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Missed Love

Taking a break?

Race Calendar

A/N: I am back! side note how big is his dick?

Warnings: Sex, blowjobs, more sex, masturbation, added sex. Idk more sex?

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It felt like months since I had last seen, years since his fingers had brushed against my naked skin, sending shivers up my spine. I can feel his stubble scratching against me, causing my skin to itch and my thighs to rub together. The feeling something only, he could make me feel.  The thought of his lips brushing against mine, setting my skin alight as he traces them along my throat. I can’t help the wetness pooling between my legs as I think back to that night, before he left for the gruelling last stretch of the season. I blush as I remember how I slipped up.

~~~~~two months ago, ~~~~~~

“Charles, are you sure we can be here?” I ask, my eyes darting around the near pitch-black track. I couldn’t see anything, and it caused me to shift closer to Charles and his warmth.\

“Princess, we are fine. Besides do you really think they will kick the king out of Monza.” Charles says from behind me, his hot breath sends shivers down my spine, causing me to quicky still. Hoping his deceptive gorgeous eyes didn’t see it but I did not need to turn around to see his smirk grow 10 times.

“Oh, please Leclerc, we both know you couldn’t be the ruler of anything.” I reply, nearly jumping out of my skin when I feel his arms wrap around me from behind. The heat welcoming against my barely clad body. I was wearing a red bodycon dress with cutouts on either side. The need to impress the King of Monaco while standing out amongst the other beauties of Italy had caused me to go out and spend nearly a month’s worth of tips on the dress.

“I could get you on your knees without even asking” Charles whispers into my ear. I couldn’t help this shiver. He felt it, but what surprised both of us was the moan that I let out. The sound instantly causing Charles to still and my cheeks to heat.

I try to escape his arms, but they tighten around me. His breathe faltering and I can feel something harden behind me. I do not know what overcomes me, but the words rush out of my mouth.

“Then make me daddy.”

It happens in an instant, his arms are under my legs, his lips on my neck, sucking and biting along my collarbone until he reaches my chest. Then he stops and stares into my eyes, looking for something and finding the answer he wants.

His lips crash into mine in a soaring kiss, one that causes my stomach to tumble in butterflies and my legs to squeeze around his hips in a mixture of lust, need and love. But I can’t tell him that.

I can’t even catch my breath before I am placed on the ground. Charles hand in mine as he quickly drags me along. My feet stumble but Charles is quick, and I let him drag me along.

He quickly stops, shedding his jacket and draping it on my shoulders, kissing my cheek and stepping away. I hear soft swearing, and I can’t help but giggle at him. I jump when I feel his fingers against my arm.

He chuckles at me now, before grabbing my hand and leading me inside. He keeps on “shhh-ing” me as he fumbles for something. Finally, a light flickers on and I can’t help but stare. We are in the Ferrari pits. The sleek futuristic look of the whole pit caused me to bite my lip.

Charles just stares at me as I trace my fingertips against the smooth surfaces, as I turn to speak to him, his lips crash on mine.

The sparks fly as my nails dig into his broad shoulders, the feeling of his muscles under my skin cause me to moan.

“On your knees princess.” Charles says as he guides me to the small seat on his side of the pits. He kisses my cheek before unbuttoning his jeans, pulling them down and taking a seat. I couldn’t stare at it. I stared at him.

He smirked.

I glanced down, my teeth instinctively biting my lip as I look at it. The girth of it made me clench my thighs together. And the length had me thinking if the pits were soundproof.

I drop to my knees, my dress riding up as I do. My nails tentatively brushing against it, the small strokes cause Charles to moan and the sound makes my eyes rush to his face. I maintain eye contact as my tongue brushes around his tip, slowly tasting him. H

His hands brace the back of my head gently pushing my mouth down onto him. I am not halfway before I feel him touching the back of my throat. I grab his free hand squeezing it as I begin to bob my head up and down his length. Enjoying how messy the blowjob is as my spit coats his length dripping down the sides and his moans cause the wetness to pull between my legs.

I bring my free hand to my heat. Staring at Charles as I slowly start to rub my clit, moaning around Charles’ length. His eyes shoot open and are staring at me. He pulls me up and onto his lap, his length brushes against my wetness and I can’t help the whimper that comes out of me.

“Are you sure?” Charles says as he pulls back. His hand on the back of my neck as my hands grasp his shirt.

“Yes” I say nodding my head at the same time. His lips crash back into mine as his hands make their way to my hips. Slowly pulling them up as my hands grasp his length lining him up.

He slowly lets me fall onto his length and I can’t help but moan as he stretches me out. He is slow, loving as he lets me set the pace. Letting me adjust as I slowly bounce on his dick. His hands are on my ass now, grabbing at it and leaving bruises that I can’t wait to stare at tomorrow. is lips are on my neck hihhh

His lips are on my neck now and the feeling of cumming is coming quick. I can’t help but start to bounce on his dick faster. Charles moans into my neck his hand slapping against my right ass cheek and his hoarse whisper causes me to whimper.

“Behave.” Is all he says. His hands grasp my ass as he stands up, his dick still inside of me as he pushes me up against the wall.

He’s hips are frantic as he thrusts into me now, my moans becoming louder as his pace increases.

“Charles” I scream as I feel my orgasm take over me. He continues to thrust moaning as I squeeze around his length. His hips falter as he cums inside of me. He kisses me hard and just holds me.

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I moan as I finish. I stare at the screen, looking at him, missing him.

I pick up my phone and go to his contact, sighing at all the unanswered messages he had sent me. Before replying with a simple text.

