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Unexpected Love part 3

Summary:

Things weren't meant to turn out this way.

I had everything thought out perfectly. My life was perfect. And then Toto came and wrecked everything.

I can feel myself becoming more bewildered and hopeless with every passing second.

I look at the stick in my hands again and confirm my worst nightmare. Two faint lines. Just like the one I took before. And the one before that. It was truly happening.

I can barely breathe as I slide down on the floor, with my knees tucked under my chin.

Tears run down my cheeks as I sob my heart out.

This is the third part of Unexpected Love, a series about Y/N, who falls in love with Toto Wolff, the CEO of Mercedes AMG Petronas Formula 1 team. Follow along on her journey, as she experiences love and desire for the first time in her life. ps. This series contains sexual themes, and may not be fitting for younger individuals.

Warnings: Major age-gap, reader is a virgin, swear words, fluff ig

Word count: 4.3k

I decide to watch the qualifying before I inevitably have to leave.

And as much as I would've liked to see Mercedes on top, we had to settle for a solid 2nd place. George was a trooper, and the whole garage seemed happy with the result, which in turn, made me happy.

"I better start going..." I think to myself as I take my purse and walk off in search of a taxi.

"Um... I'd like to go to a mall, please. Any mall will do." I tell the taxi driver as I struggle to get into the car. The streets of Melbourne were bustling with people, and I almost felt a little claustrophobic just thinking about the fact that I could be there, instead of here.

What even brought me to this point? Vanessa did, but I can't help giving myself a bit of credit, too. If I hadn't accepted, I'd be stuck doing classes and writing assignments. And that wouldn't change, I planned on finishing school, I just craved a much-needed break.

"Here we are, that'll be 7 dollars please." The driver announces in a thick Aussie accent. I instinctively grab my own card to pay, but then I realise that I have Toto's card that he encouraged me to use, so I oblige.

When I step outside, I realise what a mess I have gotten myself into. The mall was absolutely enormous, and there was no way I could walk through it in a mere couple of hours. Also, Toto never specified the budget; he only told me to buy something pretty. I sigh and walk inside. The entrance was grand. I had definitely decided on the right mall, at least.

I walk around shopping windows, trying to figure out what is appropriate to wear to a gala. I had the perception that galas were grand and proper, and I for the love of me could not find one that felt worthy enough.

I can feel tears welling up as I look around desperately. When I find my way to the 4th floor, my eyes land on a small shop with hand-sewn garments. On display, a black dress. The perfect dress. My eyes light up as I dry my tears, and I hurriedly walk over to inspect it closely. The long sleeves made it modest, just how I liked it. I wasn't the kind of person to put myself on display.

"Hello dear, can I help you?" A small lady asks, limping forward from the register. "I can tell it would suit you." She says.

"Do you think so?" I ask, needing reassurance.

"Yes, want to try it?"

"I'd love to!" I smile.

"Come on then." The lady says as she pulls the dress off the mannequin.

She guided me further into the small and cozy shop. It smelled like my childhood school, mixed with the familiar smell of fabric and thread, and I instantly felt at home.

"Here you go, you can change in here." The lady says as she shows me the wooden booth. I close the door behind me and undress. I can't tear my eyes from the dress, and when I wiggle into it, I know that I made the right decision. It fit me like a glove, and I couldn't stop smiling. This time, I was welling up, not from despair, but rather from happiness and relief.

When I open the door, the lady opens her arms and invites me to a tight hug. "My god, sweetheart, you look fabulous!" She exclaims.

"I feel fabulous!"

"It's a little loose at the arms, but I'll have that fixed in no time." She says as she points to the loose fabric.

"I think this is it." I say, still in awe.

"I'll start working on the arms at once, then!" She says, and as I get out of the dress, I hear her preparing her sewing machine and needles. I hand the lady the dress, and she instantly goes to work.

"Give me an hour." She smiles at me and walks off into the backroom to work on the dress in peace.

An hour. In that time I might be able to find a pair of heels to go with my dress. I walk around, somewhat more calmly, properly inspecting the wide variety of dresses, shoes, and stunning jewellery. I slowly browse around a high-end shoe store, trying to decide which heels would be most appropriate without overspending. I settle on a pair of black shoes to add some height to my otherwise small stature.

As I walk back to the 4th floor, I feel much more at ease. Things were working out as I wanted them to, and I was sure that Toto would approve of the dress.

"There you are!" The old lady says as I walk into her shop. "I made it just in time. Do you want to try it on once more or do you trust that it fits?"

"I trust you." I smile. "What do I owe you for this?"

"900 dollars, please."

The price made me pause what I was doing. But upon closer thought, it was totally worth it, and besides, Toto told me to buy something pretty. This was the epitome of pretty. I happily pay with Totos' card and walk off, thanking the kind lady multiple times.

I decided on walking back to the hotel, and even if it was getting dark, I still felt the warmth of late summer in the air.

"Where the hell have you been?!" Vanessa asks as I unlock the door. "I've tried to call you!"

"Oops." I say, feeling guilty. "I'm so sorry. Let me explain." I try to reason as I pull her to our shared bed. "Okay, so, Toto convinced me to join him at a gala tonight. And he gave me his card to buy something to wear, so I did."

"What the actual fuck, Y/N?" Vanessa whispers as she sees the shopping bags left at the door.

"Now, I'm off to shower. I have a little over two hours to get ready."

"Yes, go, go!" She laughs to herself, with a tint of amusement in her tone.

Now, do I shave everything, I wonder. Was there a risk that things would escalate to something more heated? And if so, would Toto mind some hair down there? I'm not the one to take any risks, and I shave my body thoroughly.

I had one and a half hours to get ready. "Vanessa, will you help me?" I ask, hoping that she would help me blow-dry and curl my hair.

"How nervous are you from 1-10?" Vanessa asks as she wraps my hair around the curling iron.

"I'd say a solid 100." I giggle.

"You have him wrapped around your pinky already, you've got nothing to worry about." My friend tries to assure me.

Next, makeup. Vanessa and I had a long discussion about whether I should do a full glam or something simpler, and we both settled on something cute and discreet, as it would go with the dress perfectly.

Vanessa walks up behind me as I curl my lashes and places her chin on my shoulder, looking at me in the mirror. "You know, I knew Toto would go crazy for you. You look that good." She smiles.

30 minutes left. It was time for me to get into my newly purchased dress and heels. I was praying that Toto would approve of my chosen attire.

"Damn, girl!" Vanessa exclaims as I walk out of the bathroom. "You look stunning! Fuck me, I need to get a sugar daddy too..." She thinks aloud, making me laugh.

"He's not a sugar daddy!" I try to reason.

"Yeah, sure..." She shakes her head.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and I had to admit, I looked and felt expensive. As I'm finishing up on my final look, I hear a light knock on the door.

"I'll get it!" Vanessa yells as she practically runs towards the door. "Hello, Mr. Wolff." I hear her say, and my heart skips a beat.

"Hello Vanessa, I'm looking for Y/N." I hear the overwhelmingly familiar voice say as I step out of the bathroom and turn around the corner to face the man.

His breath hitches as he sees me, and we all stop in our tracks. All is silent and calm for a moment.

"Y/N..." Toto finally manages to breathe out. "You look..." He struggles to say as I turn around, showing off the whole dress. "You look exquisite."

My whole face turns into a wide smile when I hear his words, and I feel my cheeks heating up. "I was hoping this dress would do." I say. "Speaking of..." I hold my finger up as I grab my purse, digging through it. "Here you go." I smile as I hand him his black card.

"Ready?" Toto asks.

"Ready." I confirm, and we walk off towards the elevators.

I can't help but notice Toto not tearing his eyes off me as we wait for the lift, and the way he covers his crotch. At the time, I had no idea why.

Toto takes my hand as we step into the empty elevator, and spins me around to face him. The way I felt his breath on me turned me on even more than I ever could have thought and the close proximity seemed to have the same effect on him as we mixed into a heaving mess.

"I want to kiss you." He whispers as he leans in.

"Mhm..." I hum back, feeling myself lose control.

Toto slowly leans closer, maintaining eye contact. His minty breath caresses my skin like a blessing. "Mein schatz... Verdammt süß." He whispers, his lips kissing the bridge of my nose as he moves lower.

"Can I?" Toto asks as his lips brush over mine.

"Please..." I moan, and Toto considers that as a hint. Even with my minimal knowledge, I could tell he was an experienced kisser.

I open my mouth, allowing him access, and he immediately dives in, licking my teeth, tongue and gums thoroughly.

The sound of the elevator, indicating that we were on the first floor, returns us to reality, and Toto sighs heavily, annoyed that he had been disrupted.

"Come on, gorgeous." Toto once again sighs and leads me out with hurried steps. He leads me out into the vintage-looking Mercedes and helps me in.

"This is too much, Toto..." I say, still heaving from our heated make-out session just a minute ago.

"Not at all." He says, he being just as out of breath as I.

Despite the fact that it was late, the Australian air remained warm, and I didn't freeze while we drove the cabriolet through the city.

"Here we are, are you ready?" Toto asks.

"I'm not sure..." I say, unsure of what to expect.

"No need to worry, I will be by your side the whole time." Toto assures me as we walk into the venue.

"Martini?" I hear one of the servers ask as Toto talks to the valet.

"Yes, please." I say and grab a glass, immediately tossing the olive.

"Y/N." I feel his soft voice behind me, and his hand on my lower back, guiding me forward into the huge ballroom.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous." Toto whispers in my ear as he scoots my chair forward. Then he sits down next to me with a grin on his face, knowing that he succeeded in making me blush again.

People settle around the round table. Unbeknownst to me, Toto seemed to be acquainted with most of them, greeting everyone and making small talk.

"This is Y/N, a friend of mine." Toto introduces me to the table and smiles down at me.

"Hello, everyone!" I wave. Everyone was surprisingly considerate and kind, and I even think I made some new friends that night. As I'm busy talking to the ladies around the table, Toto bends down to my ear, tickling me with his lips.

"Meet me in the ladies' bathroom in 2." He whispers, and I stare, feeling somewhat shocked, as he disappears out of the room.

I clear my throat and shuffle in the chair, suddenly feeling a little bit unsure. What was waiting in that bathroom?

"Y/N, are you okay? You look a bit pale..." One of the guests asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I look down, desperately wiping away the sweat mustache that was forming. "Excuse me." I say, as I get up.

I'm taking the risk. I'm doing it, I'm doing as Toto told me to do. As I walk around the round tables, I catch people staring, and the fact that they do spurs me on.

