#interrupting the end of quali for her !

[princemick]

kyle's 3.5k follower celebration: lewis hamilton + white/gold + angelcore requested by @fagtrickbateman

[oldfashioned-lovergirl]

Kimi seb and fem reader threesome?

☽ LOVERS ROCK — sebastian vettel x fem!reader x kimi räikkönen

tags: rated E, threesome, smut, fluff, age gap, photographer!reader

note: i am probably months late but idk inspiration just struck me suddenly. this is set like around 2016.

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Qualifying went better than expected for the Ferrari team. You watched the two drivers end in 4th and 3rd position from the garage, in which, thanks to your ‘close friend of Sebastian’ privilege, you were allowed. You still weren’t officially Scuderia Ferrari’s photographer, but who knows, maybe considered all the pictures you took for them, one day they’ll hire you. Keep dreaming.

As soon as Seb took off his helmet, you ran to congratulate him and wish him luck for the race. You hugged him tight and he discreetly pushed you in an isolated corner behind the motorhome. He kissed you eagerly. Alright, maybe you were more than close friends. At least, you once were, until he finally found a way to romance you and take you in his bed. Nothing serious, just casual sex. That was how you discovered that your chemistry was unmatched.

As Sebastian had to go back to debrief with the engineers, your eye was caught by the monitor showing the post quali interviews. There was his teammate, Kimi Räikkönen, talking about his performance. He seemed unbothered, as always. His forehead was damp with sweat and the red suit made his broad shoulders look even wider. His composed and silent aura exuded masculinity. Sebastian was indeed a passionate lover and great friend, but sometimes, when you observed the two of them standing next to each other, your gaze lingered a bit too much on his teammate. He fascinated you. You never exchanged more than a few words with Kimi, but you wondered what he was like under that superficial layer of cold stares and reserved personality. You wondered what it would be like to pass a hand through that light blond hair and across that imperfect pale skin. Kimi was everything Sebastian wasn't: cold and mysterious, with a body that could have been sculpted from ice and sharp, nordic features.

Sometimes you found yourself staring at him. And some other times, you caught him staring back.

When you saw the man walk out of the frame, you hurried outside with your camera hanging on your neck. You took a picture of him striding in front of an enthusiastic red crowd pushing on the other side of the fence. Another one: a close up of his face. He looked handsome. These would go viral, if you hadn’t already decided to keep them to yourself.

The day after, the two Ferrari drivers were celebrating on the podium. Kimi in second place and Sebastian soon behind, a grin that lightened up the whole mass of Tifosi. It was almost scary how the fans cheered and screamed at them. The track burned red as they overran it, only interspersed by the team yellow symbol sparkling everywhere.

The two patted and complimented each other in the cool down room. “What a race! A big celebration awaits us tonight.” Happiness was written all over Sebastian’s face. After a few unsuccessful results, he could finally breathe.

Kimi smiled back at him.

“Wanna come over? I’ll be with Y/n.” The german suggested, lowering his tone.

The other shook his head. “Wouldn’t dare to interrupt anything.”

“Actually, I was offering you to join us.”

Kimi raised his thin eyebrow, thinking for some seconds to have misunderstood.

Seeing his unphased expression, Sebastian put an arm across his shoulder and pulled him closer. “Kimi, she’s basically been eating you with her eyes since the beginning of the season. And I bet you don’t feel any different. I mean I don’t blame you, have you seen her?” He chuckled.

The Finn remained in silence, pondering the suggestion for a moment. “Sure you don’t mind?”

“Not at all. You know I’d share anything with you.”

You threw your arms around Sebastian’s neck and kissed his cheek when you saw him approach you. “You were amazing out there!”

Seb held you tight, unable to stop smiling. You ruffled his curls.

“Can’t wait to celebrate” you smirked at him mischievously.

Sebastian reciprocated the look. “Listen, I was thinking,” he paused, almost unsure of his own words. “Kimi could come too if you’d like.”

You frowned, confused by his words. Maybe you misheard, you thought. “What?”

“Come on, Y/n, I’m not blind, I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

Oh, so he means… You lowered your gaze, taken aback by Sebastian’s realization, your cheeks red with embarrassment. “I–”

“It’s okay. I’m not jealous of Kimi.” He lifted your chin with his fingers and smiled softly. “I want it. You just make sure to be at my hotel tonight.”

You usually didn’t wear anything particular for your encounters with Sebastian. He knows you well and he doesn’t care how you dress. Besides, usually the clothes were off before he could even look at them. This time was different though. You chose a short dress and put a little bit of makeup on. You drove to Sebastian’s hotel, and in the elevator you were almost trembling with anticipation, your heart was beating fast. You still couldn’t believe it was reality, to have the two blond Ferrari drivers at your own sole disposal.

You walked up to the door and knocked. No one answered. What if he was joking?, you thought. No, he would never make fun of you like that. You knocked again and this time the door opened instantly.

Kimi Räikkönen was standing in front of you, in jeans and t-shirt, with a passionless face and piercing ice blue eyes. You fool, expecting to see Sebastian at the door of his own room.

He slowly eyed you up and down, without a word. Your face heated up. You weren’t that much shorter than him, but in that moment he seemed to tower over you. You suddenly felt so small and young under his gaze. If with Sebastian the age difference was already noticeable, with him the gap was even larger. You were just a simple girl, standing in front of a grown handsome man. And not just any handsome man. He was the last Ferrari champion.

“Delete those pictures” he demanded in a firm tone, bringing you back into reality.

How did he noticed?

You smiled amused and crossed your arms. “No.”

Kimi kept his scrutinizing look on you. You tried to hold eye contact but ended up looking away. Damn, his eyes. “Then give them to me.”

“Not for free.” You successfully managed to speak firmly too.

He grinned and leaned on the doorframe. You blushed again, against your will. “Whatever” he commented.

“Can I come in now?”

“Pictures first.”

You were starting to lose your patience. You didn’t come here to argue over photographs, why was he acting so rude?

A voice coming from inside the room interrupted your bickering. “Kimii, stop playing with her, let her in.” You recognize it as Sebastian’s. A wave of relief washed over you as you heard his familiar voice.

Kimi finally moved to the side, allowing you to sneak inside, brushing against his arm. The German was sitting on the bed, a glass of champagne in one hand. “We were just starting the celebration. Want some?” he offered.

You shook your head. It wasn’t exactly the case to get drunk.

He got up and put the glass on a table. The room was wide and elegant, the bed sheets were of a beautiful bordeaux. Your gaze scanned the room and curiously lingered on the bouquet of vivid red roses placed on the bed. Seb picked it up and handed it to you. “For you.”

Your expression softened and your lips curved in a smile, your mood changed completely. The atmosphere shifted from cold and awkward to romantic and familiar. You smelled the roses and held them close to your chest. “Thank you.”

“It’s Kimi you should thank,” he pointed at the older man. You turned and met his shy stance. He looked back at you with hands in his pockets. Well, that was unexpected. “Truce?” you suggested.

“Truce it is,” he replied. “Don’t forget to put them in the water when you get back.”

“Oh, so you want me here after all.”

He shrugged and made some steps closer. “Yeah, I guess. Still need the pictures though.”

“Sure, right” you couldn’t help but smirk at his attempts to break the tension, “so how do you wish to pay?” you teased.

He took the bouquet from your hands and put it aside. “How about we find out?” He took one of your hands and brought it to his lips, lightly kissing your palm. “One thing at a time.”

Your heart skipped a beat. So he does speak, huh. And with a heart melting accent. “Deal.” Your hand lingered on his cheek, and before you could realize what was happening, he pulled you in a kiss. A soft kiss, at first, that gradually became more and more bold. His mouth tasted like lemon and champagne. You may have dreamed of this.

While you were lost in the feeling of Kimi’s tongue dancing with yours, a pair of long lean hands overlined your hips, settling right next to Kimi’s. With a possessive grip, Sebastian spinned you around and claimed your lips, taking the air out of your lungs. They were so different in the way they kissed, yet somehow so similar. Both driven by a prevailing urge. You fought for dominance for a moment, but soon you were forced to give up. When you were alone with Sebastian it was a working technique, but it couldn’t be with the two of them.

Kimi had started to nibble at your shoulder,moving up to needily suck the skin of your neck, his gnarled big fingers roaming over your body. You melted into his embrace, feeling his strong, toned physique against yours, his hands exploring your body with a confidence that sent shivers down your spine.

As the kiss grew more intense, you found yourself sandwiched between them. You could feel their arousal pressing into you. They were like two magnets, pulling you into their orbit.

Seb started unzipping your dress. He made it slide off your shoulders, revealing your cleavage. He stroked your nipples with his thumbs through the thin fabric of your bra. Kimi’s hands traveled downwards, caressing your waist and making the rest of your dress fall on the ground. He grabbed your hips and pressed them hard against himself. The mix of their touches, so precise and coordinated, made you moan with pleasure.

When Sebastian broke the kiss, he raised his hand to cup Kimi’s jaw and captured his lips. To your surprise, they kissed fiercely and passionately, savoring each other and your taste in their mouths. That was the hottest thing you had ever seen.