“I am proud of you; I don’t regret it at all, and I just want to see you.”

I go back to watching the post-race interviews. They are talking to Max, and I see Charles in the background, staring at his phone with a huge smile on his face. A get a reply soon after.

“I land tomorrow at 14:00, ready to see me?”

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Sneak Peak - Missed Love

release in a few hours

“oh please Leclerc, we both know you couldn’t be the ruler of anything.” I reply, nearly jumping out of my skin when I feel his arms wrap around me from behind. The heat welcoming against my barely clad body. I was wearing a red bodycon dress with cutouts on either side. The need to impress the King of Monaco while standing out amongst the other beauty’s of Italy had caused me to go out and spend nearly a month’s worth of tips on the dress.

“I could get you on your knees without even asking” Charles whispers into my ear.

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An appreciation post for my online friends:

@nicangelinee thank you for always being someone I can talk to babes, it means the world to me❤️

@yungbludz thank you for always being there for me when I need to run my crazy ideas and thoughts past someone 🥰

@shes-unwell-babe , to my online sister. You mean the world to me and you don’t know how much I appreciate our heart to hearts and our endless conversations about the F1 boys and how hot they are or how useless their teams are🥰😍

I appreciate all of you so much and will always hope that I am there for you like you ladies are there for me🥺

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Sadly, I am thinking about possibly shutting down my tumblr.

I love it on here and everyone but i just haven't had the inspiration to write, as can be seen by everything that is going on with my blog.

At this point it is just a question of if I should or shouldn't.

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If you're getting this you are wonderful, sweet, considerate, lovable, warm-hearted, lovely, good-natured, awesome, friendly, uplifting, affectionate, compassionate, kind, understanding, gracious, graceful, precious, a beloved person, and beautiful person. Paste this to 10 blogs that fit these traits as well! No pressure but kindness can help and make someone's day! 💕

Thank you bestie! you don't know how much this means to me💕🥰

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Hey! I hope this message finds you well… I just read your recent upload with the A/n and the note at the end. I’ve never come across your blog before, but after reading you recent post i just wanted to reach out! At the start of the year I went through a break up too - we were together for a few years, there was always something missing, he didn’t really put much effort into us, I’d cry to him, reach out to him and he’d always apologise, say he’d change.. but never did. He prioritised everything.. apart from me. He broke up with me, after years together… over text, and proceeded to act like he never knew who I was. I was so broken. So hurt at the fact of the person I loved had done that to me. I took time away from everything to literally sit in a room and cry, I tried to reach out, I even tried to change. Then I kind of realised… I’m not the issue here. It’s his loss. No one will ever love him the way I loved him. Point is, I met someone else. And he’s the most loving, caring, kindest person I have ever met. I feel so lucky to have him, and I question why I tolerated everything I did for all of those years. - what im trying to say is, I don’t know your situation. I don’t know you, I don’t know what you’re going through or what you’ve been through. But I’ve had my heartbroken, I thought id never love again, never find anyone. But I guess im here to tell you, things will work out for you. I know they don’t seem like they will at times, and you’ll question everything you thought you knew to be true, but they will. I know this probably won’t mean much, I had friends saying to me ‘things will be better!’ And I simply didn’t believe them. But they will. And again I know I know nothing about you, and I hope I haven’t over stepped. But better days are coming x

Hi my love, reading this bought tears to my eyes because I posted that to just vent and heal because that is how I heal and I knew I would receive hate for it, which I have because in no way am I actually saying that the drivers would ever do that but to me other people out there might relate to this and that is why I did it. Kind of like how you reached out to me, the fact is your message helped me. I read this and it became clear that in all of this I never stopped trying and loving and I will never apologize for that.

So thank you my love, I love you loads.

[ladyperceval]

Fuck me

please

I don’t beg but damn💦👅

Can I please lick your chest 👀😂

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Taking a break?

A/N: first and foremost, I must apologise to every single one of you, because you are all amazing and supportive and I have been really rubbish at updating, I wish I could blame it on my stupid ex but there was a lot of influence and factors behind me not updating and posting for so long. But I am slowly getting better, I am becoming myself again and finally moving past all the insecurities and anxious behaviour I was led to believe. Although this is a rather sad imagine, it is one that I need to write to heal because at least these men will realise a person’s potential and will not ruin a person for their gain. In some of them I might reflect on experiences I went through with my ex, so I would like to apologise in advance for his immature and lacklustre behaviour. This is the longest imagine I have written because of how emotional it was for me.

This is in no way a reflection of the drivers involved, this is my personal experience with these types I toxic traits.

@nicangelinee @yungbludz @shes-unwell-babe thank you for helping me through this and showing me that it is okay to hurt while moving on.

Warnings: Temper, anger, narcissism, gaslighting, manipulation, ghosting.

Lando Norris - ghosting

Lando and you were still young, young in the sense that your relationship was still rather new but you and him had progressed rather quickly. This was due to you and him constantly wanting to be near one another, so late-night calls turned into staying over at one another. You were still studying and would often go and visit Lando during breaks, where you would make lunch or just spend some time together and for awhile it was perfect. For you he had become your whole world but for him, he felt suffocated he needed space and as time progressed so did the fights. The endless overthinking and anxious nights of wondering if you and him were okay made you stress beyond compare and Lando’s ability to never reassure you had you mind reeling. That is until one day. You woke up to radio silence.  You had sent a message only for it to have one tick, you tried to call, only for it to go straight to voicemail and you had tried to check his Instagram, only for your messages to get lost in all the fangirls. You were lost and confused. You didn’t understand what you had done wrong, you thought about every single word you had said, and, in the end, you came up blank, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t blame yourself for Lando’s sudden disappearance. Afterall to you he was perfect, he was the epitome of a green flag, but as time progressed so did, you’re understanding and your realization of how wrong you were. The constant updates of him with different woman showed you that he didn’t love you. He needed his freedom, and you knew that you would give it to him.