"He said ladies' bathroom, right?" I think to myself as I gulp, sneaking inside. My heels are clicking against the cold marble tile floor as I look around, feeling a little lost. I consider turning back, but just as I'm about to turn my heel, the door to a bathroom booth flies open.

And there he was in all his glory. Dressed in a black suit, looking straight at me with that grin of his. He walks out, with his hands in his pockets, not once breaking eye contact. As he gets closer, my pulse quickens, and when he's within reach, my heart beats like a rabbit.

"Shh..." Toto shushes me, surely hearing my heartbeats. "No need to be nervous, we won't do anything you don't want to." He whispers and carefully reaches for my hands, pulling on them to get me to follow him. He immediately leans in as he leads me into the toilet cubicle and closes the door behind him. "So fucking pretty..." He whispers before closing the gap.

I had been longing for his lips on mine since the lift, and I finally got to feel him again, even if only for a brief minute. He's gentle, and his tongue is coaxing me to be bolder. His large hands find my hips, and he pulls me impossibly closer to him, and I melt into his being, his touch.

"Toto..." I warn him with a murmur as his hands creep under my buttocks.

"Hm?" He asks as he lifts me to straddle his lean figure, causing me to yelp. "Shhh, we need to be quiet." He whispers while placing his index finger over my lips, making me nod my head, indicating that I understand. "Good girl." He mumbles as his lips brush against my neck, raising goosebumps along my whole body. His warm breath on my delicate skin felt like the warmest of hugs.

"Stop teasing..." I moan.

Toto chuckles and places a delicate kiss on my neck, and I arch my back, welcoming him in, wrapping my arms around his wide frame. And then, another kiss lower down. His hand moves up under my chest, holding me in place as I squirm from his soft touch.

"How far are you ready to go?" He asks.

"I don't know." I reply, lost in the fog of lust, unable to be able to form a single thought.

Toto hums, peppering my neck with kisses.

"Let's continue somewhere else, shall we?" He asks.

What the fuck did that mean? Once again, my inexperience shone through. I gaze at him like a question mark and reluctantly nod.

His pale, warm skin embraces me, and I bury my face into the crook of his muscular neck.

As we walk out of the ladies' bathroom, we walk straight out to the valet, not bothering with pleasantries. "I can't wait until we get back to the hotel..." He whispers, whilst taking my hand into his.

When we get into the car and start our journey home, Toto won't tear his hand off my thigh, and it feels as if he's guarding me, in a sense, just like he did this morning.

"C'mere..." Toto murmurs as he pulls me closer, and I scoot across the seat to fulfill his wish. His hand comes to rest on my hip, and I, in turn, place my head on his shoulder, almost drifting off into a comfortable slumber. I'm awakened by a light kiss on the top of my head, and I straighten up, inspecting my surroundings.

"Lieb, we're here." Toto whispers and helps me out.

When we step into the elevator, Toto turns me around to face him and traces my shoulders with his calloused hands while his lips nuzzle my nose, making me giggle.

Toto was sweet and intense, and the fact that he was made me more excited by the second.

"Will you join me in my room tonight?" He asks somewhat cautiously.

I hum, "Will you behave?" I giggle.

"Probably not..." He chuckles, "Stay with me anyway." He says as he pulls me impossibly closer, and I pull him down to steal a light kiss.

"I just might..." I murmur suggestively while tugging on his hair, coaxing him to bend further down.

As we make it through the corridors, half running to get to our destination quicker, Toto holds my hand, squeezing it firmly, refusing to let go. I could tell he was just as excited as I, which spurred my excitement on even more. The thought of him longing for me made me feel a way I had not felt before. Was this what desire felt like? Or love, perhaps? I had no idea, but I was determined to find out.

I look on as Toto struggles to find his key card in the haze of lust. When he does, and opens the door, he scoops me up and carries me inside, kicking the door shut behind us. When he lets me down, we both pause, evaluating our next move.

Toto raises his hand to my face, "So beautiful..." He murmurs as he studies my face and captures my chin between his fingers.

I have to admit, I had no idea what to do, or how to do it, and the thought of Toto on me made me even more nervous than I had ever been before.

"Please, Toto..." I mutter nervously, breaking eye contact. I have no idea what comes next, and Toto stops too. I back up against the wall, and Toto follows. He places his hands against the wall on either side of my head. My smaller figure nearly disappears under his wide and tall figure. His hands slide down from the wall, and land on my face, holding my head up, maintaining eye contact.

"Don't be scared, Y/N. I'm not gonna harm you or anything." He says as he leans in and gives my plump and swollen lips a peck.

"I'm..." I start, searching for words to say. I quickly realise that my mind is completely blank, and I'm left softly breathing him as he comes closer.

I'm shaking, but not because I'm cold. My pulse picks up, and Toto seems to notice.

"Don't be nervous, Y/N. What’s wrong?" He asks, with a hint of concern in his voice.

"I'm..." I begin, unsure how to inform him that I'm over 20 and yet a virgin. "You're my... First." I finally decided that being 100% honest was the best move.

"My god, should've told me before..." Toto coos, pulling me in. As he buries his face in my hair, he continues, "You're a virgin?"

"Yeah... Is that okay?" I ask.

"Oh, yeah. Just changes things." Toto says as he rubs his neck.

"What do you mean?"

Toto pauses. He looks straight at my worried face and squints his eyes, deep in thought. "Just means that I'm worried about hurting you. I want things to be comfortable for you." He concludes.

"Toto..." I whisper, "I want you." I utter as I arch into him, desperate for his touch.

"I know..." He replies, offering me a delicate kiss, which I gladly accept. I wrap my arms around him, suddenly afraid that he will slip away from my fingers.

Toto shushes me. "Slow down..." He whispers and backs away, making me pout. "Bed?" He asks, holding his hands up for me to grab.

And I do. I follow him more than willingly, and Toto takes my hands, giving each of my palms a kiss, and then leads me to his bed.

"Can I?" He asks as he plays with the zipper on my back.

I nod, "Yeah." And Toto slowly unzips my dress, revealing my heated back. His hands were colder, and I shivered when his fingers explored every groove of my back. He spins me around and parts my hair, revealing my back fully for his eyes to see. His fingertips tickle my sensitive skin as they slide across my back.

I can feel myself losing balance, and my hands desperately search for something to steady myself.

Toto chuckles, "Sit down." Toto orders as he sits down.

I oblige, and I place myself next to him, crossing my legs to get some kind of relief from my problem, which was getting bigger and wetter every second.

Toto leans in, and I keen at the sensation of him pulling me closer. He pushes me onto my back, and I shuffle into the middle of the bed.

Toto follows, balancing on his elbow, hovering over me.

"So schön." He whispers as his fingers rake through my hair. "Can I take this away?" He asks, looking down at my dress.

"Yeah..." I breathe out. I felt nervous about the fact that a man was currently undressing me, although I felt better about it since it was Toto. When my chest is uncovered, Toto's breath hitches.

"Fuck, Y/N." He gulps. "So warm, so soft." He comments as his hands move over my naked chest and his mouth moves to my neck, sucking purple round shapes into my skin. "You're exquisite."

I can't help closing my eyes, taking it all in. His hands move all over me, except for where I want him most, and I grab his hand in hopes of him helping me.

"No, Y/N." Toto whispers.

"Please." I beg.

Toto pulls away, sighing. "Let's take things slow, yeah?" He whispers as he looks down at my glassy eyes. I wasn't disappointed, but rather discouraged by the fact that he didn't want me straight away.

"Do you want me to go?" I ask, feeling tears in my throat.

"By no means!" Toto replies. "I want you to stay, but I want to wait until we sleep together, that's all." He adds, and leans in, pausing mere centimeters away from my face. I grab hold of his dark locks and pull him down, and our mouths collide once again.

I part my lips in order to let his tongue enter, letting him lick my mouth deliciously. When he's done, his mouth drops down to my neck, licking across the red and purple dome shapes.

My eyes roll to the back of my head when he reaches my tits, and my hardened nipples. His kisses shoot down to my aching pussy, and I can't help myself. I touch myself through the dress, finally feeling some relief.

"You're making this so hard..." Toto murmurs beneath his breath as I part my legs, longing for more stimulation. The combination of Toto's tongue on my chest and me playing with myself brings my release closer.

"Let me help you..." I hear Toto mutter as he gets on his knees, pulling on my dress. "Gonna take this off, okay?" he asks.

Toto leans down to kiss every single inch of skin laid bare, and I gasp at the feeling of him creeping closer to my core.

"Oh my god..." I moan as Toto brushes over my mound, and I can't control myself, instinctively arching into his light touch. My hand shoots down to my clothed pussy once the dress is off, and I can feel the wet spot where I'm starting to seep through.

Toto pauses, and looks down on my small figure. "Baby, so gorgeous." He says as his large hands brush over my shoulders, my tits and down to my stomach. He tosses the dress across the room with little care, bends down to me, and takes my nipple into his mouth. I coo out loud as his tongue circulates around it. With time, he grows bolder and gives it a small nibble. The pleasure mixed with pain startled me, but the sensation was very much welcome.

My hand springs down to my pussy again, and I instantly feel myself coming closer to the edge again.

"Let me hear you..." Toto whispers, coaxing me to let him know how good he makes me feel.

The thought of me moaning and whimpering to a man I met yesterday just doesn't sit right with me, and a wave of shyness washes over me. My cheeks redden and I break eye contact. Toto must have noticed because he's instantly by my side, providing much-needed comfort.

I hide my face in my hands, way too embarrassed to show my face. Toto shushes me while he tugs on my hands, revealing my face again, and I nervously giggle. "No need to do anything you don't want to. I'm merely your guide." He says.

"I know." I confirm.

"Now, where were we?" He says, hungrily gazing over my full tits, and diving in. His hand rests on the inside of my thigh, drawing pretty little figures on my skin, as I continue to pleasure myself.

And it doesn't take long until I'm close again, and I let out a small whimper, knowing that I'd get to cum tonight, even if it was by my own hand, and with Toto's help, of course.

"Good girl, such a pretty noise." Toto praises me.

"Mhm..." Is all I manage to answer, as I creep closer and closer to my release. "I- Coming!" I try to moan out, although I'm sure it all came out as incoherent blabber, as I tumble over the edge. Toto listens, but doesn't stop as I'm convulsing under him, pulling on his hair and squeezing his hand.

"Wow, schatz, you did so well." Toto comments.

"Did I?" I answer, still heaving heavily.

"Yes. I'm so proud of you."

As the night creeps in, we fall into a peaceful slumber, both of us comfortable with the thought of this only being the beginning.

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Unexpected Love part 2

Summary:

Things weren't meant to turn out this way.