In the meantime, the Finn ably untied your bra and soon after your panties were gone too. The both of them took a long sight at your naked body. You flushed, feeling exposed and observed, so you pulled Kimi’s shirt as a sign for them to get rid of their clothes too. They took off their shirts at the same time and closed even more the gap between your bodies, trapping your bare pelvis. They started to grind against you and you really felt the need to get them both out of their jeans.

Kimi's gaze was intense, his touch was surprisingly gentle. Sebastian, on the other hand, was a whirlwind of passion, his hands eager and explorative, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses along your collarbone.

Sebastian led you to the king-sized bed, the sheets a rich, velvety crimson that matched the desire in your eyes. As you lay there, exposed and vulnerable, a wave of excitement washed over you. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, your breaths coming in shallow gasps as you felt the weight of both men on the bed. Sebastian kissed his way down your body, his mouth moving to your breasts, tongue gently tugging at your nipples as he continued to drive you wild with pleasure, before moving lower. “Seb…” you called, urging him. You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed them to touch you more.

The moment was charged with an electric current, the air thick with lust. Sebastian's tongue continued its descent, teasing and licking until you were writhing beneath them. Kimi's hand reached out to stroke Sebastian's hair, a silent gesture of approval and affection that sent a jolt of arousal through you. You felt the bed shift as Kimi positioned himself above you, his icy eyes searching yours for consent, a softness in them that you hadn't seen before. You nodded, unable to find the words, and he took possession of your lips once again, bolder than before.

Sebastian's hands slid down to your thighs, spreading your legs open as he settled himself between them. His eyes were filled with adoration as he stared up at you, the tip of his tongue tracing the seam of your sex. You gasped into Kimi's mouth as Sebastian's tongue delved deep, the sensation overwhelming. Kimi's kiss grew rougher, more possessive, as if he wanted to claim every part of you, not just the ones that Sebastian was worshiping. The tension between the two men was palpable. As Sebastian's tongue flicked, you could feel Kimi's fingers tighten around your hip, his own need growing against your side with every moan you released into his mouth.

Kimi broke the kiss, his breath ragged and his eyes smoldering with desire. He whispered something in Finnish, a language that only he and Seb could understand. The younger man raised his chin from you and smirked at him, the heat in his gaze told you it was something filthy and delicious. You felt a thrill at being the center of their attention, the object of their shared desire.

You let out a sound of complaint as Sebastian left your inside and straightened up to sit. He caressed your leg in a reassuring gesture and kissed it. “Not yet, mein schatz.”

With a final, lingering kiss, Kimi positioned himself at your entrance, shoulder to shoulder with Sebastian. Oh… You shivered with anticipation at the thought of what was about to come. The wait was eating you inside. “Kimi, please,”

You felt the head of his cock nudge against you, the coldness of him surprising against your hot, slick flesh. “Say it.” His gaze fixed on your desperate, pleading, semi-closed eyes, while he teased you with his member.

“I need you” you couldn’t find the force to resist him, not even for a little bit.

Pleased by the way your answer was delivered, he pushed in slowly, filling you inch by inch as you gasped for air.

Sebastian's mouth found your clit again, his tongue swirling in perfect harmony with Kimi's movements. You moaned, the sensation of being stretched and pleasured by two men at once overwhelming and incredible.

Sebastian's more deep blue eyes locked onto yours, the intensity of them making you feel like you were the most important person in the world. His hand reached up to stroke Kimi's shoulder in a display of camaraderie that was as erotic as it was surprising. You wrapped your legs around Kimi's waist, urging him deeper, feeling the fullness of him inside you.

Kimi's hands found yours, his grip firm and reassuring. The mix of his coolness and Sebastian's warmth was intoxicating, a heady cocktail that sent you spiraling towards climax.

The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, muffled gasps, as Kimi began to thrust into you with a steady rhythm.

Kimi's strokes grew deeper, his pace increasing, and you could feel the tension coiling tightly within you. Sebastian's mouth returned to yours, sharing your gasps and moans as he kissed you with a ferocity that matched his friend's. And you realized with a thrill that this wasn't just about you - it was about the bond between the two men as well.

Their eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between them. Sebastian slid down the bed, taking Kimi's place between your legs.

"Mein engel," he murmured, his German endearment sending a warm shiver through you. His touch was kind, his fingers deftly preparing you for what was to come. You felt him line up with Kimi. The older mani withdrew, allowing Sebastian to fill you completely. You moaned, the sensation of being filled by both men now a reality, as Sebastian pushed in.

Kimi didn't move far, his body hovering over yours, his eyes never leaving yours. He leaned down, placing feather-light kisses along your jawline as Sebastian began to move inside you. The contrast between their touches was exquisite - one gentle, the other demanding. You felt like you were being worshiped by two gods.

Their breaths mingled with yours, the sound of their bodies moving together was sweet music to your ears. You could feel the love and friendship between them, the unspoken communication that allowed them to share you so intimately. It was a moment of pure, unbridled passion, a moment where you were the center of their universe.

And then, as if reading your mind, they switched again. Kimi slid back into you, his coldness now a welcome relief after Sebastian's warmth, his movements rougher.

Your eyes rolled back as Kimi hit that perfect spot, the one that made your back arch. Sebastian's hand found your clit, his thumb flicking it mercilessly as he kissed along your collarbone. You could feel the tension in their bodies, the need to release building as they pushed and pulled, filling you completely.

You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge as they both moved in unison, their combined efforts pushing you over the edge. You screamed out their names as you came, your body convulsing with pleasure, the sound echoing off the walls of the hotel room. They didn't stop, though, not even for a moment, continuing to move inside you, pushing you further. You could feel yourself tightening around them, the waves of pleasure crashing over you. And when you finally came down, panting and trembling, you knew that this night would be one you'd never forget.

With a final, deep thrust and a soft groan, Kimi roared out his climax, his entire body shaking as he emptied himself inside you. His grip on your hips tightened, his eyes never leaving yours, as if the connection was the only thing keeping him anchored. Sebastian watched with a mix of awe and lust, his own arousal clear in the way he pumped into you, his eyes glazed over with desire.

And then, it was Sebastian's turn. Despite your exhaustion, you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper, eager to feel him come apart as you had. With a final, guttural cry, he reached his climax, finally filling you too with his warmth, his body shuddering.

You lay there, feeling more alive than you ever had before, as they both stilled, their breathing ragged and their bodies slick with sweat. You felt cherished and loved, the lines between friendship and desire blurred into a beautiful tapestry of intimacy.

Sebastian pulled out of you gently, a look of pure adoration on his face as he collapsed beside you, his arm draped over your waist. Their release dripped out of you, sliding down your thigh. Kimi leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before rolling to your other side, his hand finding yours. The three of you lay there in silence, hearts racing, bodies entwined. You’d do anything to not let this be the last time with the two teammates, even if it meant for you to hide those pictures from Kimi forever.

[rcklessheavn]

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫 ── ★ ˙🏎️ ̟ !!

f1 driver!matt x influencer!reader au

summary: after influencer!reader is invited to give interviews at the grand prix event, she meets matt and everything changes for both of them.

intro pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

warnings: slight swearing, kissing

wc: 6.6k

notes: this is probably the longest chapter i've written, so i apologize if its boring

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫༉‧₊˚.

It's sunny in Monte Carlo and it's qualification day for the Monaco Grand Prix tomorrow. Later today we’ll find out who gets pole position, a certain advantage for a win in tomorrow's race.

You were on your way to the paddock for Day 2 of the F1 weekend. The sun was shining, and the Uber's speakers were reminding you that it was Qualifying Day. You were definitely excited, but you had agreed to meet Matt before Quali started, and now you were starting to panic a bit.

This morning, you met Hailey for breakfast at the hotel’s restaurant. You caught up on what happened the night before with her and Claudia.

“So… tell me what happened?” you asked, and Hailey just chuckled.

“First off, get your head out of the gutter. Nothing like that happened,” Hailey said, and you acted disappointed, which earned you a playful smack on the arm. She laughed. “And second, we just talked. Quite literally. We came back to the hotel, and apparently almost everyone is staying here, except for a few people who either live locally or prefer different hotels. We just hung out,” she finished, nodding.

“So… nothing juicy happened?” you asked, a bit too curiously.

Hailey laughed. “We almost kissed, but we decided to go on a proper date before jumping into anything like that.” She smiled as she clarified, and your heart fluttered in happiness for her.

"That's really nice, Hailey. I hope it works out." You smiled back at her, genuinely pleased.

"Thank you… Now, about you and Matt," Hailey said, her voice teasing as she leaned in with a grin. "I saw you two looking very cozy last night."

“First, we weren’t ‘cozy,’” you protested. “It was just banter—”

“Which you love,” Hailey interrupted, and you tried not to blush, because, yeah, you did love banter. It was hot.

“Which is not the point,” you said quickly, “and second, he just gave me a ride back to the hotel, that’s all.” You tried to drop the topic, but Hailey wasn’t having it. You ended up giving her a full rundown, and after a few teasing grins and jokes, you both dropped the subject. The conversation shifted to something else until it was time to leave.