Mick Schumacher – manipulation

Mick was sweet, he was perfect. He was yours. You loved him as if he was the one that made you feel alive and, in a way, he was, he was your one and only priority with everything else taking a backseat to him. The issue however started in month 4, when your feelings were often overlooked or seen as a reason to fight, or that’s what Mick had led you to believe. Mick the sweetheart to the media, had you in tears every other day to his lack of understanding. You never knew why you were so emotional when in the relationship, you were and are a strong person, but your emotional ways had confused you. To the point you were constantly relying on Mick to reassure you and to make you feel more than what he was currently doing. However, as time progressed it went from you being emotional to Mick blaming every small thing on you, his words confusing you as his lies made you question everything. You couldn’t help it. You had caught him into many lies to not question it. In the end, Mick had called it quits, his words stinging you as he blamed you for his depression, his eyes glaring into yours as you stared and questioned everything about him. But as he walked out, leaving you crying, you knew the tears you felt was just the start. The chest pains of your heart breaking into pieces grew with every step he took. But as time progressed and you healed, you knew how he lied, the rose-coloured glasses hid it. You were to blame for his depression, he was to blame for your happiness but who is to blame for your anxiety and depression?

Pierre Gasly – gaslighting

Pierre had a best friend, one which you would’ve been fine with if he hadn’t told you that he had feelings for her, one which he had asked out before you and Pierre had gotten together and one which had rejected him. In the beginning you were fine with it, wanting Pierre to be happy and believing Pierre’s promises. But as you grew closer to Pierre, you were often with him, spending time with him in a way that you couldn’t help and loved. However, Pierre would often make excuses to not see you, blaming it on family but later telling you that he was out with his best friend. The first fight happened when he wouldn’t answer an emergency call from you because he was out with his best friend, the second fight happened when you went out and she was grinding on him. The third fight happened when he took her out for lunch and not you. The fourth fight happened when he went to her, while you were crying on the phone.

The thing is you hated it, you sat there and watched him flirt with her as your heart broke and shattered with every word that would leave his mouth. When you called him out on it, he would lie and change the events to suit him. He never owned up to it.

In the end he walked away when you had asked him to choose between you and the friend. Not choose in the sense of completely cutting her out but in the sense of you wanting him to cut back on how much he sees her. He couldn’t handle it and instead left with her in his car.

Max Verstappen – anger

Max could not control his anger; he would let it get the best of him and in the end, it scared you. The way his voice would raise would cause you to draw back. The way his fists would fly and hit a table, or the wall would make you jump. It would cause you to think about the possibilities of how one day the wall or table would be replaced with you, how his fist would fly and hit you instead. You knew that he knew. He saw the fear in your eyes, the way you would draw back from him and flinch as his hands came near you.

You feared him.

As much as Max knew that you feared him, he did nothing to change it. He would not stop it. He wouldn’t try to control his anger and in no way was he ever concerned about you. Instead, you flinching from him caused his anger to increase, his emotions driving him and forcing a never-ending cycle to start that would leave you feeling guilty. You would apologise for your emotions and in the end, Max would continue to make you feel as though you were a burden to him.

Max broke up with you because he couldn’t handle your constant need for voicing your emotions to feel validated.

Dani Ric – temper

Being with Dani was a dream come true, you felt as though you were walking on sunshine whenever you were with him. You and he were unstoppable together. That is until one fateful day.

Dani was driving around, and he got cut off, the man didn’t apologise which caused Dani’s anger to rise as he sat next to the car, hooting like a maniac as he swore at the driver. You were already uncomfortable, your hands were shaking as your breathes started to become shorter, your anxiety taking control. You asked Dani to stop, only for your pleas to fall on deaf ears, as you made your way to the freeway, the driver followed you and Dani. It caused Dani to speed up, going way over the speed limit and making your panic attack increase as Dani effortlessly weaved through traffic, trying to lose the maniac driver. Dani would continuously send you glares, asking you to calm down as he tried to drive and get away from a situation with which he had caused. The other car had followed you for about 20 minutes now, all the way to yours and Dani’s destination, where he sat outside and waited, watching you and Dani as you tried to ignore it, but you couldn’t.

In the end, Dani broke up with you because you had asked him to always be safe and cautious on the road. He broke up with you because he couldn’t handle having someone care for him.

Charles Leclerc – narcissism

Before you and Charles had even become official, you knew you loved him. His charms had won you over, his need to always compliment you and place you on a pedestal had you believing that he was the one for you. That Charles Leclerc was your prince charming. By the end of the first month of being official, you had told him you loved him, and Charles had done the same. That’s when it changed, the conversation became about him and only him. His emotions became first and anything concerning him was his number one and only priority, he fished for compliments, which when you gave, he showered you with emotion. You thrived off of it and continued to feed his ego as he destroyed your self-worth.

He failed to be there for you, on nights when things became too much and your tears streamed down your face, Charles just continued to watch Netflix instead of pulling you into his arms and holding you. If you called him, needing him, he would place you second to his friends. His best girl friend being more important than you.

You were there for him though, you were the voice of reason when he was arguing with friends or co-workers, but no one was the voice of reason for when he argued with you, making you feel small and as though you were nothing to him. The fights were ugly with him constantly picking on you and your insecurities, making you question every aspect of the relationship as he was gaslighting you about everything. In the end you would apologize you would take the blame because he never felt the need to.