I had everything thought out perfectly. My life was perfect. And then Toto came and wrecked everything.

I can feel myself becoming more bewildered and hopeless with every passing second.

I look at the stick in my hands again and confirm my worst nightmare. Two faint lines. Just like the one I took before. And the one before that. It was truly happening.

I can barely breathe as I slide down on the floor, with my knees tucked under my chin.

Tears run down my cheeks as I sob my heart out.

This is the second part of Unexpected Love, a series about Y/N, who falls in love with Toto Wolff, the CEO of the Mercedes AMG Petronas Formula 1 team. Follow along on her journey, as she experiences love and desire for the first time in her life. ps. This series contains sexual themes, and may not be fitting for younger individuals.

Warnings: Major age gap, fluff

Word count: 1.8k

"Are you done soon?" Vanessa yells from the toilet. She was growing impatient with me, as I couldn't decide on an outfit.

"Will you help me, please?" I yell back. She sighs, and I hear light footsteps coming my way.

"You look great, no need to change anything." Vanessa shrugs and walks off again to finish her simple makeup routine.

"Are you sure?" I ask, just to make sure.

"Yes, Y/N." She says, with a prolonged "e".

I turn to look at myself in the mirror. Would Toto like this, or should I wear the Mercedes T-shirt he gifted me? Damn, I wasn't sure.

"I'm leaving without you if you don't come right away." Vanessa sharply says. "Toto will go crazy for you, trust me on this." She says, giving me a playful wink.

"Stop!" I laugh at her, as we run out of the room and out to the elevators, surely turning some heads, but we couldn't care less. That was me and Vanessa in a nutshell, we were both sassy and playful souls.

When the lift dings and the doors open, I stop. It was as if he were waiting for me in the elevator, with a briefcase in his hand.

"Good morning, Y/N! Vanessa... good morning." He greets us as we hurriedly step into the elevator.

"Sleep well?" He asks. I didn't dare to look at him, suddenly feeling a little shy, but I saw him looking at me through the mirror in front of me.

"I did, thank you." I finally get out of myself. "What about you?" I ask, with a little more confidence.

"I can't sleep around here. The time difference messes with my head. But I managed to get a few hours of sleep." Toto admits.

"I'm glad you got some rest at least." I smile up at him as he smiles back. I get lost in his deep brown eyes, and his wide smile fades as he desperately tries to find his way out of my soft gaze.

"Beep, beep, world to Y/N and Toto!" Vanessa laughs at us.

Her comment snaps both of us back to reality, and my attention turns to my own reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were bright red, and Vanessa seemed amused by the situation as she kept laughing.

The elevator dings, and Vanessa walks out before us, "Come on, lovebirds!" She giggles as my cheeks redden even more.

"Shh, Vanessa!" I try to silence her. Toto walks behind us all the way to the breakfast buffet and seats himself with some of the Mercedes staff.

"Vanessa, Y/N, come sit with us!" He yells and waves to us as I clumsily scoop scrambled eggs onto my plate.

"Coming!" Vanessa yells back without tearing her eyes from the buffet. "I'm starving..." She sighs.

"Fucking real." I sigh back, as we both smile down at our plates. Our bond was strong, it always had been, and sometimes it felt like Vanessa was more of a sister to me.

As we walk towards the table where Toto and his entourage are seated, I catch Toto looking at me multiple times, as if I were his prey and he was waiting for the perfect opportunity to make a lethal move.

"Y/N, why don't you sit here?" Toto suggests, pointing to the seat next to him. I suddenly feel unsure again and look over at Vanessa for help.

She smiles, gives me a tiny nudge to move, and seats herself across from me. As I sit down, and greet everyone around the table, I feel a little more at ease.

"How are you liking the weekend so far?" One of the mechanics asks.

"I'm enjoying it so far; I wasn't really a motorsport fan before, but Vanessa and Toto are doing a good job of reeling me in!" I giggle, making the group laugh.

"I've only told you about the magic of the sport, but you have yet to see it." Toto chips in, giving me a cheeky smile.

The rest of the breakfast passes by in no time, and as we are walking out of the canteen, Toto turns to me and Vanessa.

"Do you need a ride?" He asks, fidgeting with the handle of his briefcase.

"That would be most helpful, actually." I smile up at him. "Thank you." I add.

"Of course. Are you ready to leave?"

"Yes?" I say, with a hint of uncertainty, looking over at Vanessa.

"What? I'm walking with the others." She says.

"Huh?" I quickly chip in, but Vanessa leaves no time for me to even react, as she walks off, winking my way.

"Guess it's just us." Toto exhales.

"I guess so, yeah." I smile as we watch the group walk off.

"Thank you once again for last night." Toto beams down at me.

"I had a really good time, Toto." I add. I can feel myself losing control and falling for this man with every second that passes. And for a moment, we are the only ones in the world, a world where there's no suffering, nor hate. A world that only consists of love.

When Toto escapes my piercing eyes, he clears his throat. "We need to go, I don't want to be late." He finally says, looking down at his wristwatch.

"We should probably go then." I say as we walk out to the parking lot.

"I have a little surprise for you." Toto says as he steers off to the track.

"Oh god, what is it?" I ask, not sure of what to expect.

"I've upgraded your tickets." He says as he hands me the tickets. "That means that you will be able to sit with us in the garage if you want to."

"This is too much, Toto..." I say as I grab the paddock pass tickets.

"Hush, Y/N. I just want to make sure you are comfortable and happy during your stay here."

His comment made me blush. Did he really care that much about me already?

When we arrive at the track, Toto helps me out of the car, and guides me to the garage while he explains the plan for the day. "This is your spot. You can stay here for as long as you want to."

I sit down, following the mechanics as they make some final adjustments to the cars.

"Y/N, I presume?" I hear a voice behind me.

"Yes?" I say, surely looking dumbfounded.

"Sorry, I'm George, one of the drivers."

"Oh, of course." I say, instantly blushing. George had a charismatic smile and the thickest english accent.

"I just wanted to say hi, see you around I hope." George says as he walks off.

I follow FP3 intently, hoping Mercedes will come out on top. My eyes alternate between the screens and Toto. And at times, I noticed him looking my way, too. When the cars pit, I see Vanessa, and I'm unable to explain how proud I was and still am of her. She's working so hard to accomplish her dream of becoming a mechanic for Mercedes.

I didn't have a similar goal in life. I knew what I wanted to be, and I knew what I wanted to do, but I had always felt that there was something missing. I was still searching for that last piece to my jigsaw puzzle.

As I'm lost in my daydreams again, per usual, I'm quite a daydreamer, I fail to notice Toto appearing next to me.

"Y/N? You okay?" He says.

"Uhh, what? Yes... Yes, I am. Sorry." I ramble.

"You were lost for a moment there. Is something bothering you?" He asks, with a hint of worry in his voice.

"No, I'm fine." I try to sound as confident as possible, failing miserably.

"Hm... Late lunch?"

I was hungry at this point, and so was everyone else, as they dashed to the hospitality section for a meal of the savoury buffet that was provided.

"Ladies first." Toto says, placing his hand on my back and steering me to the salad buffet. The selection was impressive, I have to say. I settled on potato salad and roast beef.

"Good choice." Vanessa says as she sits down across from me, pointing to my plate.

"Thank you. How is your day so far?"

"Eventful, to say the least!" She exclaims, loud enough for the whole grid to hear.

As we eat our lunch and catch up on our day, I can't help but wonder where Toto was.

"You done?" Vanessa asks as she wipes her mouth.

"Yes, let's go."

As we are walking off, one of the managers appears out of nowhere, "Y/N, Toto wants to see you."

"What, right now?" I ask, somewhat baffled.

"Yes, I'll escort you to his room."

As we walk up the countless stairs and corridors, my thoughts are reeling. Was he mad at me? Was he fed up with me already?

"Toto is waiting for you." The lady says, holding the door up for me. I slowly walk past her, somewhat cautiously, and look around the room. It was light and simple. A desk in the middle of the small room, and two desk chairs on each side.

"Toto?" I say, announcing my presence, receiving no answer. I walk further into the room, looking out through the window, admiring the view of the paddock.

"Y/N." I hear a familiar voice say, making me gasp, and I turn around to see Toto closing the door.

"Shit, Toto! You scared me. Were you hiding behind the door?" I ask.

"Mhm..." Toto nods while closing the shutters.

I gulp, "What are we doing?" I wonder, already feeling out of breath and nervous.

"Shhh..." Toto shushes me, and walks up to me. "You're here..." He starts as he pulls me closer, "because I want you to join me tonight."

My eyes are glued to his dark eyes. "Where?" I ask.

"To a gala. I'm not going alone." Toto says as he raises his eyebrows.

I had no idea what to say. First off, I had nothing to wear, second, I had never been to a gala before, third, I wasn't cut out for something like this. "I-I-I can't, Toto."

"What do you mean?" He almost swears out, looking absolutely deflated.

"I don't have anything to wear."

"Oh, Darling... Easily fixed." He comments as he takes out his wallet. The money he was stashing in there was carefully folded, and the number of cards was unreasonable. "Take this." He says, handing me the card. I'm standing there, absolutely out of it, still staring into his eyes. His sweet grin is what pulls me away from his brown eyes and brings me back to reality.

"Sorry, what?" I ask, feeling dumb.

"Take this and buy something pretty for tonight." He says, still holding the card in front of me.

"Are you insane?" I can't help my tone, but Toto doesn't even flinch. He was serious. He sighs and carefully places the card in my hand.

"The gala starts at 7, make sure to be ready before that." He concludes as he walks out of the room.

I look as he disappears out of sight, and my eyes drop to the black card in my hand. "Shit..." I whisper to myself as I walk back to the garage.

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Unexpected Love part 1

Summary:

Things weren't meant to turn out this way.

I had everything thought out perfectly. My life was perfect. And then Toto came and wrecked everything.

I can feel myself becoming more bewildered and hopeless with every passing second.

I look at the stick in my hands again and confirm my worst nightmare. Two faint lines. Just like the one I took before. And the one before that. It was truly happening.

I can barely breathe as I slide down on the floor, with my knees tucked under my chin.

Tears run down my cheeks as I sob my heart out.

This is the first part of Unexpected Love, a series about Y/N, who falls in love with Toto Wolff, the CEO of Mercedes AMG Petronas Formula 1 team. Follow along on her journey, as she experiences love and desire for the first time in her life. ps. This series contains sexual themes, and may not be fitting for younger individuals.

Writers comment: I'm working on the requests you've sent me dw <3

Warnings: Major age gap and fluff

Word count: 2,9k

"Come on, Y/N, it'll be fun!" My best friend, Vanessa, laughs while yapping away about the Australian Grand Prix that will be held next week. We sit on her bed in her studio apartment, surrounded by books about engineering and car design. We were both students, both in uni, working on our theses.