But thinking about last night made you jittery. You weren’t sure what it meant. Was Matt a genuinely nice guy? Or was he just looking for a hookup? Or maybe your assumptions were just false hope, and it was all nothing more than a friendly interaction. Maybe your own delusions had gotten the better of you.

But you couldn’t think about that right now.

You arrived at the paddock, nerves buzzing in your chest. You were about to meet Matt soon, and maybe even another driver. 

Anything could happen…

As you stepped into the paddock, you immediately noticed it was much fuller today. More people, more reporters, more cameras. There was a flurry of movement everywhere. It was chaos—and it was only Quali Day.

You were walking alone, since Hailey had decided to meet Claudia outside the paddock. Apparently, she was helping her with the organization for tonight's party.

As you approached the Ferrari quarters—what you secretly liked to call them—you pulled out your digital camera to snap a few pictures. The memories were important. Everything looked perfect. The sky was a brilliant blue, the stans a sea of red, orange, and dark blue. Voices, laughter, music, and the roar of engines filled the air. It was all so alive, so electric.

While you were framing the perfect shot, someone bumped into you.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” a familiar voice said.

Your heart skipped a beat. You froze. You knew that voice. You had basically grown up with it.

You turned around, trying to hide the panic that threatened to take over, just in case it wasn’t actually him. But there he was. Standing right in front of you. Lewis Hamilton.

Not only that… he spoke.

Well duh. 

“It’s okay, I was on my way,” you said, your voice betraying you with a slight shake.

“Were you taking pictures?” he asked.

He was trying to make conversation with you. WHAT IS LIFE.

“Uhm, yes. For the memories, you know,” you replied, still in shock.

“Oh, I thought you were a photographer,” he said sweetly.

You chuckled awkwardly. “No, no. Just need proof I was here… you know, just in case I get dementia when I’m older,” you joked, immediately regretting it. Why did I say that?

He laughed, though. “So, if not a photographer, what do you do?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“Oh, I’m a content creator,” you answered, showing him your vlogging camera.

He nodded thoughtfully. “Were you invited by a brand or...?”

Why is he still talking to me?

“Ferrari, actually! I’m a big fan, and, well, I’ve made a few videos about them. They saw it, and now I’m here,” you answered, trying to act calm despite the chaos of your mind.

“Oh, cool! I’m glad you’re a fan. Usually, they invite people who are going viral right now, you know? Which is great, but fans have more passion,” he said sincerely, and somehow, you both started walking together.

“Yeah, I get that. I think I have that,” you chuckled, and he laughed along.

“I’m Lewis, by the way. So rude of me not to introduce myself,” he said, extending his hand with a smile.

“It’s not like you had to, anyway. I think I know who you are,” you joked, making him laugh.

“I’m—” you started, but before you could finish, someone screamed your name, making both you and Lewis turn.

Matt was walking toward you.

“Hey, you came!” he said, and then he acknowledged Lewis with a quick “Lewis,” before dabbing him up.

“What's up, mate,” Lewis greeted back, and then turned to you. “I’ll leave you two to it. Nice meeting you, Y/N. Hope to see you around,” he said, and you smiled.

“The pleasure was all mine. I’d wish you good luck, but, you know, who I’m rooting for,” you joked, and Lewis laughed before waving goodbye.

“Oh my god,” you breathed out, still in disbelief, and you heard Matt chuckle beside you.

“Don’t laugh. It’s not funny. I just met THE Lewis Hamilton,” you said, pointing a finger at Matt as a playful threat.

“Yeah… I don’t know if you know this, but I also have the same job as him,” Matt said with sarcasm, though there was a twinge of something else—jealousy? You couldn’t quite place it.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I just had a conversation with him… and he’s even hotter in person,” you whispered in disbelief, glancing around nervously to make sure no one was listening.

Matt rolled his eyes. “Aha. Are you buddies now?” His tone had shifted, a little annoyed.

You noticed his irritation and decided to tease him a bit. “Why? You jealous?” you tilted your head, a smug smile on your face.

“You want me to be jealous?” he shot back, his eye contact firm, an eyebrow raised. It was enough to make your heart skip, but you wouldn’t let him know that just yet.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you challenged, the back-and-forth banter causing your heart to race in ways you didn’t think were possible.

“You didn’t either,” he shot back, stepping a little closer to you.

Your heart could’ve burst out of your chest. You could’ve sworn his gaze flicked down to your lips, and in that moment, time seemed to freeze. Your mind raced, but you couldn’t pull your gaze away from him.

Does he want to kiss me? Nah that would be RIDICULOUS! Unless…

Wait- why is he leaning…

Really? Are we about to kiss infront the pit stop? How romantic. 

“Matt, hey!” a voice interrupted your thoughts and Matt immediately stepped a bit back. 

Oh shit… maybe he WAS about to kiss me. Whatever… 

You turned to see who the mysterious voice belonged to.

“Charles, what’s up?” Matt greeted, dabbing him up before his eyes landed on you.

“Oh hey, Y/N! It’s nice to see you again!” he said, leaning in for a hug. You returned it gracefully, trying to keep your cool.

“It’s nice to see you too. Ready for today?” you asked, doing your best to act normal. It wasn’t easy. Yes, you’d talked to him before, but he was still Charles Leclerc, and maybe one day you’d stop freaking out, but today was definitely not that day.

“Very ready. Love this track,” he said with a proud smile that you couldn’t help but mirror.

“Good, I’m rooting for you,” you replied, and he chuckled, which caused Matt to huff in mock offense. You turned to him, raising an eyebrow.

“What about me?” he asked, pretending to be offended that you hadn’t mentioned him.

“Maybe,” you teased, “but I won’t say a word, or your annoying, cocky smile will never disappear.”

Charles burst out laughing, and Matt fought back a smile, realizing how true that actually was.

“Anyway,” Charles said, composing himself, “I was coming over to ask if you were having lunch with us…” He looked at Matt for a moment, then turned to you. “But now that you’re here, why don’t you join us?”

Your breath caught in your chest. Did he just ask me to lunch?

“Me?” you asked, needing to double-check in case your delusions were acting up again.

“Yeah!” he replied, as if it wasn’t the most life-changing question anyone could ask.

“Uhm, sure, why not?” you said, your confidence slowly creeping back in. “Just let me tell Hailey before she starts looking for me,” you added, trying to sound casual.

Both Matt and Charles nodded, drifting into their own conversation to give you some privacy.

I'm going to grab lunch with Matt and Charles Trying not to puke at the fact that i just sent you that HOLY SHIT‼️‼️

OMG?!?!? Have fun and try not to shit your pants💀💀 I'll catch up with you for quali!!! 

You put your phone away and turned to the guys. “Ok, let's go,” you said casually.

This was going to be interesting. 

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“So, who’s eating lunch with us?” you asked as you walked into the lunchroom. You guessed this place was reserved for drivers and crew when they wanted a bit of privacy. It wasn’t too big, but big enough to feel comfortable. The walls were decorated like a retro café, which gave the room a cozy vibe.

“I’m offended. Isn’t our company enough?” Charles said, his tone playful with mock hurt.

“Yeah, you both bore me already,” you shot back, making Charles laugh. Matt, however, stayed unusually quiet. You couldn’t help but notice how he seemed a little distant, his attention fixed on the conversation between you and Charles.

Was he… jealous?

He quickly dismissed the thought. You’d just met, so there was no reason to be. But, damn it, he was interested in you—more than he cared to admit. He wanted you all to himself, but he didn’t want to come off as too forward. But oh well, fuck it.

“What do you guys do here, anyway? Is this like a ritual or something?” you asked, cutting through Matt’s train of thought.

“Well, not a ritual per se,” Charles started with a smirk.

“We just don’t get to see each other that often,” Matt continued, now eager to join the conversation. “I mean, we SEE each other and talk every now and then, but we don’t get to catch up or talk about anything besides racing on a daily basis,” he explained.

“And Monaco is always the race we all want to win,” Charles added, a sense of pride in his voice. “So the day before the race, we usually come up here for brunch, catch up, eat, you know, just interact like actual human beings—not just drivers fighting each other for the championship.”

“Exactly,” Matt chimed in. “We love what we do, but there’s so much pressure and rivalry between teams. Sometimes we just need a break, a breather. This is that.”

“And does everyone come up?” you asked, genuinely curious about the tradition.

“Depends,” Charles said. “Sometimes it’s all of us, sometimes just a few.”

You smiled to yourself, feeling the warmth of their tradition. It was a nice break from the chaos, the cameras, and the pressure they were always under. Besides, it was nice to have a moment of peace, away from the Netflix crew and all the prying eyes. No one was allowed here except them.

A hand suddenly landed on Matt’s shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts. You looked up to find Max Verstappen grinning down at Matt.

“Hey, man,” Max greeted.

“Hey, Max! What’s up?” Matt stood and gave him a hug. They clearly had a much closer relationship than the media let on, especially with all the rumors about their rivalry for the World Championship title.

“This is our new friend, Y/N,” Matt said, motioning toward you. “Y/N, this is Max.”