You being a priority to him was never something he considered and even now, as you cry your eyes out over the narcissistic boy that you would sadly take back in a heartbeat because you love him and gave him your all. You know that he is out, he has forgotten about you and instead of having a broken heart he is laughing like nothing has happened.

To all the boys I have loved (to my ex),

I love you; I think I always will and if you had to call for help, I would drop everything to be there for you. But here’s the difference you destroyed me, shattered me and broke me that I do not even recognise myself after all this healing. You wanted to break me for your own gain and maybe I am partly to blame to allow it, I know my worth and you definitely are not worth my time. You broke the innocence I had towards the world and instead replaced it with a sad depressed girl who shy’s away from men and love because she is scared of experiencing the pain of not sleeping, eating and crying her eyes out for the last month.

Yes, even after that I love you, I always will but I need to move on and that’s okay especially after the way you have treated me. I am strong, I am smart and most importantly I am loved, my over-loving and overthinking nature is because of how much I care, and it is something that I am proud of. Do not try to break something that was always there for you. You can replace me in bed, you can replace me in looks but you cannot replace the way I loved you. My love is one of a kind and the next person you want to love, will not love you the way I did. But that is your burden not mine.

I will live, I will laugh, and I most definitely will love again.

Lady Perceval

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Do not lower yourself respect by allowing a narcissist to walk all over you, I know it’s hard loves but sometimes walking away is hard and I know it is because as I right this my heart is broken yet whole. Walk away from it, cry about it, feel every drop of pain that will flow through your body and move on from it. I know it’s hard but damn do what you need to let go because narcissists enjoy controlling you! Be strong my love you will be drained but you will found yourself again

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All I’m saying, men ain’t shit unless they are an F1 driver 😤

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Hello! I really love your work! 🥺 Would you ever write for George? 👀

Hi girl, so George is just one of the writers that I don’t seem to be able to write for at the moment and I don’t see myself being able to write for in the future. At the moment the only driver that I seem to be able to actually write smut for is Pierre 😂😳🤦🏼‍♀️

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A/n: I have been struggling so much to find something to write about but my inspiration seems to have left me🙄🤦🏼‍♀️ so for now enjoy a short piece 🙈

F1 drivers x university stereotypes

Max Verstappen - the manwhore

Charles Leclerc - the forgetful one

Pierre Gasly - the good at everything

Lando Norris - The forgetful one

Max Fewtrell - the one that changes there degree every month

Daniel Ricciardo- the party animal

Mick Schumacher - the “a” student

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Just a little note

Hi my loveys, I'm sorry that I haven't updated in 2 weeks now, I'm just going through it right now, and the next imagine I am working on isn't really helping the whole situation... like I thought it would but it really isn't so I know that you guys are really looking forward to the next imagine and I promise I will post really soon, I just need to deal with this right now.

But my upcoming fics so far:

On a break - hopefully within the next week

Role Play(NSFW) - within 2 weeks

Revenge sex- Max Fewtrell - before the end of March

Revenge sec - Carlos Sainz- first week of April.

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Car Sex

Race Calendar

A/N: so, in my mind, car sex does not mean it has to be in a car, so hope you enjoy it. Also thank you @shes-unwell-babe for the inspiration for the Dani Ric one and a thank you to @nicangelinee for the inspiration for the Pierre Gasly One. I haven't proofread it, so if there are any mistakes, please let me know. Enjoy loveys.

Warnings: Smut, voyeurism, unprotected sex, choking, spanking, inappropriate use of a motorbike, face sitting, oral (f receiving), inappropriate use of a vintage Ferrari, inappropriate use of a rally car

Lando Norris – Limo, after brits

Lando and you had chosen to go home after the brit awards, his hands had been teasing you under the table as you had sat trying and failing not to let the others see what Lando is doing. His smirk at your loud gasps and the way you would play them off as choking were annoying you and causing your legs to widen even more, as much as you hated it. You couldn’t deny that his hands were magical.

So as soon as the division between you and the driver was up, you didn’t hesitate to unclip your seatbelt, your dress riding up as you throw your leg over Lando, straddling him as your bare heat rubs against his pants, the feeling making your sensitive clit throb as you throw you head back moaning.

“Jerk” you say, your lips brushing against his as you place your hands on his shoulders.

“Why” Lando asks, mischief gleaming in his eyes at the question. He already knows why you are upset, or at least pretending to be upset.

“I got you all wet and ready for me.” Lando adds, his hand swiping between your folds gathering some of your wetness on his fingers, before bringing it to his mouth and sucking them. The groan he lets out goes straight to your heat, driving your hips downwards as you rock them against his, needing him.

You can feel his length straining against his pants, making you move your hips faster against him, wanting to feel every inch of him. Your mind doesn’t even consider the notion of ruining his pants with your wetness, instead your focus on your high and how close it is.

“Then make me scream.” You reply, challenging Lando knowing that he won’t hold back then.

“I was already planning to.” Lando says, his hands moving to his belt, undoing it as yours go to his button and zipper, in second his cock is free and your hands are wrapped around it, pumping it a few times before bringing it towards your center.

You throw your head back a moan escaping you as you sink onto his length, enjoying the stretch of him filling you. His lips are quick, attaching to your neck as his hands grip your waist ensuring a steady and hard pace is maintained as he helps to lift you up and lower you onto his cock over and over again.

“Lando” You can’t help but moan out, his lips sucking on your pulse point, making your eyesight blur as your body is filled with bliss. Your senses are overcome with Lando, and it makes your hips move faster.