"How to build a car?" I ask, holding the book up, looking at her with a charming smile. "It's written by one of the best car designers of all time, Y/N!" She laughs. "Adrian Newey..." I whisper to myself, getting more and more fascinated by the elegance and beauty of the sport.

You see, Vanessa had gotten an internship at Mercedes a year ago as a trainee mechanic, and had been pestering me about the sport and how I needed to join her for a race weekend ever since.

"I'll pay for your tickets, as long as you join, please just come with me!" She practically begs. "I've heard there are handsome dudes at the races." She looks up from her notebook and winks.

"Alright, sold!" I say in an instant, surprising myself and her. "I mean, I won't go because of the men but rather because I love you so much." In my friend group, I was the one with the least experience, and I was okay with that; it seemed like everyone else had an issue with it. I was known for being proper and shy, and I guess that made me unattractive. I didn't really mind being single, though. I actually quite enjoyed it.

"Will you really?!" She asks, not sure if I was serious or not. "As long as you pay my tickets, then yes." I smile at her.

Vanessa, being the funniest, sassiest, most outgoing person I know of, starts jumping up and down on her bed in what I can only assume is happiness, making her books and I jump along with her. "Yay!" She yells. "Melbourne, here we come!"

And just like that, I had tickets to the Melbourne Grand Prix, the first race of the season. I had to admit, I was nervous. I didn't like flying that much, and I wasn't the biggest fan of large crowds either. It seemed like I had a lot of things against me. I had been wondering what to wear ever since I agreed to go, and as I was a poor student, I couldn't afford anything expensive. My friend knew of this and assured me that one of my cute sundresses and a cardigan would suffice. So, here I was in a yellow sundress, hoping to fit in.

Friday was the first real racing day. Stakes were high, the sun was warm, but not scorching, and the city was filled with expectant people. I'm busy reading the info pamphlet as we walk to the track, with my friend excitedly babbling away about her schedule.

"Here are your tickets. Keep them on you at all times. Don't lose them!" Vanessa smiles as she slides the link with the tickets over my head and runs off to the garage to get ready for practice.

I spent the next 10 hours walking around, feeling totally lost and misplaced. I even thought about leaving early and walking back to the hotel. I knew how Vanessa would react though, she would be heartbroken. I let out a sigh of relief when I got a text from Vanessa, telling me to meet up with her near the gates. When I say I ran, I'm not exaggerating.

"Hello, darling!" She says as I hug her tightly. "How was your day?" She asks.

"It was okay." I simply state and sigh. She instantly stopped and looked at me, sensing that I wasn't enjoying my time. "Y/N, let me introduce you to someone." She blurts out and drags me along with her at a quick pace.

"Hi guys, this is my plus one, Y/N." My friend chuckles and introduces me to her colleagues, judging by their Mercedes clothing. I can't help but gaze down and feel out of place.

"Hello, Y/N, nice to meet you! Welcome to Australia!" One of the men opposite me says and offers me his hand. I look up at him, giving him a faint smile and shaking his hand. He had a kind smile and deep brown eyes that smiled down at me.

"H-Hi." I manage to blurt out as he gently lets my hand go from his firm handshake.

"How are you liking the weekend so far?" The man asks.

I look up at him, with the others looking excited to hear my opinion.

"Well..." I start. "She doesn't like it so far." My friend fills in, and to be honest, she wasn't lying. She knew me better than anyone and she definitely knew I wasn't enjoying myself without even asking.

"In that case, I think it's best if she joins us in the garage for a tour, don't you think?" The man says.

I frankly had no idea what to expect, but I humbly accepted, and parted with the rest of the group, and followed my friend and the mysterious man to the garage.

"Tadaa! This is our garage in all its glory!" My friend says as she dances around, making sure not to touch the cars or the equipment. As she dances around by herself, humming some song that was popular at the time, I walk around looking at the cars, absorbing every detail about them.

"You, Y/N need something to fit in." The man starts. "What about..." He says as he searches the lockers. "This?" He says, and hands me a Mercedes T-shirt. He even got my size right.

I look at him and accept his gift. "Thank you! This is too kind of you."

"No, Y/N, this is the least I can do." He chuckles as we watch as Vanessa hums and attempts a waltz.

The silence was palpable, except for Vanessa of course, and I started to panic, not knowing what to say as we leaned against the cupboards, standing next to each other.

"Ummm..." I start. "We should probably-"

"I'm Toto, by the way. I never told you my name." Toto says.

"Toto..." I say to myself as I look up at him. I couldn't part from his piercing gaze, and for a moment, we were stuck in each other's eyes.

"Y/N, boss, earth calling?!" Vanessa chuckles, cruelly returning us to reality. Even as Vanessa is yapping away, I feel Toto's gaze burning my skin.

"Wait... Boss?" I think, but the words happen to slip out. My eyes move between them, having more questions than answers.

"You didn't know?" Vanessa asks. "Toto is the CEO and team principal of Mercedes."

"That's right." Toto nods his head and smiles.

"What the actual..." I say in complete disbelief. Toto and Vanessa look at each other and smile, as I'm left gaping at them.

"I-I..." I say, as I look at the Mercedes T-shirt and Toto with shocked eyes, and he seems to notice. "I know, it's probably a lot to take in."

"Anyways, I'm going back to the hotel. Are you coming, Y/N?" Vanessa says as she walks out into the chill Aussie air, and I start following her.

"I should probably make sure that Y/N gets something to eat. If you want to, of course." Toto says as he moves in front of me, and looks down at me with those dark eyes of his. Usually, I wouldn't go out with a man I had met not even an hour ago, but something about Toto just lured me in.

"That is so kind, Toto, but-"

"Of course you're going!" Vanessa cuts me off and leaves me looking at her with a questioning look.

"Okay, guess I'm going..." I say, holding my hands up in defeat.

"Are you ready to go right now?" Toto asks, and I nervously nod as an answer.

"Have fun." Vanessa whispers in my ear as we walk out of the garage.

"I won't be long." I assure her.

"Sure thing..." She laughs to herself, and walks off, leaving me and Toto alone. As we walk towards the parking, I can't help feeling nervous about the whole situation. I'm about to have dinner with a CEO twice as old as me. What am I thinking?!

"I can tell you're nervous Y/N. You don't need to be." Toto stops and looks down at me with that gorgeous smile of his. "I'm just taking you out to dinner."

And he's right; it's only dinner. Nothing more, nothing less. Deep breaths.

I wasn't exactly surprised when he guided me into a Mercedes. That felt like a given at this point. This man was the brand itself.

As we got to know each other, I realise that he was quite enjoyable, despite our differences.

"I'd guess that you're... In your twenties?"

"You would be correct, sir." I giggle. "Now, my turn. My guess is that you're in your fifties." I say, scanning him for his reaction.

His face was blank for a moment before finally speaking. "My god, Y/N, you are so accurate! Do I look old?" He asks.

"Not exactly." I chuckle. "But you don't look twenty either."

Toto sighs. "Fair enough. I'm not senile, though."

"Touché." I say, as we sit in comfortable silence.

I'm almost dozing off when I'm awakened by Toto's loud ring tone. "Sorry for waking you up..." He mutters as he answers.

"I wasn't... Asleep." I say as I heard a voice on the phone which didn't sound too happy, and I started wondering if his wife was angry with him for taking me out for dinner. "I'm not having this conversation now, Susie." He says, surprisingly calmly, before switching to German. As the call ended, which felt like an eternity later, the air felt tense, and Toto looked as if he was ready to snap.

"I-I'm sorry if I got you in trouble." I finally break the silence. I'm ready to break down crying, fearing that I had ruined a perfectly good relationship.

"What? No, no Y/N! You haven't done anything wrong." He says as he grabs my hand reassuringly. "That was my soon-to-be ex-wife, Susie." He spat the last part out.

"You're married?!" I panic.

"Was." He clarifies, holding his finger up. "Trust me, Susie and I are not on good terms." Toto says, tearing his eyes from the road to scan me for any uncertainty.

Our gazes meet for what feels like forever, and he gives me a reassuring smile. What I felt at that moment cannot be described with words. Was I already falling for this man?

"We're here." He interrupts my racing thoughts. I audibly gasp as we turn onto a road to a vineyard and as I watch the rows of plantations., Toto turns to me, smiling to himself. "Never been to a vineyard before?" He asks as I take in the beauty of the endless hills and plantations.

"Never." I say in awe. "It's beautiful out here..."

"I'm glad you like it." Toto says as he parks the car and helps me out. As we make our way towards the building on the hill, which Toto told me was the restaurant, I can't help wondering what exactly brought me here. I had a feeling that I'd have to thank Vanessa at the end of the night.

"Are you okay?" Toto asks while we slowly walk towards our destination, and I quickly nod as an answer, giving him a wide smile.

"Good. I hope you like Italian food." He chuckles.

"I love Italian food actually, it's my favourite cuisine." I admit.

The restaurant was almost empty as we walked in, and we were escorted to a small booth where we could sit alone. "Order whatever you want; it's on me." Toto says as he studies the menu.

As soon as I heard that, my eyes spring up to the man sat beside me. "You don't have to do that, Toto... I can pay for myself."

Toto doesn't look at me when he continues, "Shush, Y/N, I was the one inviting you out for dinner. I will be the one paying." He says, as he calls the waiter over.

"A mushroom risotto for me please... And for the lady?" Their heads turn and all of a sudden, the attention was on me.

"Umm..." I'm left panicking, unable to read, or breathe for that matter. "I-I'll have the same thing." I announce, making the waiter nod and walk off.

As the day turns to night, Toto and I keep talking, getting to know each other.

"And so, that's how I became team principal." Toto finishes off his story.

"Wow, you've seen a lot through the years." I smile to myself while sipping on the red wine Toto had insisted he'd get for me. The price tag, I feared, was juicy.

"Here you go, two mushroom risottos." The waiter announced as he carried the two plates our way.

"Thank you!" We said at the same time.

I could feel myself getting tipsy and more relaxed as the evening progressed and Toto for sure noticed. The fact that I was enjoying my time made him relax too, making our conversation more easy-going. I have to admit, I was really enjoying myself.

"Are you ready to leave? I'm sure Vanessa will alert the authorities if I keep you for much longer." Toto looks down at his clock and sighs. "We've been here for a little over 3 hours."

"Sure thing." I say as we get up. As he had already promised, he paid the bill, much to my dismay.

On our way down the hill, we walk a little closer than we did before, close enough to touch hands, close enough to feel the heat radiating of each others bodies.

