. He was both ready and not ready to face this little miracle.

"If possible."

"Of course. Take off your T-shirt, it will be an important ritual in forming your bond. Hold it, just be careful."

"Of course," Esteban replied and took the baby in his arms.

She was light. Like a feather.

His heart seemed about to pop out of his chest.

The sight of her delicate, delicate features on her face filled him with awe and a sense of deep responsibility. Tears welled up in his eyes when he realized the incredible privilege granted to him — fatherhood.

His hands were shaking as he pulled her to him. When her tiny gentle warmth touched his skin, a wave of emotions overwhelmed him. In that infinitesimal moment, he felt an indissoluble bond forming, forever binding his heart to the heart of his daughter. He admired her innocence, her beautiful soul and the amazing mixture of herself and y/n that lay before him.

"Welcome to this wonderful world, my sweet Amelie," Esteban whispered, his voice full of tenderness and reverence. He admired the miracle of life and the connection he instantly felt with his daughter.

He gently cradled the newborn Amelie in his strong but gentle arms. With a soft smile on his face, he leaned a little closer and whispered to her in a soothing voice, trying not to disturb her sleep and peace.

"You are already loved more than words can express," he whispered, his voice filled with an overwhelming sense of awe and joy.

Ocon couldn't help but admire the miracle of life and the incredible journey that his daughter was going to have. He spoke softly, sharing his hopes, dreams and aspirations for her.

"I want you to know that you can become anyone. You already have my mom's strength, determination and talent to cope with any challenge that gets in your way," he muttered with unshakable faith in his voice.

He continued to share his love and admiration, his words were filled with warmth and encouragement.

"You see, my little one, life will be filled with ups and downs, triumphs and failures, but always remember that I am here for you. I will be your guiding star, your greatest support, ready to cherish every moment with you," he whispered, his voice laced with unwavering commitment.

Speaking to her, Okon could already imagine how many adventures they were going to have together. From race tracks to family gatherings and ordinary, everyday moments, he promised to be present at every stage of her life.

"And whenever the world makes you feel depressed or insecure, just know that you can always find comfort in my arms. I will hold you, comfort you and remind you of what a great girl you are," he shared, his voice filled with unconditional fatherly love.

With a gentle and loving touch, Formula 1 driver Esteban Ocon cradled his newborn daughter Amelie in his strong arms. The dimly lit room became a serene backdrop for this precious moment, when Esteban quietly whispered to his tiny bundle of joy.

"Welcome to this world, my sweet Amelie," Esteban whispered, his voice full of tenderness and reverence. He admired the miracle of life and the connection he instantly felt with his daughter. Looking into her eyes, he wondered what adventures awaited them.

"You are the most precious gift, Amelie. I promise to protect you, guide you and love you with all my heart," Esteban continued a little louder than a whisper. He knew the challenges and uncertainties that lay ahead, but he was determined to be the best father and role model for his little girl.

Esteban gently stroked Amelie's delicate cheek, tracing the contours of her face with his fingertips. He admired her tiny features and the perfect harmony she seemed to embody. At that moment, time stopped when he was overwhelmed by a wave of overwhelming love.

"Tu fais partie de moi, Amélie, et je fais partie de toi (You are a part of me, Amelie, and I am a part of you)," Esteban whispered, a mixture of excitement and a sense of responsibility in his voice. He was thinking about the legacy he wanted to pass on to his daughter—a legacy of perseverance, dedication and striving for a dream.

As Esteban continued to cradle his daughter, he whispered secrets about the world they would explore together, ranging from the breakneck speed of the race track to the tranquility of nature. He talked about the different cultures they would encounter, the lessons they would learn, and the memories they would create.

"You see, mon petit ange (my little angel), life is an incredible journey, and I will be by your side every step of the way," Esteban whispered, his voice a mixture of unshakable determination and deep love. He imagined the two of them overcoming difficulties, supporting each other and celebrating victories, both big and small.

While Amelie was peacefully dozing in his arms, Esteban Ocon's adoration for his daughter grew immeasurably. In that quiet moment, he knew that this bond they shared would be unbreakable.

With a final whisper, he whispered, "Amelie, my precious, you are my world, and I will love you forever."

With every whispered word, Ocon created a connection that would last a lifetime. He knew that Amelie would grow up to be as strong, resilient and determined as her father.

In that precious moment when he cradled his precious daughter and shared his heartfelt feelings, Esteban Ocon became a beacon of love, inspiration and support for his beloved Amelie.

In this hospital room, surrounded by the love of his wife and the newfound joy of his daughter's presence, Esteban realized that winning the race was just a chapter in a much grander adventure. The real victory lay in this precious family, now united by a common love that will last for their entire lives.

Cradling Amelie in his arms, Esteban Ocon felt a deep sense of gratitude for the journey that had brought him to this unusual moment. The upcoming path of a loving husband and devoted father promised countless victories, trials and unceasing love.

Esteban had forgotten that in addition to him and his daughter, there was a nurse and his wife in the room. When his gaze fell on them, the nurse was sitting on the edge of the patient's bed and handing her paper handkerchiefs with which she wiped her tears.

Looking at them, Ocon couldn't help smiling and gently, barely perceptibly, kissed his treasure on the forehead.

crying part two?

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