Lando can see how close you are, his hand moving towards your heat as his fingers rub your clit, driving you wild as you let your instincts take control driving you closer to the edge as your orgasm flows through you. A loud moan escaping you as your walls squeeze around Lando, pushing him over as you milk him.

“We're here.” The driver says, making you jump as you rush out of the car, leaving Lando to deal with him.

Mick Schumacher – Vintage f1 Ferrari

You couldn’t help yourself; you knew that Mick had a thing for them and when he left you at his house with one in the living room you couldn’t resist. Without a second thought, you had stripped down, straddled the nose of the old Ferrari, the cool metal a welcomed relief against your burning clit.

You angled your phone, tilting your head slightly as you get the perfect angle to showcase all your curves. A moan escapes your mouth as you lean forward gently brushing your clit against the cool metal again.

“y/n” you hear the groan behind you, making you jump as you swirl your head around.

You smirk as you notice Mick standing there, his eyes wide and his pants straining as he gulps at the sight of you.

“Hi handsome.” You say, all shame leaving your body at the realization that Mick can help you live out his fantasy now. You just stare at him, your fingers coming up to your mouth as you suck on them, your hips gently moving against the car as you groan from getting some form of friction. With your now wet fingers you move them downwards towards your already hard nipple, squeezing it as you roll it between your fingers. Your other hand comes down onto the nose of the car, supporting you as you continue to move your hips against it.

The sound of something hitting the floor causes your eyes to open as you look towards Mick, his shirt is off and his pants are around his ankles as he pulls his boxers down, staring at you as his thick length springs out, you can’t help but lick your lips at the sight, waiting to feel it within you. The idea causes your hips to move faster, wanting to feel something even if it isn’t what you are currently craving.

In seconds you feel hands on your waist, guiding you as his lips gently move across your collarbone, brushing across it, sending shivers down your back. You feel his hands tighten against your waist, stopping your movements as he picks you up, positioning you so that your ass is against the car, your legs wrapping around his hips as he doesn’t hesitate to thrust into you. A gasp leaving your mouth at the way he fills, the squeeze is so tight that you can feel every ridge and vein of Mick’s length as he slowly starts to thrust in and out of you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head from the way his effortless thrusts can make you feel.

“You are such a naughty girl.” Mick says, his hand moving to wrap around your neck as he does, you can’t help but nod your head, knowing that he is about to fuck your brains out.

After he sees your head move, he doesn’t waste another second. His hips move with so much force that his pelvic bone brushes against your clit, making you moan as he continues to pound into you over and over again.

Your walls start to clench around him, squeezing as your orgasm washes over you, tremors shaking your body as Mick continues to fuck into you, his cock not leaving you even when it goes soft. He can’t help but continue to gently thrust into you.

“Send me that picture” Mick says.

Pierre Gasly – Charles’s Ferrari

After a lot of begging your brother, Charles, had finally let you use his car. Well, he didn’t let you use it, he let Pierre drive it. Which was okay, actually it was even better of you were allowed to drive it because now you can watch the way Pierre flexes his arms, his hands steady on the steering wheel, shifting every now and again as he changes gears, his legs flexing and moving in an effortless dance as he drives the car, pushing it to the limits and driving you insane.

You can’t help the way you squeeze your legs at the sight, trying to ease the itch that is developing from the sight of Pierre driving. Pierre glanced at you, noticing the way you continue to shift in your seat, your thighs rubbing together as your try to do something to ease it.

“Are you okay there?” Pierre asks, causing you to look at him, you can see the smirk on his face, the way he still focuses on the road, but you can feel the car speed up and with it your heartbeat.

“Slow down Pierre.” You say, worried about getting stopped or worse.

“Touch yourself.” Pierre says.

“What?” you ask, confused as to what Pierre is asking.

“Touch yourself, and I will slow down.” Pierre says, glancing at you before glancing back at the road.

With a slight gulp you do as Pierre says, your hands pull your skirt up, before pulling your panties down, your fingers are quick in finding your clit, brushing across it and making you moan at the feeling of how wet you are.

“Merde.” Pierre says, watching the way you throw your head back as you start to fuck yourself with your fingers. You feel the car slowing but your fingers don’t stop, instead you just stare at Pierre as he pulls the car over, his eyes on yours as he does.

“Pierre.” You moan and it breaks him out of his haze as he opens his door, rushing over to your side before opening it. You don’t even have time to blink before your legs are being pulled around his hips, your head on the center console as Pierre’s slightly adjusts you, freeing his cock from his grey sweatpants and thrusting into you.

A silent scream leaves your mouth, your hands gripping his forearms as he continues to fuck into you, his hips hard as he thrusts into you, ensuring that he is fucking you hard enough that you won’t be able to walk for a while.

“Y/n” Pierre moans, his grip on your waist tightening, bruising you in the process and making you head swirl as your orgasm courses through you.

Pierre continues to fuck you through it, only finishing when he is sure your orgasm is over.

“Where will we find a car wash this late?” Pierre asks, his cock still inside you, making you giggle.

Max Verstappen – drive-in theatre

“Really Max?” You ask, a smile on your face as he parks the car. You couldn’t believe that Max had organized to go to a drive-in theatre as your date.

“What?” He says, looking at you, nerves in his eyes as he does.

“Nothing.” You say, grabbing his cheeks as you pull him in for a kiss. Max had pulled you into the back after a while, claiming that it was comfier there and you didn’t argue, knowing where the night was going and excited by the notion of having sex in such a public place. The theatre was packed and even though Max had parked towards the back, there were still a few cars around you and him.