"I've had the best evening." Toto starts, "I haven't had this fun in a long time."

"I feel the same way." I smile up at him, and stop in my tracks, taking the grace of him in. He turns around, surely wondering why I stopped.

At that moment, I have no idea what got into me, but I clap his arm, and run towards his car. "You're it!" I yell.

I run down the hill playfully, with Toto in close tow, as I snort with laughter. When he gets close enough, he lifts me up and slows down, carrying me on his shoulder all the way to his car.

"Toto! Let me down!" I protest.

"You little riot!" He laughs as he walks up to the car, while letting me down carefully. "Now, back to the hotel? We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

"Yes, please." I reply, smiling up at him, earning a smile back from him as he helps me into the car.

The journey back to the hotel was blissfully silent, and it felt as if no words were required, as if everything was said in our minds.

"And we're here." Toto says as he approaches our hotel and stops at the entrance. "Let me take you back to your room." He says as he guides me to the lifts.

"I will find my way back to my room, Toto." I try to protest, not wanting to be an inconvenience to him.

"I'm sure you will, Y/N, but I want to make sure." He says as we enter the lift. As the doors close, Toto approaches. He was terrifying in this close proximity, and I automatically tense up.

"Shhh..." Toto shushes me. "No need to be scared, Y/N."

I won't lie, his words didn't exactly calm me down, but on the contrary, his closeness made me feel safe, and I didn't have the strength to move away. Something about him just reeled me in, fast, and I bet Toto noticed how my breathing became faster.

Faster than I would've preferred, the elevator stopped and we step out. "I enjoy your company, we should do this again." Toto admits as we slowly walk along the corridor. "I agree, Toto. I really enjoyed this, just let me know when you want to do it again."

"How am I going to do that if I don't have your number?" He asks.

"Smooth, Mr. Wolff." I say, earning a shrug from him, as I dig through my bag for a pen. "Here!" I hold the ballpoint pen up in the air like a prized possession as Toto giggles at my antics. "Hand, please." I ask, and Toto willingly offers me his hand. With a certain level of clumsiness, I manage to write my number in his hand.

"This is it, 303, my room." I announce. The silence that follows is awkward, and none of us seem to know what to say.

"I..." I start. "I've had a good time tonight." I say as I smile up at him.

"Likewise." Toto says while taking my hand and giving it a light squeeze. "See you soon, sunshine." He nods at me as I close the door behind me, letting out a heavy sigh, finally getting to relax.

"Hello, sunshine." Vanessa announces as I close the door.

"Vanessa? What the fuck-"

"You've been gone for hours, now tell me everything. How did it go?"

"Okay, you won't believe it..." I say, and as the night progressed, Vanessa questioned me about our dinner, and I readily provided every detail. Vanessa probably had no idea her boss had such a tender side, and I considered myself fortunate to have witnessed it myself.

We both fell asleep, worn out and exhausted. As I stare up at the roof, Vanessa is already snoring beside me, and I can't help but wonder what Toto is doing at this exact time. Was he thinking about me, or was he looking for his next fling? One never knows, but I fell asleep pleased and content, with one question in mind: when will he contact me again?

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WHO IS THIS DIVAAAA

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Just finished a SSO x F1 themed painting that I thought I’d share. Made on krita… For those wondering.

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When reader sends the F1 drivers a spicy picture

ft. Lewis Hamilton, Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Carlos Sainz

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Thank you for the tag, @grogwrites <3

Last Song I Listened To:

Crooked Young by Bring Me The Horizon

Currently Watching:

I recently rewatched the 2016 F1 season and the Harry Potter movies

Sweet/Savory/Spice:

100% sweet tooth. My Finnish stomach can't handle spice lmao...

Relationship Status:

Taken for 8 years and engaged for 5!

Current Obsession:

F1, obviously, especially both reading and writing F1 fics. Another obsession is probably painting, I'm making my sisters a couple of small paintings each for Christmas.

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I refuse to tag anyone lol

Tag

Thanks @zolica-ao3 for tagging me <3

Last song I listened to:

Get In the Water - Jorge Rivera Herran (EPIC the Musical)

Currently watching:

Glee, season 4, it's my annual rewatch

Sweet/savory/spice:

sweet ! I'm such a sweet tooth girly. I would have loved to like spice but my autistic self decided on the contrary

Relationship status:

Might end up with 60 cats

Current obsession:

My landoscar advent calendar :) It's on my mind 24/7 I swear

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Let Me Take Care Of You- Max Verstappen headcanon

A/N: It feels like I haven't written smut for weeks so here you go, finally some fucking smutty content!

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, creampie

Just like many times before, your legs were hoisted on Max's shoulders, folding you in half while he pumped into your deepest crevices.

"Let me take care of you..." He coos while his lips brush over your ear. The feeling of his tip against your cervix makes you ramble out incoherent words.

"Please Max, need you so bad." You sob between your desperate moans. Talking was strenuous but you needed him to know how good he made you feel.

"Look so good under me like this." He says as his hands wander over your tits, down to your stomach.

His hand gently presses down on your lower stomach and the pleasure you feel is doubled, making you yelp from the sudden ecstasy. "Shhhh, you're okay, does that feel good?" He asks, making you frantically nod.

Max loses himself in your beauty once you open your eyes and look up at him. He stills in you and takes a moment to take you in. "So beautiful, mijn schat."

His eyes land on your legs and what is between them. The moan he lets out when he sees where you're connected is almost pornographic.

He lets his hand slide down to your clit, rubbing it with his thumb. The sensation of him in you and on you is almost too much to take all at once.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel another orgasm building up quicker than you can even comprehend.

"Cum for me, liefje." He demands. And you do, you'd lost count of how many times you had cummed at this point.

You feel yourself tumbling over the edge, and falling into a black hole without space, air or time.

You feel yourself crumbling under him, seeing stars and convulsing.

Choking, gasping for air.

Time stood still.

His wandering hands feel like fire on your skin. You're a raging wildfire together, unstoppable. You're aware of his every touch.

"My god, schat, feel so good, you milking my cock like this." He peppers you with praise as you begin to come down from your high, and you stabilize your convulsing body by holding onto his shoulders.

He keeps pumping in and out of you at a slow pace, and you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer, locking your feet behind his back.

"I'm close..." He leans in and whispers.

"Please cum in me, Maxie..." You beg.

His gaze is filled with love, searing into you.

He rocks himself into you at a quickening pace, and you swear you can feel him twitching, indicating that he's close.

With a loud moan, he claims your mouth, not parting even as he's pumping into you.

"Want my cum, sweetheart?" He says as his raspy voice places kisses along your cheekbones and jaw.

"Please, please, please..." You ramble.

Not soon after, Max stills, filling you to the brim with his release. The feeling of him painting your insides with his cum makes you clench around his cock, and you feel him twitch from the sudden tightness.

As you both come down from your highs, you breathe each other, still connected.

"You're a remarkable woman, Y/N."

"You're not too shabby yourself, Verstappen."

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Max is gonna be a dad!!!

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THE WAY THIS MAN TURNS ME ON BY JUST EXISTING IS UNFAIR AS FUCK

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Make You Mine

Summary: CEO!Fernando has had a secret crush on Y/N since she started working for him as an assistant. He finally makes the move to make her his.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, age gap but not specified.

Word count: 3,3k

Y/N. My Y/N, my yearning and desire.

Absolutely divine.

I felt sick by my love for her, so much so that my pants felt tighter by the minute.

How could it be, that she, sets me into flames?

This wasn't supposed to happen, and yet, here we were.

Y/N completely overshadowed every woman I had ever been with. That was how she was... A ray of sunshine. She could make me laugh without even trying, and, dare I say it, had the ability to drive me mad with hunger.

Now, I want you to envision this; dark wooden floor with crisp white walls, a window view outside and a perfect view of my love on the other side of the glass wall, a Persian rug, a wooden desk in mahogany, an over-prized desk chair, a black leather sofa on the side of the room with a table in front, and a shelf with memorabilia and knick-knacks. Welcome to my office, in all its glory.

Her smaller desk was placed outside of my office with a perfect view of me, or of her, in my case.

As she always does, she takes note of everything about me, and when I stand up from my desk, she walks into my room, I can only assume she had noticed my absent-mindedness through the glass windows as I stood looking out into the periphery.

"Nando? Are you ok?" She asks while closing the door behind her, with that adorable smile of hers, innocent as a child. And without a warning in advance, she leaps into my arms, like a gazelle, entangling her fingers with my locks.

This had been going on for a while. Stolen gazes, touches and words that I would regret saying after saying them.

I can't help looking at her perfectly shaped face, framed by her hair. My eyes wander down along her body, and she must have noticed my distracted gaze, and leans back, exposing her clothed chest, giggling as I feel my limbs going numb.

What is it with her that almost brings me to tears? You know, the kind of tears that only lovers drop. The night before, I had been lying in bed, with fantasies about her in my head. I tried to come up with a plan on how to seduce her, and finally, be close with my love, her, that is.

I walk with her in my arms to the sofa, and carefully let her down on the couch, with me following.

I knew that what we had was special, and I prayed to the gods above that she felt the same way, and finally, she was in my arms, willingly, may I add. Maybe my prayers were answered, after all.

The things I wanted to do to her, I'm not going to describe here and now, I'll leave that to you.

As we sat on my sofa, her parted lips and glimmering eyes were 10 centimetres from my face, at most. I felt her warm body against mine and I couldn't help shuddering feverishly while moving a strand of hair behind her ear.

I hear her cords vibrating a barely audible chuckle out of her. "Now what, Nando?" She asked, and I still couldn't make out if her expression meant she was curious or nervous. After all, nervousness and feeling curious goes hand in hand, it's in our nature, but it seems to be exceptionally strong when it comes to her.

What I did notice though, was that adorable smile of hers, impatiently waiting for an answer. "Hmmm, what now, Y/N. What do you want?" I countered, the words were meant to come out teasingly but they rather came out as a barely touchable tingle.

"No, no, Nando. (Dios mio, if she used that nickname again, I would surely implode from lust. Anyway, back to the story...) That's not how this works. What do you want?" She asked, and this time, I could tell she was genuinely curious.

It was her job as my assistant. To help, serve, and guide. I wasn't surprised that she said what she said. On the contrary. This was Y/N in a nutshell, to be selfless, always putting herself last. Honestly, it killed me, to see her neglected like this.

I slowly slide my thumb along her cheek, supporting her face against my hand. I have to admit, I was a little worried that she'd pull away and run off. Maybe, if I rushed things, I would never see her again.