You stood up and stretched out your hand. “Hi, it’s so nice to meet you,” you said, almost a little too excited. How could you not be? It was MAX VERSTAPPEN.

I need to get a grip if I'm gonna meet every driver here, holy shit.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Max said with a friendly smile. “Are you Matt’s girlfriend?” he asked, the question coming out sweetly.

You immediately blushed, and to your surprise, Matt did the exact same behind Max. If anyone could see him right now, they’d definitely have a laugh.

You huffed out a nervous laugh. “No, um, we just met yesterday. I’m here with Ferrari, doing media and stuff. Charles and Matt just invited me to join. They’re trying to be nice so I don’t spill their secrets,” you joked, and Max chuckled.

“Well, it’s nice to have you here. Hope you enjoy it,” Max said as he sat down in front of Charles, immediately diving into their conversation.

After a few minutes, more drivers trickled in. You greeted a few of them, but didn’t dive into conversations just yet. The whole thing felt a bit overwhelming. Everyone you’d seen on TV was now right in front of you. You had to hold in your excitement to avoid freaking anyone out.

As the minutes passed, your anxiety slowly started to build. Matt noticed your growing discomfort and placed a supportive hand on your arm.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice just above a whisper. “We can go outside if you’re feeling uncomfortable.”

The warmth from his touch sent a flutter through you. You smiled at him, feeling a sense of relief. “No, it’s fine. I’m just trying to wrap my head around all this,” you admitted, and Matt immediately understood.

“Okay, but don’t hesitate to tell me if you get uncomfortable,” he said. You could feel his sincerity, and you were grateful for it. His sweet gesture didn’t go unnoticed.

“Thanks,” you said quietly, appreciating his kindness.

“So, Y/N, do you play padel?” Lando Norris asked with a grin, catching your attention from across the table. And just like that, you found yourself talking about padel for the next 30 minutes—and with an invite to their next session.

What has my life come to? And how am I fitting in with all of them?

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It had been about an hour and a half since everyone had arrived. Lunch was over, and now everyone was laughing and joking, their conversations light and fun. They were all so funny, and you couldn’t help but enjoy yourself.

The conversations slowly started to wrap up as a few of them headed off for press duties, while others made their way to various sessions. Now, it was just you and Matt, with only a few minutes before he had to leave.

“So…” he started.

“So…” you echoed, both of you laughing.

“How are you feeling now? Still intimidated by F1 drivers?” he teased, his grin wide, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“First, I wasn’t intimidated,” you shot back, “I was just mind-blown about how my life has come to this. And second, I’m feeling pretty great right now. Lowkey, I feel like I could beat you in a race or something.”

You stood up from the table, Matt following suit, trying to bite back a grin.

“Oh really?” he said, his tone turning playful. He quickly made his way to the door and opened it for you.

“Really,” you said, laughing. “Name the day, and I’ll race you.” You shot him a sly grin as you walked through the door, silently thanking him for being so considerate. Matt walked beside you, his laughter echoing through the corridor. You took a quieter alleyway to avoid the prying eyes of paparazzi. Matt didn’t want you to feel overwhelmed.

“Are you serious right now?” he asked, sounding a bit too excited. “Cause I swear I’ll book a day for you to try and drive.”

You burst out laughing. “Matt,” you said, still chuckling, “You really think I’m capable of driving like you?” He shrugged, unfazed. “Well, you’re wrong. Also, I think that’s not even allowed.”

“Well, yeah, you’re right, it isn’t,” he admitted with a smile. “But that offer from last night still stands, you know?” His voice had softened, a hint of flirtation in it.

“Really?” you asked, stepping a little closer. You could feel the tension building, and you were eager to keep up with his playful tone.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice low and sincere. He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

“I’d gladly accept,” you replied, your voice quieter now. “I just don’t know when that would happen.”

Matt smirked. “Don’t worry about it,” he whispered, stepping a little closer. Just as you were about to get even closer, the door behind you swung open, and Nate stepped out, his eyes widening when he saw the two of you standing so close.

“Matt—oh, shit sorry, dude… They need you in five minutes,” Nate said, his voice a little flustered, clearly not expecting to find you and Matt so close just yet.

“Got it,” Matt said, quickly pulling away from you. You both straightened up, flustered and trying to act normal. For a second there, it looked like you might have kissed, in the most unromantic of places. But could you blame him? No. You were dying to kiss the man, especially when he looked like that.

“Uhm, sorry about that,” Matt interrupted your thoughts, scratching the back of his neck. “You can stay here if you want to watch the behind-the-scenes of practice before quali.”

He gave you a soft smile, his hand resting on the corner of your jacket. It was a simple gesture, but each time you glanced down at it, your stomach did somersaults.

“No, it’s fine,” you replied with a reassuring smile. “I’ve got last night’s vlog to edit for Ferrari and some footage for my YouTube channel. I’ll be pretty entertained up there.”

“Are you sure?” Matt asked, a little hesitant. “Nick and Chris slept in after going out last night, but they’ll be here in an hour. You can call Nick if you don’t want to be alone or—” He rambled, clearly concerned about your comfort.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Matt, it’s fine. I’ll be okay. I really need to edit anyway.” You placed a reassuring hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat speed up beneath your palm. It was adorable. 

“Okay, okay, cool,” he said, his tone softening. “But, uh, do come down for quali, alright? I’ll tell Nate to set you up in the back so you can get a closer look. Don’t say no, because I really want you there.”

His cheeks were tinted pink now, and his nervousness was obvious. You could feel your heart flutter at the vulnerability he was showing, and it made you like him even more.

“Uhm, yeah, that would be cool… Thanks, Matt.” You gave him a big smile. “Now, go before they come in here and scold you.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you later” he says clearly, stalling you, but you were both fully aware that he really did need to go.

“Yes. Now go,” you teased, trying to hide your smile. He waved one last time before disappearing through the door, and you walked up the stairs, still smiling brightly.

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After hours of editing, your Ferrari vlog had been approved and uploaded. The response was overwhelming—everyone was buzzing about the fact that you were invited by Ferrari. No one had expected it, and it was blowing up across all your socials. Apparently, you were more likable than you’d thought. Your vlog had already been partially edited, including the small clips you managed to film during your free time.

Now, it was time for qualifying. Hailey, Nick, and Chris were already in the garage with you. After a quick coffee and some casual conversation upstairs, 15 minutes later, you were all settled in the back of the Ferrari crew area, getting ready to watch qualifying. Matt was still in an interview, so for now, it was just you and your friends catching up on the day. Hailey was still amazed you were surviving after befriending almost every driver in the paddock.

A few minutes later, Matt entered the room to say hi, with his crew starting to prepare for him. Once he began suiting up, you walked over to him.

“You better get pole,” you said as you approached him, startling him slightly.

He looked stressed, but when he saw you, his expression softened, and a smile spread across his face. It was incredible how you seemed to have that effect on him—how just your presence could ground him. And it was crazy, considering you’d only met less than 24 hours ago.

“No pressure, of course,” you added with a playful smile, making him chuckle.

“Oh yeah, no pressure whatsoever,” he replied, sarcasm clear in his voice.

“You know what I mean,” you teased, and his smile softened, his eyes meeting yours for a moment.

“I’ll try my hardest,” he said quietly. He was a great driver, and with three race wins under his belt, he was tied with Max Verstappen. The pressure was on, but you knew he was capable.

“I know you’ll do great, I believe in you,” you said sincerely. You’ve been watching him since he joined F1 in 2020, debuting with Haas and then being recruited by Ferrari the next year, where he won his first race, and has been fighting for the world championship against Max since then. You knew how much potential he had.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice low, as if he didn’t fully believe you. You could sense the doubt he carried, the weight of his inner struggles despite knowing his potential.

Seeing his hesitation, you felt the urge to do something about it. You stepped closer to him, swallowing your nerves. “Matt, trust me, okay? I believe in you.” Your voice was soft as you kissed his cheek. “Good luck,” you added, flashing him a warm smile before stepping back toward your friends, trying to act casual.

Matt stood there, stunned for a few moments, his hand lightly grazing his cheek where your kiss lingered. His face flushed, and his smile grew brighter by the second. Somehow, that simple gesture felt like the most perfect thing you could have done for him in that moment. Now, he had even more reason to push for pole position.

He gave you a quick, playful smile and a wink as he slid into his car. Your cheeks flushed, and you quite literally felt the need to twirl your hair and kick your feet. 

I wish I was joking.

Nate gave you a pair of headphones as per Matt’s request, he somehow knew you would want a pair but would be scared to ask for one. They were lighter than you expected, and you couldn’t help but giggle when you heard Matt’s voice crackling through the radio: “Radio check.”

The engine roared to life, and you lifted your head, watching Matt’s car zoom away. You took a deep breath, hoping for the best—because that was all you could do right now.

The lap passed in a blur. The sounds of the cars and the occasional instructions from the radio filled your ears: “Alright, Matt, that’s good pace,” “You can push now,” “Mode push.” The words “Copy” from Matt every time became almost comforting as you hung on to each moment, your excitement growing.