About halfway through the movie Max shifted you, moving your body, so that your legs were on his shoulders, causing your skirt to go up, as you stared up at Max.

“Really Y/n?” Max said, his hands squeezing your waist when he saw that you had no panties on.

“What?” you ask, mimicking him from before, Max doesn’t say anything, instead he just pulls your hips up more, your legs resting over the seat now as his mouths comes down on your clit, sucking it and making you throw your head back in pleasure at the way he sucks it not his mouth.

“Max” you moan, your hands gripping the seat as he moves his mouth with a pop, his tongue coming down and swirling around your clit as he continues to taste you. Your hips are moving, trying to grind against his face but failing. Your legs lock around the head rest, pushing your wet pussy closer to Max, making him groan as he licks downwards, his tongue entering you as he fucks you with it, making your head swirl as your hands move to your still covered breasts, pinching them in time with Max’s tongue.

You can feel your orgasm approaching, swirling around you as it does. But before it can pull you over the edge, you feel Max pull away, his mouth leaving you and making you groan.

He laughs at the pout on your face, his movements rushed as he places you on the backseat, his hand pulling his girthy cock out of his sweats as his other continues to rub your clit, ensuring that you will cum as quickly as he can make you.

“Max please just – “You start, but a moan escapes you as Max’s cock thrusts into you, his hips rocking in and out of you before you can even respond. Instead, you are left in a frozen state as he continues to fuck you, the car shifting slightly with his movements and in the back of your brain you worry that someone will notice and say something. Instead, you focus on the way his cock feels as he fucks into you, his thickness filling you as it brushes against your g-spot, making your eyes roll back as you praise the man who continues to fuck you.

“Don’t stop.” You say, your hand moving downwards towards your clit, rubbing it as you chase your high. Your head thrown back as it rushes over you, your legs locking around Max, keeping him against you as you milk his cock, the feeling of his cum filling you making your body quiver with aftershocks.

Max Fewtrell – leaning against a stranger's car

It was a spur of the moment thing, and if your friends hadn’t convinced you to come out tonight, you most likely wouldn’t have your back pressed against a black jeep, a pair of lips on your neck while your hands run through his hair, your hips moving against his. Trying to ease the tension building within you.

Your heat brushes against his cock, his lips stopping as he rests his forehead on your shoulder, his hands squeezing your waist. His groan filling your eyes, making your body shake in anticipation.

“Fuck Y/n” Max says, the way your name rolls off his tongue, makes you grind against him again, your hips a bit harder this time.

“You need to stop.” Max warns, his eyes staring into yours as he does, his hands trying to hold you back.

“Or?” you challenge, a pout on your face from the way he had stopped your fun.

“Or I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” Max warns, his words going straight to your pussy, soaking your thong.

“Is that a promise or a threat?” You ask, your eyes staring at his shocked face, a smirk coming across it as he processes your words.

“What do you want it to be?” Max questions, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers it to you.

“Both.” You answer, your voice coming out in a breathy gasp, from the way he grabs your hips, pulling you closer to him. His cock brushing against your heat as he does. Your hands grip his shoulder, your mind blank as you let Max take control of the situation.

“Turn around.” Max says, his voice steady, demanding as he does.

You do so without hesitation, your hands going up to lean against the car, only for him to grab them and hold them behind your back.

“No hands.” He simply says, his hands flipping your skirt up and moving your panties aside as he brushes his fingers across your wet center. You can’t help the unexpected moan that escapes you as his finger slides into you, hitting your g-spot in an instant and making your legs shake at the new feeling.

“You’re soaking.” Max says, his hand slipping out of you after a few thrusts, you don’t feel anything for a few seconds, only the rustling of pants before you feel something thick being pressed against your heat, his hands on your hips as he gently guides his length into you. Groaning at the way you squeeze around him.

“Oh fuck.” You say, your walls squeeze around him as he fills you up, his girth stretching you and making you feel every vein of his length as he keeps it inside you, allowing you to adjust.

“No moaning.” Max warns, his hand slapping your ass as you bite back your moan.

His hips start thrusting shallowly, his hands moving up towards your top, pulling it up and freeing your breasts as he fucks into you. You can’t help but moan as your nipples brush against the cool car door with every thrust of his body, the contrasting warmth from Max behind you and the coolness of the car has your body tensing in anticipation.

A sharp slap to your ass and you have forgotten about Max’s request, his hips stop shortly after, and you can’t help the groan that leaves you.

“No no, please don’t stop.” You try, only to be interrupted by Max’s hips slamming into yours, his cock filling you and making your eyes roll back into your head from his movements and your tits press against the coldness of the car.

Max doesn’t hold back, instead he starts to fuck you harder, his hands digging into your hips as you try to get a footing, but his thrusts are so powerful.

“Oh fuck, please make me cum.” You beg, your hand moving downwards towards your clit, rubbing it quickly as you feel the way Max’s hips stutter.

You feel Max’s cock throb inside of you, his cum filling you and dripping down your thighs as you let out a loud moan, your body going limp as you let his now limp cock thrust into you, fucking you through your high.

“Fucking hell,” Max says, his hand brushing through his hair as he looks around, “round 2 at mine?” He asks, before opening the door to the jeep.

Carlos Sainz- his dad’s rally car

Carlos had never told you that he wanted to bend you over the side bars of his dad’s rally car and fuck you, but you knew he did. He didn’t hide it well, especially how hard he would get as he watched you climb over them to sit in the car, or bend over them to see the inside of it. You would always have to deal with a horny Carlos for the rest of the day.