"Just... This." I say, with newfound confidence. And with that, I place a light kiss on her cheek. I swear I could feel her pressing herself against me as she sat neatly in my knee.

But quicker than I could possibly even react, she was out of my hands, once again. Skipping away, with that smile, god that smile... It wasn't just her beautiful mouth, it was her whole face that beamed at me. I sincerely hope that I wasn't just imagining things because I'm convinced that the realisation of her being like this to everyone would kill me.

The devil himself must've realised that I needed her in order to ease the pain if he wanted to keep me as his toy, and gave me her as a reward. Her doing this was cruel, and I would feel seasick with wrath as I looked into her stormy and wild, and yet so calm and kind eyes.

My romantic soul is swelling with love as I see her sit down at her desk outside my office. She sat there, pouting her lips as she talked on the phone, chewing on her nails in boredom, a bad habit of hers that I noticed the first day of her working here, and the glances she would give me whenever she felt like it.

Around lunch, I had enough. "Y/N, would you mind coming in here for a second?" I ask urgently while I close the blinds. Her dimples that appeared when I said those words made me even more confident in my choice. "Please, sit."

And she does, without question, like a good girl. She looks around the room, scanning my expression as I place myself on the other end of the sofa. She finds today's paper and starts turning the pages in hopes of finding something to show me. Shamelessly, she lifts her legs and effortlessly, places them over my legs. Her knees were grinding impatiently against themselves as she read the articles, sometimes aloud, and I pretended to be interested but in reality, there was nothing that I wanted more than to destroy her.

I was in a haze of lust, on the brink of madness. We were deliciously and wonderfully alone, no one would notice if I took her right now, but I had to refrain from the overwhelming lust.

As a Dobermann, I guarded her, making sure she didn't escape or get abducted by her... I mean our, colleagues.

"I want you to have dinner with me tonight." I said with a rushed tone while she still read the paper, holding it close to her face and squinting her eyes. It didn't seem like she heard me at first, but when her eyes widened and her head turned to look at me, I got the confirmation I needed, she had definitively heard me.

"It's a free country, what if I refuse?" She teases.

"Come on, I know you won't."

"Hmmm, you're right."

My member was already twitching beneath her legs, and with every move she made it all worse, and I had to disguise my grunts as a headache.

"Good. I'll pick you up at...?" I question her.

She considers my question carefully, calculating how long she needs to get ready... For me. "I'll be ready at 7. Aren't you gonna ask where I live?" She asks.

"No need, I already know." I reassure her.

She gives me a faint smile, and nervously fidgets with her fingers. It is impossible to not notice, and feel sorry for her. I observe her as all of her emotions are painted on her perfect face. Poor, innocent Y/N, she was really struggling to make out what this meant. I, on the other hand, had already made out a plan.

As the workday came to an end, thank god, I walked out of my room and said my goodbyes to her, and made sure we understood each other. Tonight, at 7, I would pick her up for dinner. "Oh, no need to dress up, I certainly won't." I concluded our conversation.

When I got home, I sat down on my spacious sofa, thinking of my actions, slightly panicking. What the fuck had I done? I asked my assistant for what was a date, essentially. If anyone found out about this, I would be banished from every company I knew of for life, I thought to myself.

A cold shower later, and I walked up to my closet to find something to wear. Now this was a hard task. I had to look presentable, like I made an effort to look good, but casual. After all, I told her to not dress up. A white tee and dress pants paired with a blazer would suffice.

I would consider myself a very punctual person, and so I was tonight too. In my fog of thoughts, I had missed that the clock was already half past six, and I needed to get moving. I get out to the garage and look over the collection of cars. Which one would she prefer, is the question. I settle on the SUV Mercedes.

This beautiful creature. She didn't walk, she strutted forward to my car as I waited for her outside her apartment complex. The devils' resourcefulness showed as she was dressed in a black dress, and her hair flowed in the wind. I got a whiff of her delicious perfume and instantly felt that familiar feeling, the one that I would often feel whenever I was near her. Lust. And it drove me crazy with desire. I needed her, and I yearned for her love.

I walk up to her and give her the tightest of embraces without risking to hurt her. She rests her head against my beating chest and closes her eyes.

The way we stood could have turned some heads, but I saw no one in the vicinity. I felt cruel when I parted our hug. "You look great!" I smile down at her.

"Thanks!" She answers as I open the passenger door for her and help her in.

As I walk around the car, I follow how she's glancing at me, and with a tremor, I already regarded her as mine. And I would do anything to keep it that way. Truly, it was enough to make me feral with need.

"You okay?" She asks as I drive away from the mid-century apartment block.

"Why do you ask?" I chuckle nervously, while shifting in my seat. Her words came out with a teasing tone, which only spurred my desperation.

"I don't know, you seem... Different." She says, while nibbling on her little finger.

"I am different, I'm outside work, I'm free from obligations, Y/N." I say with a stern tone, and I swear, I didn't mean for it to come out that way, it just did. I glance at her, and she just nods to herself, with her arms crossed.

There is a moments silence, before she breaks the silence. "Where are we going, boss?"

Her use of that word makes me break out into laughter, and I turn to look at her again, and there she is, real and alive, laughing at me... With me. I would have blamed her if we drove off the road at that moment, because I had no concept of either time or space, as she was the only thing I saw. My beautiful Y/N. If she only knew how long I've waited for her.

The car ride came to an end quicker than I thought, somehow it seemed like time sped up whenever she was close. I had picked out one of my personal favourites, Traviata, a tiny greek restaurant owned by a dark haired lady called Iro. I had known Iro and her restaurant for years by this point, and me and her had gotten very acquainted.

I parked neatly outside and got out, as did she, much to my dismay. I would have insisted on opening the door for her but we were both starving, so I let it go, but only this time. I did get to open the door to the restaurant though, and I lead her inside. I take a look around the establishment, it was a relatively calm day, a couple of guests were seated near the windows, overlooking the city. Iro and her son instantly recognized me, and I walked up to them with my date in close tow and Iro, being the extraordinary woman that she is, instantly noticed that I wasn't alone.

"What is this, Alonso, a woman?" Iro asked with a smile, and placed a light kiss on each of my loves' cheeks while Alexander came up behind and placed his arm around me while sporting a cheeky smile. Were they seriously this surprised that I brought a girl out to dinner? Iro couldn't stop peppering her with praise either.

"About time he finds someone to spend the rest of his life with!" Iro exclaims while waving her arms in the air. "And have pretty babies!" Alexander adds to the embarrassment, and I can't help the redness spreading all over my face. "Y/N and I are here for dinner, can I have my usual booth please?"

Iro chuckles, "Of course." and leads us to our table. The booth was relatively hidden away from other guests, which was exactly what I wanted. Privacy, and away from lingering eyes.

"How did you find this place, Nando?" If she used that nickname again, I would shoot my load here and now. "It's not exactly..."

"Famous? I know, but Iro makes the most delicious food, I promise."

She gives me one of those smiles, the kind that would give me butterflies, and continues, "I trust you." She whispers as she creeps closer to my ear.

As the night progresses, we get more comfortable in each others presence, and her change in the way she looked at me was noticeable. She would cast me looks that would make my heart rate pick up, but now, her gaze could result in a fatal heart attack on my part.

"So, you done?" I ask, pointing to her almost empty plate, only a few green olives remained which she refused to eat. Apparently, she hated olives. I made a mental note of that.

She nods, "So, what now?" She asks teasingly, in her childish tone.

"What now..." I ask myself... Getting lost in her eyes, resting my face in my palms. When I come out of my haze, she is still there, beaming at me, not frightened by my lack of expression. "My place?" I say, without thinking of how my words must have come out to her.

She hums, concidering my proposition. "Sure, but I don't fuck on the first date." She quickly points out, holding her finger up to my face.

I hold my hands up in defeat, I never even concidered claiming her on the first date. In my wet dreams I might have taken her before we even made it to the first date, but in reality, I wanted to wait for things to develop. Even though the thought of her naked in my bed was tempting, I had to admit.

"Iro, bill please!" I wave my hand at her. When I'm done paying, much to her dramatic demonstrations; turns out, she insisted to pay for herself. I was better at insisting, though.

When we get into the car, we both sigh contently.

"You were right, Iro does make the best greek food around here!" She smiles.

"Best in the city." I start the car, and drive off.

I've already made a habit of opening her all doors, and so I do when we get back to my house.

"Wow." She whispers just high enough for me to hear. "I didn't know you lived like this." She says, looking up at me and back at the house. The building was more of a mansion, it was an old manor from the end of the 1800s. The manor overlooked a small lake and gazebo overlooking said lake, which conveniently also happened to come with the house when I bought it. But that's besides the point. She never knew just how wealthy or well off I was. The fact that I was the CEO of an internationally successful company must have given her some clues.

"Let's get you inside, it's getting chilly." I say with a caring tone.

She audibly gasps when we make it inside, admiring the grandness of my house. The marble floors of my hallway, or dark wooden floor in the kitchen. She walked ahead of me with a gape, which made me giggle. She didn't seem to notice though, no, she was busy exploring my home, like a burglar looking for a jackpot. "Right, here." I show her to the main living room, and escort her to the sofa. "Please, sit."

"Something to drink?" I ask as I walk to the bar.

"Depends on what you have to offer."

I look inside the mini fridge, "sparkling water, coke, sprite, dr pepper, white wine, red wine, rose..." and then I look under the bar, "and every alcoholic beverage you can think of." I smile, rather proudly, not that being an alcoholic is anything to be proud of.

She looks at me, with a questioning look on her face, as if she wasn't sure what she just heard. She quietly emits a "uh" before she speaks again. "A coke will do." She smiles, and gives me a reassuring nod.

I bend down to the mini fridge to get two cokes, one for her, and one for me, and I place myself next to her in the sofa.

Our gazes meet, and I in my naive and romantic soul, felt our love blooming. Childish and idiotic fantasies! I thought to myself, and got out of my thoughts, once again, to reality. The truth is, she did look at me with much adoration, almost to the point of thinking that what we had was special. I lean in slightly to catch a whiff of her perfume, and if a smell could be described in looks, her perfume would be a reincarnation of her... Perfect. Her scent was so angelic, I had to go in for a second whiff, and I felt my pants growing tighter as I did. I catch a glimpse of her and she is staring at me mischeviously while sipping on her bottled coca cola.

"Gray hair!" She exclaims and pulls it out, with a couple of strands of hair coming loose with her pinch. "Ow!" I retort, not that it made much difference to her adorable wit. She would easily do the same thing again.

Her giggles stop as soon as I grab her waist, pulling her body onto me. She stared at me, in all her glory, with the biggest eyes I had ever laid my eyes on. "Y/N..." I start, not knowing what to say next.