And then you heard it—the moment you had been waiting for.

“Alright, Matt, that’s pole position.”

Your body froze in shock and excitement, and then you exploded into celebration, hugging Hailey, then Nick and Chris. This was huge. Ferrari had a 1-2: Matt on pole and Charles in second. It was exactly what everyone needed—especially in Monaco.

As Matt’s car came back to the garage, you couldn’t contain your excitement any longer. You rushed toward him as he jumped out of the car, and without thinking, you embraced him. He was momentarily caught off guard, but then he hugged you back, holding you tightly. It was a moment neither of you could describe, but it felt like everything.

You pulled back quickly, realizing you might’ve crossed a boundary, and flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry,” you stammered.

“Don’t be,” Matt said, chuckling as he tried to tame his wild hair. “I needed that.”

Before you could respond, Nick and Chris were on him, hugging him and congratulating him, with Hailey trailing behind. The excitement in the air was contagious.

Once the congratulatory hugs ended, Matt locked eyes with you and silently asked for another hug. Without a second thought, you gave it to him.

“I knew you could do it,” you whispered, your voice soft, just for him to hear.

Matt didn’t reply, but his arms tightened around you, pressing you closer as if he didn’t want to let go. You didn’t need words from him. You understood exactly what he was saying in that moment.

“Alright, Matt,” Nate said, breaking the moment. “We’ve got a press conference before you’re free for the party tonight.”

Matt reluctantly pulled away from you, looking at you apologetically.

“I’ll see you tonight, right?” he asked, his voice full of hope.

You nodded, smiling brightly at him.

“Of course,” you said, trying to keep the excitement in check as you watched him walk away. Your stomach fluttered with anticipation for what the night might hold.

Together, you all took an Uber back to the hotel to get ready for tonight's party, the excitement of the day lingering in the air.

It was nearly 7 p.m., and you and Hailey were both getting ready after an hour of doom-scrolling through TikTok. Walking around the paddock all day had been exhausting, and you both needed at least an hour of nothing before the party. Now, as you were deep into hair and makeup, your outfits laid out on the bed, the atmosphere felt more relaxed. Tonight wasn’t a formal event; it was a casual party, and both of you were ready for some fun. Hailey had chosen a sleek black two-piece set, while you went with a white one—both of you in different styles, but perfect for the occasion.

“Listen, I don’t even know what’s going on,” you said, as you dabbed on concealer, your hair already styled the way you wanted it. “Yes, I like him. I wouldn’t mind having fun with him, and I think he feels the same… at least I hope so. So, yeah. That’s basically it.”

“Okay, but be careful, yeah? I like the guy, but he’s still a guy,” Hailey said, finishing up her hair and opening her makeup bag.

“Yeah, I know. Thanks, Hailey,” you replied. A comfortable silence settled between you, both of you lost in your thoughts, the soft background music providing the only soundtrack to your preparations.

By 7:30, you were both ready, heading downstairs for the night’s party. The event was hosted at the hotel, so there was no rush to find each other. You could both just enjoy yourselves.

Walking into the party was like stepping into another world. The lights were bright, the music was thumping, and three open bars were serving drinks to an enthusiastic crowd. People were dancing and chatting everywhere. It was definitely going to be an interesting night. You said quick hellos to a few creators and drivers you’d met earlier, then made your way to one of the bars. You needed just a little liquid courage—not enough to get a hangover tomorrow, but enough to work up the nerve to talk to Matt... and maybe make a move.

After grabbing your drink, you scanned the room, searching for familiar faces, and spotted Nick and Chris across from you, deep in conversation with someone. You made your way over, waving at them.

“Hey, guys,” you greeted, catching their attention. They turned to look at you, and you immediately recognized the familiar face beside them.

���Oh! Hey, Lando!” you said, grinning as you saw who it was.

“Hey, Y/N!” they all greeted in unison, making you laugh. “You look great,” Lando added with a smile, causing your cheeks to heat up.

“Thanks, you too,” you replied with a smile, trying to ignore the blush creeping up your neck. A comfortable silence followed for a few moments, and before Nick could speak, the beat of a song you all loved filled the speakers.

“OH MY GOD, LET’S DANCE!” Chris screamed, practically running toward the dance floor. You laughed as Nick quickly followed him, and before you knew it, Lando turned to you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Wanna go dance?” he asked, extending his hand in a playful gesture. You couldn’t help but chuckle, taking his hand with a smile.

“I’d love to,” you replied, as the two of you joined the others on the dance floor.

As you danced, the night seemed to drift by, the music and the energy around you filling your senses. But soon, your thoughts wandered, and you began to wonder where Matt was. Just as you started to think about it, you felt a hand settle on your hip, causing you to jump slightly. But the voice that followed immediately put you at ease.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Matt said, and you turned to see him standing there, his grin lighting up his face.

“Matt! I was starting to wonder where you were!” you said, immediately pulling him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly.

“Aww, you were already missing me?” he teased, his tone cocky as he pulled away from the hug, a pleased smirk on his face.

“Ha ha, don’t get cocky with me now,” you teased back, a grin on your lips.

“Why? You love it,” he said, before turning to greet his brothers and friends who were also dancing nearby. When he looked back at you, his eyes took you in fully, and his jaw visibly dropped. He didn’t care if you noticed; he couldn’t hide his admiration.

“Has anyone told you how gorgeous you look tonight?” he asked, his voice sincere. His words made you blush, your cheeks warming as you fidgeted with your hair.

“No, no, don’t hide from me now,” Matt said, his thumb gently lifting your chin, guiding you to meet his gaze. “Come with me?”

Before you could say anything, you simply nodded, and he led you away from the crowd, pulling you into a quieter area of the garden. It was peaceful here, the sounds of the party faint in the distance, replaced by the soft rustle of the trees. Fairy lights twinkled above, casting a warm glow over everything. The light wrapped around you like a soft blanket, making you feel like the center of attention—and not in an overwhelming way. It was peaceful, serene, and exactly what you needed. In this moment, you were the one and only golden trophy he wanted to win.

“So, how’s it been? Have you enjoyed your stay in Monaco?” he asked as you both walked up to the parapet of the terrace, overlooking the marina. The view was breathtaking, and you smiled, taking in the beauty of it all.

“I’ve loved it. Monaco is beautiful, and the whole grand prix experience has been so amazing, I wish I didn’t have to go back home and watch everything again on my tv” you say, taking in the view with a slight chuckle as you thought of your life after this trip, Matt coming up behind you. Resting both of his hands on either side of you. 

“You don’t have to” Matt said, his voice almost whispering, sending chills down your spine, making your breath hitch. 

“Yes I do.” you say a bit confused after properly registering his words. “It’s not like I could just hop on a plane with you and watch every race.” you joke. 

He shrugs “Who says you can’t?” he asks and you turn around to look at him confused. His body was way closer than you had expected. 

“I do” you try not to stutter as you speak. You couldn't help it, he was right there, so close. The air between you hot and heavy. 

“Then you're really mistaken, pretty girl” he says, as he tucked a hair behind your ear. He's so close now, his hand still gently cupping your chin, tilting it up, his eyes locked on yours, his breath coming in small, quick gasps. “Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice lower than you expected. You nodded.

Good fuck, if he doesnt do something right now I will jump off.

He lets out a husky chuckle in response, his hand sliding down your neck and cupping your waist, pulling you closer to him as he gently pressed you against the terrace. He leans in, his lips hovering just above yours, his breath hot on your skin. He can feel your lips so close to his that they’re practically brushing against them with every word. The anticipation is almost too much to handle. He takes a shaky breath, his heart racing at the thought of what might happen next.

"Can I?” He asks and you nod, scared of what will come out of your lips. 

He doesn’t waste a second. The moment you nod your head, he closes the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours hungrily. The kiss is fierce and desperate, every ounce of want and desire he feels for you poured into it.

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, wanting to feel every bit of you against him. The kiss becomes more intense as he pulls you even closer, his body molding against yours perfectly. His hands wander, exploring the planes of your back, the curves of your waist, needing to touch every inch of you. He can’t get enough of you, and his kisses become more heated and passionate, a desperate need for more taking over him.

His hands slide up to your hair, tangling in the soft strands and tugging gently as he deepens the kiss, his tongue seeking out yours. A soft moan escaped your lips, a sound of pleasure and desire mixed together in a perfect harmony.

Then you realized what is happening and quickly break the kiss “Matt” you say breathless

He felt you quickly pull away, breathless as you said his name. He was so lost in the moment, all he wanted to do was take more of you, but he held back, his breathing heavy and uneven as he replied “Why did you stop?”

“We can’t” you simply say, but you break out in a small chuckle as you realize what just happened. 

“Why not?” he chuckled softly, trying to steady his breath as he spoke. He had been so lost in you, he had completely forgotten about everything else. 

“Because you need to focus” you chuckle back. You didn’t pull away because you didn’t want to continue, but because you feared you could affect Matt’s concentration for tomorrow. 