You loved it, because it often meant him teasing you or fucking you in most random of places, his hormones getting the best of him as he does. So, when his father had asked you and Carlos to house sit for him, you jump at the chance. A plan forming in your mind, one you knew that Carlos would love.

So, in nothing then one of his shirts, you made sure to walk past him as you made your way to the garage, knowing the car would be parked there. You open the door and in seconds you hear footsteps coming towards you. A glance over your shoulder and you can see Carlos there, his sweatpants doing little to hide his hardening length.

“Are you finally gone fuck me against this car?” You ask, your words shocking him as he just stares at you. You roll your eyes, turning around and bending over the bars, your arms resting on the seat as you wiggle your bare ass at him, luring him towards your dripping wetness.

You are about to get up and turn around when you feel something wet along your thigh, Carlos’s hands come up to grip them as his tongue continues to work upwards, towards your heat. His tongue gently flicks your clit, your hands grip the edge of the seat as he does.

“Oh papi.” You moan, and the words cause Carlos to lose it as he grips your thighs harder, pulling you back slightly as his lips wrap around your clit, sucking it as you moan. His tongue licks it, going at different speeds as he teases the bud in every direction. His tongue continues to tease you, his hands gripping you and keeping you against him. He doesn’t stop, his mouth switching from sucking your clit to his tongue lapping at you as if you were his last meal.

“Yes papi.” You moan again, the edge of your orgasm fast approaching and making your eyes blur. But just as you touch it the brink of it, Carlo pulls away. His body leaving you completely.

“No why did you-?” You start but the feeling of his cock entering you causes you to moan. You can feel the bar press into you from the force of Carlos’s thrusts as he starts to fuck into you. His hands gripping your hips and pulling you back to meet his thrusts, his thrusts are so hard that you can feel the seat brush against your hard clothed nipples as he fucks you without a care in the world.

You feel his cock throb inside of you, your body shivering from the feeling of it and making stars appear at the fast-approaching orgasm.

“Papi.” You moan, your legs giving out as the bar holds you up, Carlos doesn’t stop instead he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, his hand coming around and flicking your already sensitive clit, making your orgasm last longer as he thrusts a few more times before cumming inside of you.

“Fuck y/n” Carlos says, his hands gently caressing your ass as he stares at you.

“You are amazing.” He says, making you giggle as you feel him twitching inside of you.

Dani Ric – back of a truck

You and Daniel hadn’t been home for a few years now, covid had caused you and him to stay in Monaco and as much as you loved it, you couldn’t help but miss the adventures that you and Dani used to get up to in Australia. Like tonight, a simple let’s go and watch the stars turned into a tiny road trip with you and Dani laying blankets down in the back of truck, you and him staring at the sky as he just holds you in his arms.

“Can I tell you something?” You ask, causing Dani to shift below you as he stares at you, waiting for you to go on.

“I really want to sit on your face.” You admit, a blush gracing your cheeks as you bury your face into Dani’s chest.

“Okay, get up here then.” Dani simply says, his cock twitching in his pants from the idea of you riding his face, grinding against it and using it to get off with.

“What now?” You ask him, sitting up now and staring at him. He just nods his head, his hands gripping your waist and shifting you upwards. You rush to take your shorts and panties off, excited about the idea of being able to sit on Dani’s face.

You look down at him, your legs framing his face as he stares up at you. You lower yourself but not completely, worried that you will hurt him. You see Dani roll his eyes before his hands grip your hips, pushing you down and letting his tongue lick along your clit.

“Fuck” You moan, your hand gripping his hair as his tongue continues to swirl against you. You can’t help but move your hips, his nose brushing against your clit as his tongue fucks you now, your head thrown back as you let go and rub yourself against his face, his beard scratching your thighs and helping to build your orgasm. Dani moves his mouth back towards your clit, sucking it as you let out a loud scream, your juices covering Dani as he laps them up, his tongue brushing against your clit and sending shivers through your body.

You move down him slightly, your breathing heavy as you just sit on Dani, he flips you over in seconds, his hands moving down freeing his long cock. He stares down at you, a loving look on his face before he moves you, pushing one leg up, making you hold it as he pushes his cock into you. The position makes Dani feel even bigger, his cock filling you as his hand wraps around your neck, squeezing slightly as his hips rock into you. His cock brushing against your g-spot as his pelvic bone hits your clit over and over again.

You can feel the truck moving below you from the force of his thrusts, his hips not slowing down as he continues to fuck you. Your moans and gasps of pleasure becoming quicker now as your overused clit creates a painful pleasure, bringing you closer to the edge.

“Y/n” Dani moans, as your walls involuntarily squeeze around him, showcasing your fast approaching orgasm.

He squeezes your throat a bit tighter, your walls squeezing around him as he does, his cock thrusts into you and the tightness makes your orgasm come crashing down.

You can feel Dani stop, his arms shaking as he struggles to keep himself up as he cums inside of you.

“We need to do that again.” He admits, his head resting on your bare chest now, his mouth kissing your breast every now and again.

Charles Leclerc- motorcycle

Your arms are wrapped around Charles, your chest pressed against his back as you rest your head, well helmet on his back.

You can’t help the whimper that escapes you as Charles revs the bike underneath you, the vibrations pulsing through you and soaking your panties as the leather seat vibrates against your clit.

You know that Charles heard you, as you feel the bike rev beneath you again, a whimper escaping you from the sensation as your arms squeeze Charles tighter, your breathing picking up.

You feel the bike slow down as you come to a red light; the vibrations not as powerful now as you wait. Your hand trails down Charles’s chest towards his cock, you brush him through his jeans, moaning when you feel it harden. You giggle when you feel Charles’s glove hand grip your wrist, stopping your movements and placing your hand back around him as he speeds off.