"Shhh, I know, Nando." She finishes.

And as if by a miracle, the gap closes, and our mouths clash into an explosive crescendo. My heart is clapping out of my chest, and I'm sure she felt my heartbeats all the way to my mouth.

The fact that she made me this nervous must mean that she's special. She is the one. My one and only.

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NO WAY MAX INVITED LANDO TO BE HIS TEAMMATE AT SOME POINT?!??!?!?

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Max. Please. Take me already.

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pleaseeeee the honeymooners with lewis were soooo good 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 you wrote him beautifully 😩😩😩 write more for him please im begging you

Since you asked very nicely, I will oblige <333

Saviour

Summary: You were supposed to walk home when you ran into a group of men. When Lewis sees what they do to you he can't let it slip.

Warnings: Sexual assault, fluff, Lewis being a sweetheart (is that even a warning?!)

Word count: 3,4k

Now, where do I start?

I was on my way home from a friend's house late one night, it must have been past midnight, me and my friend had a lot to catch up on and time slipped through our fingers. The night was uncommonly calm for a Saturday night in Monaco. I was slightly drunk, me and my friend had a couple of glasses of wine earlier, but I was still able to find my way home, or so I thought.

As I slowly walk along the streets of Monte Carlo, running into a few tourists here and there, them being way more intoxicated than me, at least they acted like it, smashing bottles into the sidewalk and talking loudly, I come to a stop at a red light.

I look around, there's not a single soul in sight. The only thing I hear is the familiar clicking sound of the traffic light. The air was chilly, I certainly wasn't dressed for the night with my short dress and blazer.

I click my high heels as I wait for what feels like forever for the light to change. I look around, but there's not a car in sight, what the hell am I waiting for?

As the light changed to green, thank fuck; I was freezing, I start walking along a small street filled with small artisan ice cream shops, cafées, and vendors. This street was usually filled with people, drinking their sangrias, mingling, and laughing, but now, I was the only one walking along it.

I can almost see my apartment building when I hear a whistle behind me, making me freeze in my tracks. I slowly turn around, only to see three of the drunk men I'd run into before.

"Where do you think you're going, loca?" One of the Spaniards asks. "We don't bite, you know." Another one chips in.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen, but I'd really want to get home now." I try to argue but to no avail. The men walk behind me, catching up quicker than I can react. I would run, but my high heels won't let me, and the wine certainly doesn't help either. "Stop, we just want to talk to you!" The third man yells.

When I feel a hand on my shoulder, I turn to see the three men looking over me with hungry eyes. They're conversing in what I only can assume is Spanish. They smell like alcohol and tobacco, all of them standing almost slumped over on each other. I was sure I could outrun all of them if I wanted to, do I take the chance before this situation escalates? My body fails me, and I can't move an inch.

The grip on my shoulder tightens, and one of the men, the one in the middle, grasps my hand. "Don't worry, we will take care of you..." He whispers as the man to my left moves behind me, sandwiching me between him and the man holding my hand while the third man seems to keep watch for any witnesses to their actions. Their hands wander, and I'm ready to barf on them all. I'm revolted.

I go berserk when their hands land on my breasts. I scream, I kick, I do everything in my power to get out of their creeping hands.

"Shut up!" The men try to shush me and the one in front of me places his disgusting hand over my mouth with an annoyed expression on his face. "Naughty girl." He whispers. "And naughty girls deserve to be punished."

And with that; a blow to the side of my face, and I'm on the ground, gasping for air. The pain rapidly spreads to my head, and my hand flies up to protect it from any more damage. The iron taste in my mouth makes me cringe, and I look up at my assailants.

The men, chuckling and talking in their mother tongue, lean over me. "Come on, it wasn't that bad." One of them laughs, grabbing my arm and pulling me onto my knees.

I'm dizzy, and it feels like I'm going to be sick any second. Together, the men get me onto my feet. "Now, where were we?" One of the men whispers next to my ear, lips brushing against my neck. I feel disgust bubbling in my stomach.

"What do you say, she's got a nice ass huh?" The men discuss my body as if I'm not there. When I feel a slap on my buttock, I flinch, but I don't have the strength to fight their touches. I shut my eyes and disappeared somewhere else, somewhere far away. I feel one of them slipping his hand under my dress, but I'm frozen. I can't move, talk, or fight. I just let it happen. When the men pull my dress off, my hands fly up to cover myself.

"What the fuck is going on?!" I hear a distant voice yell, followed by barking.

Then, everything stops. No lingering touches, no whispers in my ear, nothing.

I couldn't believe it. I'm suddenly ten times lighter. Am I in heaven? I thought to myself.

"Hey hey, it's okay. You're safe." I heard someone say, it sounded like they were miles away, but I could feel their touch on your arm.

That voice. Surely I've ascended to heaven, but I didn't dare to have a peek.

"Are you okay, miss? Do you need an ambulance?" The voice asks.

I collapse on the hard stone pavement when I realise that the voice isn't one of the men. I felt the voice grabbing me violently as I was about to hit my head on the ground.

My head is slumped and my eyes are shut, still in that lovely place in my head that I adore so much. "Gosh, you're trembling!" The voice exclaims, and I feel something hot and heavy on my shoulders, something that feels like a coat.

"Please, talk to me." The voice asks of me while I feel his hands on my arms, rubbing them to keep me warm. The voice is soothing and angelic.

I feel myself coming back, my imaginary world slipping away from me no matter how hard I try to grasp it. When I feel someone licking my face, I'm abruptly thrown back into the real world. The owner of the tongue is small and certainly has a very large and wet tongue. The sensation makes me chuckle, I must say, and I dare to open my eyes just enough to see the bulldog in front of me.

"Okay, Roscoe, that's enough." The kind man says as he tries to hold the dog off my face.

"They..." I start, still in shock, sitting with my arms crossed in hopes of protecting myself.

"I saw what they did, you don't need to tell me." The stranger says.

I reach out for the dog, which happily accepts my scratches. When I look up, I see him sitting on his knees before me. Never in my life had I seen a man that gorgeous. I'm stuck in his eyes as he chuckles. "Can you stand up? You'll get sick sitting on the ground like this. Here is your dress if you want to put it on." The man reaches for the tossed dress and waits for me to grab it. He offers his hand to help me on my feet again.

I hesitated to accept his hand, but eventually, I reached for him and pulled myself up. My legs are wobbly and I almost fall over again, but the man holds me up with his strong arms. "Shhh, you okay?" He whispers.

"Y-yeah." You reply.

"I'm Lewis, and you are?" He offers me a handshake.

"I'm Y/N." I say as I grab his hand. His handshake was powerful, and his larger hand swallowed my hand.

"I-I'm sorry, for this." I quickly follow up.

Lewis stops in his tracks and locks his eyes with mine. "Y/N, none of this is your fault. You know that right?"

"I know but-"

"No... No but's."

I shut my mouth upon hearing that and Lewis looks down at me with warmth.

"Come here, I'll carry you." Lewis says as he picks me up and starts walking with Roscoe in close tow. His musky cologne made my heart flutter, and the sensation made me blush which he surely noticed. His arms felt like home, for lack of a better word, and his smile made my heart skip a beat.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"You'll see." Lewis quickly answers.

I lift my eyebrow, and he notices, followed by a sigh.

"Don't worry, we're going to my place. It's not far, I promise."

The thought of going to a stranger's place seemed stupid, but in my defence, I hit my head and blamed my lack of judgment on that.

As he carries me through the streets of Monaco, and we get to know each other, he smiles at me when we get to the topic of how we ended up in Monaco, of all places.

"Fate, really. I wasn't supposed to move here, but I was offered a job and took it without thinking it through." I explain.

Lewis is left silent and slows down as he processes my words.

"So... Now you're unhappy?" He asks.

"No. Not at all, I love it here, mostly anyway." I admit, and I give my head a rub, feeling a slight bump forming where I hit my head.

Lewis notices my change in mood, and stops. "You okay?" He asks, worry evident in his voice.

"Yeah, I think I hit my head harder than I first thought."

Lewis nods and speeds up his steps. "Let's get you something cold to put on that."

As we walk past one of the fancier apartment blocks, I audibly gasp at the cars parked outside. Lamborghini, Ferrari, Audi, Mercedes. "Why are we here?" I ask.

"Because this is where I live, Y/N."

What? This, is where he lived? I had so many questions. "Okay, Lewis, timeout! Let me down, please!" He does as I ask, the gentleman, despite his protests.

"Who are you?" I ask, expecting an honest answer.

"I'm Lewis Hamilton."

"Nice to meet you, Lewis Hamilton. Why do you bring me here?"

"This is where I live?" He says as if it's the most obvious thing in the universe.

"Okay... So, are you part of the mafia or something?" I chuckle, half joking.

Lewis lets out a laugh, and looks down at my smaller figure, "No, Y/N, I drive."

"Like taxis and stuff?" I ask, still not catching on.

Lewis blinks at me and continues. "No, I drive in Formula 1."

Now, I hadn't heard of his name before, but I definitely knew of Formula 1. Me and my family used to watch it when I was young. You know, the Schumacher vs Häkkinen era. I can feel my eyes becoming bigger and bigger as his words penetrate my mind.

"Formula 1?" I ask, needing confirmation.

"Formula 1." He nods.

"What the fuck, Lewis!" I can't help my heightened tone. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

Lewis's eyes are still glued on me; worry painted on his face, but still calm as a cucumber with his hand out in case I faint.

"Hello Florian, beautiful evening, is it not?" Lewis says to the doorman, as the man holds the door for us as we step inside the grand hall. I stop, just to take everything in, the marble floors, the handpainted paintings on the walls, and the huge crystal chandeliers.

"Come on, let's get you upstairs." Lewis says as he softly grabs my hand and leads me to the elevator. While we wait for it to come down, I bend down to scratch Roscoe, which he seems happy with as he leans into my touch. "He likes you." Lewis concludes and smiles at me as I look up at him. "He tends to be wary of strangers."

I hear a "ding" and the elevator doors open. Lewis leads me in with Roscoe following my footsteps, licking my bare leg as if he wants to comfort me.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Yes." I say, dragging out the "s". I smile at him to look more convincing, but in reality, it felt like I had been run over. I'm sure I looked a mess too, hence why he asked.

"Here we are." Lewis says and offers me his hand to take me to his entryway.

"I can walk just fine, you know that right?" I giggle.

"I don't take any risks." Lewis simply replies.

His keys clink as he pulls them out of his pocket and unlocks the door.

"Go ahead." He says as he ushers me into the hallway.