“Yeah? Maybe this will help me focus more” He brought his hand up and gently ran a thumb over your cheek, his voice remaining low and intimate as he spoke. “Can I ask you something?” he asked and you nodded, apparently your ability to say ‘yes’ was gone. “Do you want me to kiss you again?”. 

You stayed absolutely silent. Because you wanted to, but it wasn’t the time to continue. 

He chuckled under his breath, enjoying the effect his words were having on you. You were trying to hold your ground, but he could see the desire in your eyes.

“Come on, baby. Use your words. Do you want me to kiss you again?”

“Ugh! fuck it.” you say under your breath then rolled your eyes as you pulled him in to kiss you again. He felt a rush of pleasure shoot through him as you pulled his head and made him kiss you. He was taken completely by surprise, but he quickly responded to your move, his grip on your waist shifting and his body pushing further into you as he kissed you hungrily.

He continued to kiss you hungrily, his hand from your waist now running up your back as he pushed you even further into the border behind you, his other hand gripping you tightly as he felt the desire growing between you both. He deepened the kiss even more, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. He could feel his body aching for more, his arousal growing with every touch, but he held himself back, fighting the urge to push things any further. He knew he needed to stay in control, even if every part of him wanted to give in to the desire. 

You both parted away when you heard footsteps approaching. You both did not want to risk any scandal just yet. You both looked at each other and laughed, then you reached for your phone to look at the time and you saw a very drunk text from Hailey pop up.

Hiiiiii 🙂🙃😉😘🥰😍😗 I gut do drjuk i nedd asssiytabce  I loveeeeeee uoouuuuuuu 

You chuckle at the text and look up at Matt. “Hailey is shitfaced drunk in the hotel room, I really don’t want to leave but I can’t leave her alone” you give him an apologetic look, and he gives you an understanding smile. 

“It’s okay, your friend needs you... besides, I think I’m going to find my brothers and head to bed too,” he said, his tone playful. “You know, race tomorrow and all that.”

You chuckled. “Oh, yeah, right.” You both laughed. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You flashed him one last smile before turning to walk away. But then, you felt a hand on your arm pulling you back.

“You really thought you’d leave without a goodnight kiss?” Matt said, a mischievous grin on his face as he gently pulled you toward him, crashing your lips together once more. But this kiss was different. It was soft, tender, the kind that lingered long after it ended. You both wanted that.

He pulled away, smiling down at you. “I’ll see you tomorrow, pretty girl,” he said, before heading off, leaving you standing there.

Once the haze of the kiss wore off, you took a deep breath, still floating, and walked back into the hotel. Matt was no longer in sight, but you couldn't stop the smile that spread across your face as you made your way to your room.

WHAT IS LIFE.

a story by rcklessheavn

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Could you please write something when isn’t doing well after a few bad races and when you have a call with Gigi she suggests too bring Lando too Pennsylvania to have some down time you didn’t think of that between the busy live of New York, Monaco and race weekends you always forget about Pennsylvania with the old house and the big garden with the forest right next to it with the girls running around laughing like there is nothing in the world too worry about maybe that’s exactly the thing you need right now. And so a few days later you all sit together before the fireplace the first night you sit on Landos lap wearing you’re Eagles Jacket you can’t remember the last time you laughed so hard or seen Lando so free the girls took hold of him the moment they saw him again they’re little faces lit up with excitement they say there is nothing as pure as the love of children and when you saw Landos reaction to the bone crushing hug they gave him you think that this is the best medicine in the whole wide world.❤️

Lando hadn’t been doing great lately. Race after race, it felt like everything that could go wrong did. A slow pit stop here, a bad quali session there, a crash that wasn’t even his fault... you could see it in his eyes, how much it weighed on him. And no matter how many times you told him it wasn’t the end of the world, he still carried the losses like heavy stones in his chest.

It broke your heart to watch him like that.

One evening, while you sat curled up on your couch in New York with your phone pressed to your ear, venting to Gigi, she interrupted your ramble with an idea.

"Why don’t you bring him here?" she said, her voice warm and soothing. "Come to Pennsylvania. Bring him to the old house. Let him just… breathe. Let the girls run circles around him for a while. It’ll do him good. It’ll do you good too."

You blinked, stunned you hadn't thought of it yourself. Between the hectic chaos of life between New York, Monaco, and the relentless cycle of race weekends, you always forgot about Pennsylvania. About the old family house with the creaky floors and the sprawling backyard that bled into the woods. About the lazy afternoons where the only sounds were laughter and the wind through the trees. About the life that felt a thousand miles away from everything stressful and loud.

Maybe that was exactly what you both needed.

A few days later, you pulled into the long gravel driveway, the house standing proud and familiar against the late afternoon sky, smoke curling from the old stone chimney.

You barely had time to shut off the car before the front door burst open and the girls came sprinting out, screaming your names like they hadn't seen you in a year instead of a couple of weeks.

Khai reached you first, throwing herself into your arms. Lea wasn’t far behind—but this time, she launched herself straight at Lando.

For a second, you thought he might fall over from the sheer force of her hug. But instead, he just laughed, wrapping both arms around her, lifting her right off the ground like she weighed nothing. His whole face lit up in a way you hadn’t seen in weeks.

They say there’s nothing purer than the love of children, and watching it happen right in front of you—seeing Lando’s whole body relax under the crushing affection of two small girls—you believed it.

Maybe Gigi really was a genius.

That night, after dinner and way too many s’mores by the outdoor firepit, you found yourself curled up in the cozy living room, the fire crackling warmly in the hearth.

The girls were sprawled out on the rug, half-asleep from running around all afternoon, their soft breathing filling the quiet room. Your dad and Gigi sat side-by-side on the couch, nursing mugs of tea, looking as content as ever.

And you? You were perched on Lando’s lap in one of the big old armchairs, wearing your worn Eagles jacket over your pajamas, your hair smelling faintly of smoke and marshmallows.

Lando’s arms were lazily wrapped around your waist, his cheek resting against the top of your head. His body was warm against yours, steady and safe.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d laughed as hard as you had today—watching Lando get tackled during tag, or lose a very intense game of hide-and-seek because Khai had somehow convinced him to be the tree.

But more than that, you couldn’t remember the last time you saw Lando this free.

Not thinking about lap times or tire degradation or media scrums. Not worrying about disappointing anyone. Just existing. Just being.

And it hit you—maybe this was the real magic. Not fixing what was broken. Just reminding him of everything he still had. Everything that would always be waiting for him when the rest of the world got too loud.

You looked up slightly, seeing the way the firelight danced over his face, softening the shadows under his eyes. You smiled to yourself.

This was the best medicine in the world. And he didn’t even know he needed it.

Maybe you didn’t either.

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THE ALCHEMY – Paul Aron x Y/N

Hey ! I've written some new stuff ! This is a Paul Aron x reader inspired by the song The Alchemy by Taylor Swift. As always, if there's any mistakes please tell me. Hope you like it :)

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Paul was one of the best rookies the F2 championship had seen in a while. Having at least one podium every weekend, leading the championship... The list of achievement was long, enough to make Mercedes regret their decision of letting him go. Having one the F1 team practically begging for you to back to their academy was a great feeling but something was missing. Something that would make enough impact for him to be considerate in the F1 seats for the next season.

His maiden win

He wanted to come out on the market as a winner and not only a good driver. He would prove to everyone that he could go to F1. He wanted to bash Mercedes and go elsewhere. He had the car, the talent, the confidence, he just needed the moment. Now, for the Silverstone Grand Prix, he was more determined than ever. Especially with his girl in the crowd.

Y/N and Paul were high school sweethearts. They met in an assemble one time, becoming friends, best friends. Eventually, one time after class, Paul had the confidence to ask the girl on a date. You could say it went well. They were now together for almost 3 years. When they graduated, Y/N started going to Uni, she wanted to become an engineer in motorsport. She could not attend all of Paul’s races, but they made it work. She went to one or two weekends and Paul would always fly back to Tallinn. They supported each other like no one. Paul would always talk about your great achievements in Uni and Y/N could not stop yapping about her boy leading the F2 Championship. She was more than exited to finally come to a race. The finals ended and she was enjoying her break. Paul and she choose Silverstone as their together race weekend.

They took the plane to London early in the week to spend a few days off. Enjoying the beauty of England, shopping, chilling together. They got I ❤️ London matching shirts, took pictures, ate in restaurants. Living like a normal couple. Sometimes, a fan or two would interrupt their time but they were the kindest heart, always took the pictures and chatted a little.

Friday came fast. Paul was in the Hitech motorhome, preparing his qualification session, putting his fireproofs on, training his reflexes, revising the track. Y/N was chilling on the couch, watching her boy. He settled newt to her, leaning in her touch as she started brushing his blonde curls.

“You’re going to kill this, love!” she said. They cuddled on the couch for a long time before the quali. Inevitably, Paul had to go in the car. Y/N followed him, helping with his helmet, reassuring him as much as she could.