Your mind going blank as you feel the vibrations course through you again, you can’t help but squeeze your thighs, the bike in the way and causing your clit to press down harder against the bike, making the vibrations feel stronger as you let out a loud moan.

You don’t even feel the bike stop, Charles having twisted and turned through the roads until you and him were in the quiet countryside of Italy, the bike coming to a stop by a few trees as vineyards surround you.

“Why are we stopping?” You ask, taking your helmet off as you look at Charles who is still sitting on the bike.

“Because I needed to fuck you.” Charles answers, his words causing you to blush as he stalks towards you. His helmet on the ground as he does. Within seconds his lips are on yours, his hands under your ass as he picks you up, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist as you do.

You feel Charles move, his legs carrying you somewhere as your lips stay glued to his, kissing him as you feel him gently placing you down on the seat of the bike.

His lips move towards your neck, sucking it and marking you as his as his hands move to the button of your jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them along with your panties down.

“You don’t know how fucking hot it was to feel you grinding against me.” Charles says, pushing you back slightly and forcing you to lie down on the bike, your head resting on the tank as your ass lying higher as Charles walks towards the back of the bike, his hands spreading your legs, forcing them to hang over the edge as his lips come down on your clit, sucking it and tasting your juices as your hands come down and hold his face against you.

His tongue swirls around it, groans escaping him from the way you taste, a finger of his comes up, entering your heat as he slowly fucks it into you, making you gasp at the feeling of finally having something inside of you.

“Fuck Charles.” You moan, your back arching from the way his mouth works on you.

The moan must’ve caused Charles to focus again, his lips moving away making you moan in despair. A pout on your lips as you watch him unbutton his jeans, pulling them down enough to free his hard length. The tip of his cock glistening with pre-cum as he jerks it with his hand a few times, his eyes watching you as he does.

“Gorgeous.” He says, before grabbing your hips and pulling you towards the back of the bike, your ass on the edge of the cowl now as he does. You don’t even have time to process the move before his cock is slamming into you, making you moan as he stretches you.

Charles doesn’t wait for you adjust instead he just starts fucking into you, his gloved hands moving under your shirt, brushing against your nipples and making you gasp from the feeling of his leather gloves. His hips are ruthless as he continues to fuck into you a welcomed contrast to the slow twerking of your nipples between his fingers. Your hands move above you, gripping the handlebars, trying to steady yourself from the hard thrusts of Charles. His cock brushing against your g-spot as the arch of your back from the position makes him feel bigger. Your walls squeeze around him, making his eyes look down at you. He can see the way you throw your head back in euphoria. Your orgasm building and on the brink of breaking you apart.

He moves his one hand down the leather brushing against your clit and making your walls squeeze around Charles again as your moans pierce the air from the feeling.

“Charles” You moan out, your orgasm crashing over you from the way his cock thrusts into you, his fingers still rubbing against your clit as he continues to fuck into you. His hips faltering as you the end of your orgasm approaches, you feel his cum filling you and his fingers still rubbing against your clit as another orgasm washes over you. Your eyes filling with white stars as it does.

“Y/n, you okay?” you hear Charles ask, his lips brushing against your forehead.

“Yeah” you say, looking at Charles, seeing how he is already dresses, his helmet resting on the handlebars of the bike, yours in his hand as you look down, seeing your jeans have been put back on. You look at Charles again noticing the bright red lace that is peeking out of his pocket, smiling at the notion that Charles had stolen your panties to remind him of today.

Me:

[ladyperceval]

Friday 25/2 post preview

Y'all are in for a shock with this dirty one loveys. Here's a small preview of the drivers I have written so far.

Lando Norris-

You throw your head back a moan escaping you as you sink onto his length, enjoying the stretch of him filling you. His lips are quick, attaching to your neck as his hands grip your waist ensuring a steady and hard pace is maintained as he helps to lift you up and lower you onto his cock over and over again.

Mick Schumacher -

“Hi handsome.” You say, all shame leaving your body at the realization that Mick can help you live out his fantasy now. You just stare at him, your fingers coming up to your mouth as you suck on them, your hips gently moving against the car as you groan from getting some form of friction. With your now wet fingers you move them downwards towards your already hard nipple, squeezing it as you roll it between your fingers. Your other hand comes down onto the nose of the car, supporting you as you continue to move your hips against it.

Pierre Gasly-

“Touch yourself, and I will slow down.” Pierre says, glancing at you before glancing back at the road.

With a slight gulp you do as Pierre says, your hands pull your skirt up, before pulling your panties down, your fingers are quick in finding your clit, brushing across it and making you moan at the feeling of how wet you are.

Max Verstappen-

“Really Y/n?” Max said, his hands squeezing your waist when he saw that you had no panties on.

“What?” you ask, mimicking him from before, Max doesn’t say anything, instead he just pulls your hips up more, your legs resting over the seat now as his mouths comes down on your clit, sucking it and making you throw your head back in pleasure at the way he sucks it not his mouth.

Still to come:

Dani Ric

Max Fewtrell

Carlos Sainz

Charles Leclerc

Can't wait to see everyone's reaction to this one😘

Love you all

[ladyperceval]

Aww thank you so so much love🥰🥰

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @ladyperceval !!!!

You're amazing and I love your work!!

Your race calendar and revenge sex (of which I never get enough) are breathtaking

I really hope you get to be with Charles as his official lady(fingers crossed)

I just love you and hope this year all of your heart's (deepest and darkest) desires 😏 come true !!!