The smell of his apartment was expensive. I felt like I couldn't touch anything, as if I would contaminate the grandness of his space if I did. So I just stood there, like a proper fool.

"Please..." He chuckles. "Would you like something to drink? Perhaps some juice?"

I'm left in the hallway as Roscoe lazily walks in, and turns around to look at us. Lewis takes a few steps towards the kitchen and lends me his hand. "You're allowed to move, Y/N."

"I know, but..." I could feel myself blushing again. I felt so misplaced.

"Come on." He cheers me on, with a wide smile.

One step, two steps... My goal was his hand. After four steps, my hand landed in his, and he interlocked his fingers with mine.

I hadn't felt it before, surely because of the adrenaline, but now my body felt numb, and fatigue was quickly taking over.

When we make it out of the hallway, and into the main living room, that is connected to the kitchen, I can't help but gasp.

The room was spacious, and light. It seemed like the room was lit up even though it was in the middle of the night.

You weren't exactly surprised that a Formula 1 driver owned a penthouse, but in one of the fanciest districts in Monaco? This guy had to be really good.

"Lewis, which floor are we on?" I ask.

"We're on the top." He answers while he has his head in the fridge, looking for something for me to drink.

Sneaking forward on my tiptoes, I walk up to the huge window. "The view... Is phenomenal." I whisper to myself.

"Isn't it?" Lewis says, walking up from behind, with a glass of sparkling water in hand, making me smile and accepting the drink.

I take a sip and the water has a subtle taste of lemon. Refreshing. Lewis seems to take notice of how much I enjoy my drink and offers a refill.

As we stood at the window, looking over the Mediterranean sea, my eyes landed on something to our left. "Don't tell me you have a pool too?" I ask, feeling overwhelmed by how luxuriously this man lived.

"Of course." Lewis admits as he opens the doors to his terrace. "Come." He walks out, and the crisp air hits my skin as I walk out with him. I felt the cold cement against my sole when we walked further out towards the railing. There was a slight wind up here, but it wasn't chilly enough to make me cold, not with Lewis next to me.

As we are admiring the view, Roscoe walks out too, letting out a bark, demanding attention. Not from Lewis, but from me.

"Roscoe really likes you." Lewis says, rather flabbergasted, as he walks off. I follow his movements at the same time as I cuddle with Roscoe. His footsteps stop at the edge of the pool, and he turns around to face me, giving me a mischievous look, and jumps in with a loud "Woohoo!"

I slightly panic, thinking what the hell the man is up to, and Roscoe follows me to the edge, looking for him. The water was dark, and I couldn't see Lewis anywhere.

I bend over to see better and before I even get the chance to react, Lewis' hand is around mine, pulling me in with him. Roscoe is left at the edge, barking for us to come up to the surface again.

When I make it up above the water and gasp for air, Lewis laughs. "Sorry, I had to!" He says, holding his hands up in defeat.

I splash him with my hands, "I'm gonna kill you!" I giggle, before getting up. "You could've warned me, given me a chance to pull my dress off."

"There's no fun in that!" He says, him too climbing up.

We're both soaked and laughing at each other.

"How did we just meet? Feels like I've known you for longer than an hour." He asks.

His words silence me, not quite knowing what to answer. It was true, Lewis was fun, kind, and caring to me, and it felt like I had always known him.

"I-I don't know. Thank you, for saving me. I never thanked you."

"Don't worry about it, Y/N. Now, I'm sure you're tired..." He says as he walks up to me, grabbing my hand. "Would you like to spend the night?"

I was confused, what did his words mean, exactly? "What do you mean?"

"Oh... I didn't mean it like that. You can sleep in my bed and I'll take the sofa." He quickly chips in.

"Oh! Yeah, okay." I nod, sleeping over seemed like a good idea? Right?

"Let's get you something dry to wear, come on." Lewis says as he rubs your arms.

Your clothes are soaked and heavy when you walk up to his bedroom, and Lewis opens his walk in closet, inviting me inside too. "Tee and sweatpants? How does that sound to you?"

"Sounds perfect." I smile at him and look down when our gazes meet. When he hands over the outfit he put together, I look up at him, not sure of what to say. "Lewis... This is Gucci."

"Exactly." He says as he closes the closet doors, and that was the end of that discussion.

Lewis is left standing there, not quite sure of what to say or do next. "Would you like to take a shower, or?" He asks.

"I would like that." I admit, and with that, Lewis escorts me to his personal bathroom. "I-I'll leave you to it, feel free to come down if you need something."

I nod, and watch as Lewis leaves the bathroom and closes the door. The warm water hitting my body felt like heaven in contrast to the chilly water outside. I could really do with a warm hug right now, I think.

When I'm clean, thanks to his body scrubs and schampoos, I dress into his clothes, and hop into his bed. The sheets smell of him. I take an extra whiff before I get up again. As I walk down the stairs, I see Lewis lying on the sofa, cuddled up next to Roscoe.

"Lewis?" I whimper.

My call makes him instantly open his eyes and jump up from the sofa. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Nothing, nothing... I just-" I start, not getting another word out before tears flood my eyes. "Oh, Y/N..." He whispers, and pulls me into his arms, hugging me tightly. We stay like that for, I don't know, 5 minutes? Him just holding me as I sob my heart out.

When we part, Lewis leads me to the sofa to sit down. "Talk to me, Y/N."

I couldn't find the words. No matter how hard I tried.

"I..." I started. "I was thinking of how badly things could have gone if you didn't save me." I look at him with an appreciative look.

"I know, trust me, I know. But things went well, and I'm here now. You're safe." He whispers in my ear. I close my eyes as he pulls me in again, and I end up essentially lying on top of him on his sofa.

When I open my eyes, I'm confused about waking up in a bed instead of a sofa. And there was no Lewis either, or Roscoe, for that matter.

I walk down the stairs, and as the Monaco sun hits my eyes, I see Lewis in the kitchen, at the stove. "Good morning, Y/N. Sleep well?" He asks as he turns a vegan pancake in the pan.

"Morning." I say as I walk up to him, stretching my body. "Slept like a baby."

"Good. Breakfast?" He asks with a grin and a wink.

[freakyformula]

Car sex headcanon with Charles Leclerc

Warnings: Made in like 15 minutes lol, car sex, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink

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It was supposed to just be a car ride home from Nice. You'd just landed, and both of you were exhausted from the flight and the triple-header weekends. You looked forward to sleeping in your own bed and getting to wind down with Charles.

He looks over at you, as you sit in the passenger seat, arms crossed and dozing off.

Something about the fact that you looked so innocent and harmless sparked something in him and he felt himself growing hard in his pants.

He carefully places his hand on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. He is desperate to feel you but doesn't want to wake you up.

Your head bobs up as he pulls over, confused as to why you had come to a stop.

"What's wrong, Charles?" You ask.

He sighs, and looks away, focusing on the traffic outside.

You notice the bulge in his pants and sigh, not from annoyance but rather to collect your thoughts.

You're about to say something but he beats you to it.

"I... I'm not sure if I can wait until we get home, Y/N." He says, looking at you with a frown.

"Hey..." You start, "Talk to me, Charles."

The grip on your thigh tightens as the fire in his eyes intensifies.

"Get in the back, mon amour." He orders.

And you oblige. You get in the backseat in record time, meeting him halfway across the seat. Your mouths crash into each other and his hands start wandering.

First, they find your neck, pulling you impossibly closer to his face.

His hands slide down to your chest, sliding his hands under your oversized hoodie, finding out you're naked under it. When his hands land on your tits, Charles lets out a satisfied sigh. "Naughty girl..." He whispers between kisses.

You feel his hands slide down your back, coming to a stop on your ass. He spanks you lightly, causing you to gasp out of surprise rather than pain from the sting of his hand on your exposed skin.

Your reaction makes him chuckle, "Sorry." He says innocently, even though you know he wasn't sorry about his actions.

He helps you slide your sweatpants off, and his hands instantly land on your ass again, toying with the lining of your underwear.

Charles keeps his eyes glued on your face to catch any sign of you feeling uncomfortable but instead, he's pleasantly surprised by you helping him slide your panties down.

"Touch me, Charles, please..." You beg while pulling on his hand desperately.

He huffs, "So desperate for me, chérie." But he does as you say, after all, you asked very nicely.

His lips land on yours, and his hands slide down from your shoulders to the small of your back, guiding you onto your hands and knees.

"Fuck, mon amour. So beautiful like this." He coos as his fingers slide the insides of your thighs, teasing you out of your mind.

When you hear the clinking of his belt you let out a small whimper, knowing what is about to come your way.

You grab the car door handle, steadying yourself.

"You ready for me, mon amour?" He asks, and you nod frantically as an answer.

"Good." He praises and gives himself a few pumps before lining himself up with you.

His fingers slide along your slit, collecting your arousal on his digits. The wetness of you earns you a groan from him.

When his tip touches your opening, you instinctively push back on him, making him pull back. "No." He says, with a prolonged "o".

He teases your opening, barely sliding in, and pulling out again.

You groan in annoyance, "Fuck Charles!" You yell, on the brink of feeling pissed.

He chuckles and finally finds his way home.

You both moan out brokenly as he burrows into you, centimetre by centimetre.

"Feel so good..." You whimper and clench around him, making him hammer into you harder.

His grunts become more frequent and desperate and you feel yourself getting closer to your release as he plays with your clit, and slides from where you are connected and back to your sensitive button.

His fingers did their magic and you soon came closer, almost tumbling over the edge.

"Cum for me." Charles demands, and you do, hard, like the good girl you are.

Charles keeps his eyes on your contorted face as you convulse beneath him, while he moves in you.

You feel your arms and legs giving up. When you are about to give in, Charles grabs you, pulling you up again.

His arms bring you up against his chest, allowing him access even deeper into you.

As you are sitting on his cock, he continues ravaging your pussy, slamming into your cervix.

His lips brush against your earlobe, nibbling on it, while praising you on how well you take him, and how well you are doing for him.

"I'm close, Y/N. I'm so proud of you..." He announces while slowing down his movements.

And a couple of thrusts later, he slams into you, painting your deepest crevices with his white cream.

"Oh my god..." You whisper, loud enough for him to hear clearly. His grunts in your ear egg you on even further, and you push down on him instinctively.

He pumps into you a few more times before stilling, waiting out the aftershocks.

"You did so well, my love." He coos.

When he pulls out, you are left clenching around nothing, and Charles seems to notice. He carefully inserts two fingers into you and plays with the cum threatening to escape onto the black seats.

"We can't let that happen, can we?" He says as you feel his hardening cock slapping against you, ready to plug you up with his cock. "Ready to be filled up again?" He winks.