He went out in quali, easily passing Q1 with the best time. He continued the quali confident, setting yet again the best time in Q2. Then in Q3, he pushed the car to the limit, setting an incredibly good lap. Ollie came with a better lap just after. With only 1:00 left, Paul went and pushed the car again. He gained time in every sector, hopping it would be enough to take the pole. As he finished his lap, his engineer screamed in the radio:

“AND THAT’S POLE POSITION,1.2 SECOND AHEAD OF P2!”

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The result of the sprint race was okay. With the reversed grid he was starting P10 and finished P7, grabbing points for his standing. The feature race was starting. From the Hitech garage, Y/N was staring at the screen, hoping that nothing would disturb her boy’s race. He was leading, putting time between him and the second driver. The pit stop was quick, and he did not lose any position just time between him and Ollie who tried to get him. She was holding her breath for the last ten laps. Everything was going so well. Ollie was far behind. Y/N knew it was over for him to try for P1. Paul was pushing even more than before, getting the fastest lap and even more time on Ollie. He crossed the finish line as first and Y/N started crying. She ran outside the garage with the engineers and team. They started chanting his name as he parked behind the P1 sign. He ran over to the team, lifted in the air by all the mechanics. Ollie and Kimi arrived in P2 and P3 and joined the celebration. Even if they were rivals now, they still are teenage boys and best friend. Paul was so involved in his team and friends’ celebrations; he didn’t saw his girlfriend before he climbed the first step of the podium. The tears were still flowing Y/N’s cheeks as the Estonian anthem resonated. She was so proud of her boyfriend. As soon as the anthem ended, Ollie and Kimi grabbed their Champagne bottle and opened them in sink to spray the winner. Paul was drenched in champagne by his friends, eyes closed, stepping down the podium, blinded by the alcohol. He finally managed to dry his face, opening his eyes again. He saw his girl with his team, and he knew he could not wait any longer. He ran down the stairs to the track, leaving Ollie, Kimi, his trophy on the podium. He grabbed Y/N and put her down in front of him. Her hand on his cheeks, his hands in her hair, the slight smell of champagne in the air, the people watching.

“I’m so proud of you, love” she said pressing her forehead against his.

“You’re my lucky charm, Kallis!” He responded before kissing his girlfriend.

The moment was truly magical, like a Disney kind of kiss. All romantic with their friends, the team, the public cheering for them. All of this ruined by Kimi’s idea of pouring the rest of his champagne bottle on the young couple from the podium. Paul and Y/N laughed it off, they could not care more when they were having the moment of their life, looking at each other with the biggest heart eyes.

[schuministyles]

Hii can you do an imagine with mick about yn and him being at a gp and being photographed together hugging, and fans just completely loving her

Love your blog:)

No photos, please. (MS47)

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Notes: Hi, I'm back with a Mick one shot, a Well deserved one after the amazing race yesterday. He finally got points! I'm super proud of him.

Hope you enjoy it dear anon, I really enjoyed writing it.

Warnings: Anxiety and Panic attack symptoms. Nothing more. Mick is a sweetheart that I love with my entire heart ♡.

Mick always wanted you to feel comfortable when you were around during GP weekends, since his first year in F2 when you started dating.

And for that to be a reality he suggested that you had a private but not secret relationship, he wanted everybody to know that he was taken but he didn't want anybody sneaking into your privacy.

The plan actually was successful from the beginning, you were happy and he was happy, but then F1 came along, a lot more of media to hide from to keep gossip away, and for that you almost became undetectable, always under the radar.

But even hiding 99% of the time in his driver's room you were happy, at the end of the day you were supporting him and making sure he knew how proud he had to be on himself.

During his second season you decided that it was a good idea you joining him traveling only when he was in Europe, both of you enjoying how easier it was.

But there was an exception, Canada.

After a rough time in Azerbaijan, Mick wanted you there, he needed you there.

You agreeded quickly, even called his mom to travel together, the both of you wanting Mick to be 100% ready to give all of himself.

---

Time quickly came an the GP weekend started, Corinna decided to keep a low profile making you unnoticeable to the media cameras that obviously would start investigating you if they saw you with a driver's mom.

Mick was so happy to have you there, he was only missing his older sister to be complete.

" Qualy is in an hour " the german announced interrupting the conversation you were having with his mom.

"Deep breaths, honey" you told him and also patted the chair next to yours so he could take a sit.

He obeyed.

His head was placed on your shoulder while you took his hand in both of yours, you started making little figures on it for him to relax. It was kind of useless because the anxiety in him was already growing, his bouncing leg giving it away.

" Micki, stay calm, your going to do amazing" his mom comforted him.

You side-hugged him now while he placed the hand you were holding on your tight giving it a little squeeze.

"FP3 was a joke, my driving is a joke, I'm a joke" he declared.

Corinna and you shared a look, both of you worried how his bad attitude would affect his driving.

" Darling, you have to trust us on this one, you are going to show them what you're capable of, just keep doing your thing and you'll shine like you always do for us" as soon as the words scaped your mouth you felt you heart melt when his big blue eyes watered a little.

He was about to respond when a crew member entered, "Mick, they need you in the garage". The Haas driver nodded, he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and hugged you tightly, he also hugged his mom and then leaved.

"That was really beautiful, Y/N" Corinna smiled at you. " Mick really needs all of us, his mind is eating him alive" she stated with that worry looks only moms can have.

"I have a good feeling about today".

...

P6.

An amazing P6.

Qualy was crazy, and with that changing weather Mick managed to make his best qualy so far.

The result maked the three of you super proud almost to tearing up, his manager included. Gina called amazed, celebrating from home.

It suprised you when your mom called too, telling you how proud all your fam was of him, even they wanted to send him some congratulation messages.

When interviews were over, Mick didn't doubt running to the hospitality to receive some love from his favorite girls.

You hugged a bit awkwardly knowing you have to keep it super simple to avoid anybody making any speculations.

Then Mick was needed again in the garage, the team celebrating the amazing job he had done.

...

After a disappointing DNF, you had you heart broken, after hearing Mick radio both Corinna an you cried a little knowing how devastating this would be for Mick.

He had the pace, he had the ability, he had everything but it was useless when the car decided to stop working.

And in fact, when the lovable blonde goofball appeared in your sight you noticed how sad he looked, it was hard to see but you couldn't ask him to pretend to be alright as he did in the post-race interview.

Corinna was the first one that took him in her arms and toldhim some encouraging words, he nodded and agreeded but you knew him so well, he didn't want to talk about it anymore.

So when your turn came, you hugged him tightly, not worrying about cameras, after all the race was over, and you were more worried about Mick's feelings drowning him, and he seemed to agree when he hide his face on the crook of your neck keeping himself together.

...

Your phone keep buzzing interrupting the dinner you were having in the hotel restaurant, you never looked at you phone when you where eating with someone, you prefered to be present and enjoy a good conversation but the constant buzzing make you worry that an emergency was happening.

You excused yourself to the restroom to check on it and your face dropped when all the notifications where from you Instagram, thousands of new followers and multiple likes appeared each second.

You turn the notifications off, and breathed heavily feeling really nervous, suddenly you were not hungry anymore.

'Y/N! You didn't tell us that you were making it official pumpkin' your mom texted you, an image attached making you have goosebumps.

There it was, the hug you shared after the race, your Instagram user tagged and the caption 'Mick Schumacher's lady finally was not hiding, it's her first appearance as a girlfriend in F1, but that didn't gave Mick enough luck to win his first points'

You felt like you could threw up.

Phone in hand you almost run to the table were Mick and his mom sipped on the wine waiting for you to order dessert.

" Everything alright, sweetheart? " the driver asked you when he saw your hand shaking a little and your eyes watering.

You shaked your head and show them the picture.

Both of them seemed really surprised, the tension in the table growing because this was not planned, the malicious caption not making it any better, the mom and son duo were worried about this scaring you away.

Mick decided that the best for all of you was going back to the hotel room, were you could sean the situation and react without all the people around you.

Once in the room you stated on the floor, Corinna was on the edge of the bed stroking youback while Mick was standing in front of you with his phone on his hand looking at his tagged pictures.

What he saw maked him chuckle.

Captions, comments, and almost a 99% of the things around you were positive. People were taking about your beautiful outfit, your hair, your nails, the cute way you hugged, how much they wanted to be Mick to receive a hug like that one. It all maked him laugh as a form to show his happiness.

Corinna cleared her troath to catch his attention, and give him a look that he shouldn't be laughing when you were almost having a mental breakdown.

" Honey, look at this" he started showing you each post, every caption getting sweeter and sweeter.

Now you were crying but because all was too good to be true.

" I guess this is your official entry to the F1 Wags club" Corinna smiled proud of what she already knew, you were the one, and the universe knew it.

[idrkanymorelmao]

CHAMPIONS

daniel ricciardo x fem!driver

|chapter 2|

lara put on her earrings then took a step back to look at herself,she was getting ready to go to the party lando had offered her to go to

she had put on a white short and backless dress on with a pair of red jordan’s on her feet.

“okay so do you like it” lara said into the phone

“yessss dude you look breathtaking” said linda with a slight laugh

“okay shakespeare” said lara laughing back

“stfuuu”

“okay i have to go linds but i’ll definitely send you pictures”

“yes you better,okay bye now have funnn”linda said pressing on the n

“byee”

lara grabs her purse and takes a quick last look at herself,then walks out the hotel room.

she goes down to find the one and only pierre gasly standing in the lobby

“hi lara what you doing here,i thought you’d be at the party by now”

“no i’m a tad bit late aren’t i” lara replied back with a nervous smile

“we both are” “hey you wanna go together” said pierre back to back

“yes yes pls thank you”

“the pleasure is all mine” said pierre while extending his arm,lara grabbed it and they walked off and into pierre’s team car

they arrived after a car ride full of getting to now eachother

they had walked into the flan and immediately saw the other teams and drivers, they all looked confused on why you guys had came together but you two brushed it off

pierre had walked of to see yuki and charles,lando immediately coming up to you

“hi laraa i’m so happy to see you here, didn’t think you’d make it”

“i’m so sorry for being late lando”

“no no it’s all good dw bout it” he said with a soft smile

“hey what’s up you guys” had said a 3rd person, you looked to the right and saw the one and only,honey badger, you smiled immediately at the sight of him

“oh hi daniel”

“hi daring” “your dress is absolutely beautiful, so are you i mean” he said with a slight smirk on his face

he made you blush hard and you had turned red

“thank you daniel, you look very handsome yourself” lara threw back at him, no he turned a slight rose himself

she was significantly shorter than him so he had to look down at her and that look made her turn into mush

“so are u ready to start your season” he asked

“yes so very ready” she answered

he looked at her and just couldn’t hold back his smile, she couldn’t either

they were interrupted by tiki and pierre, the moment they had come daniel wrapped his arm around her waist and looked annoyingly at peirre, she noticed that and she noticed that ther might be a hinge of jealousy in his eyes too but maybe she was just imagining it

“hey y’all” said peirre

“hiii” said yuki with a wave

“hi guys nice to see you” lara replied to both men infront of her

“ya ya hey” said daniel with a slightly yet not very noticeable annoyed tone

“how’s everyone’s night”

“it’s really nice im so excited for the quail tomorrow” lara said back to yuki

they all nodded and moved on to the next conversation as more drivers came and surrounded them.

the night went on with more dancing but no drinking since they had quali in the morning the next day

daniel and lara had danced all night, refused to leave her side he continued to flirt and keep his hand on her waist and or shoulders at all times

lara had felt so protected in daniels arms and didn’t wanna leave his side either

the night had come to an end and all the drivers and teams had started to leave

“hey you wanna leave with me?” daniel asked lara

she couldn’t say no “yes i’d love to, but wait let me let pierre know” he nodded slightly not liking your mention of him

you walked away to go find pierre

“hey pierre i’m leaving with daniel if that’s alright” “yes ofc it’s alright, have fun” he said back with a wink and lara blushed heavily

she walked back to him

“well shall we go then, sir ricciardo” she said with a fake british accent

“yes we shall, madame”

| AUTHORS NOTE|

hihihi guys so i hope you like this, i’m sorry if the writing isn’t the best i’m working on it🥲😅but anyways here’s what lara was wearing for inspo

[tabithacarlisle]

*OFF THE RECORD : Part 9

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by jo ( @tabithacarlisle ;)

*Catch up on OFF THE RECORD’s previous chapters Parts 1-8 at the OTR MASTERLIST

Word count: 5757

OTR Part 9 Notes & Disclaimers: Pixelberry Studios owns these characters, not me! I just have fun playing with them :)

Pairings: Liam x MC (Tabitha)  (mentions: Maxwell x MC | Liam x Drake | discussions of Liam x Drake x MC x Maxwell)

*Author’s Note: any time you see text underlined, it’s a link to screenshots from Pixelberry’s Choices TRR scenes, or other chapters referenced from *OTR- click them!! :)

Warnings: 18+ NS*W, !, erotica, polyamory, marital angst, discussions of group sex, brief mention of recreational drug use, sex-play bondage If you click ‘Keep Reading’ you are acknowledging that you are 18+

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OTR Part 9

:::Security sweep, check.::::

::::North end, all clear, check.:::

::::Perimeter, secure. Check::::

...

The King & Queen of Cordonia sat waiting in their motorcade vehicle that had picked them up only a half an hour or so earlier from the jet tarmac on Sardinia. Tabitha rolled her window down to get a better look of the private costal beach view that they’d be enjoying for the next few days on their scheduled mini-break. The sun was setting, creating the most gorgeous purple and orange sky, and the only sounds they could hear apart from the shorebirds, and the waves crashing against the rocks were the faint sounds from inside the villa of Bastien & Mara’s security team communicating on their radios.

Tabitha sighed, enchanted at the sight. “It’s so beautiful.”

“Isn’t it?”

She looked back at Liam, who was looking straight at her, rather than at the sunset at the horizon. Groaning she rolled her eyes at him and slapped his shoulder, then laughed, “will you ever stop doing that?”

“What? Stop thinking you’re the most beautiful sight I’ve ever laid eyes upon? Doubtful.” He winked and laced his fingers through hers, bringing her hand up to his lips to kiss the back of it. She blushed, turning to rub his shoulder as she returned her gaze back out the window, both touched and embarrassed by his flattery.

Bastien opened the door the villa and Mara followed with the rest of the team, signaling for the Royal couple to make their way out of the vehicle.

“All clear. Enjoy yourselves tonight, your Majesties.” Bastien winked at Liam and the security team bowed towards the newlyweds before leaving to man their posts outside the building.

Liam moved to lock the door behind Bastien and Mara as they left. He spun Tabitha around an pinned her wrists together above her head against the door, almost too eagerly.

“Liam?!”

He groaned “I’ve been aching for you, my love. I can’t wait any longer.”

Liam pressed into her, his body urging her legs apart. She could feel his erection insistent against her, separated only by their thin layers of clothing.

“Liam...”

He dipped down his head to suck at the side of her neck, his free hand roving over her every curve. Liam pulled down her neckline to free her left breast, tweaking the nipple until it peaked before he took it in his mouth. Her breath caught in her throat and she bit her lip to suppress the pain.

*gRrrrrrrrrdddddNnnnn...*

“What was that?” Startled at the sound pulled away from each other, both panting with ragged breaths.

“Was that... you?”

“Omigod, so embarrassing. I guess I’m hungrier than I thought?”

Liam chuckled softly. Effortlessly switching modes, he helped Tabitha straighten her dress. With the doting care of a man who truly adored his wife, he smoothed down her hair and kissed her forehead, “well then we must feed you. Both of you.” His eyes twinkled and he let his hand rest on her stomach. For a second, it seemed as if a cloud passed over his gaze making his expression momentarily unreadable, but his face softened again quickly afterwards “Our dinner reservations aren’t until 7:30, but... I could pull some strings to make it earlier—“ He reached for the cellphone in his back pocket and started to dial.

“No, darling. I’m not really in the mood for dinner, but I could go for some gelato.”

“I know the perfect place. I’ll have them deliver to our room.”

“Liam, it’s ok. We can walk there. Like normal people.”

“But we aren’t normal people, Tabitha. I hate to be the one to remind you. We won’t be able to get the security clearances out there this late. Please, trust me on this one, my love. I do have ideas for how we can spend that time while we wait here to make it worth your while.” His hands moved down from her shoulders, slowly over her arms, and grazing over her hands before reaching behind to cup her ass.

“Oh? Like?”

“A foot rub? You asked for one awhile back and I do feel per my duties as your husband that one is long overdue.“ His eyebrows cocked suggestively as he pulled her flush against him again, toying further with the back hem of her skirt.

“That sounds heavenly” she purred, closing her eyes and inhaling the scent of his cologne and enjoying the pressure of his body against hers. “But what about you? Suppose we book some professionals for a couple’s massage in the room? Like we did for our honeymoon?”

“Perhaps, another time. Sometimes...”

He bent down to growl low at her ear, his hand cradled her throat

“Sometimes, I want to be the only one who gets to touch you.”

His lips kissed and softly sucked at the cartilage rimming her ear down to the lobe.

“Okay...mmm... you are very convincing.”

“I’ve learned from the best.” he murmured with his lips against her skin. “Go, sit down on the couch. I’ll be right there.” He hung up his blazer and unbuttoned his shirtsleeves, rolling up the cuffs before he dialed a number on his cell, where he could be heard speaking to the person at the other end of the line in fluent Italian.

“Now, where were we?”

Liam joined Tabitha on the couch and patted his lap.

“Up, feet, now.”

“Yes, your Majesty.” Tabitha obliged, giggling. He carefully removed her sling back pumps and placed them on the floor. Then lifting her heel, he began to knead the soles of her foot.

Tabitha closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the upholstered cushions.

“Ohhh... How do you know just what I need before I even know it?”

Liam tutted at her, a sideways smirk creeping across smile, “I’ve told you, it’s something I pride myself on; knowing you, what you need.”

His expert hands worked their way stroking up her toes.

“Omigod... that feels phenomenal...”

Her hips ground slowly from side to side as Liam increased the pressure. Tabitha moaned and arched her back off the couch

“mmmm...  Liam How are you so good at this? Your hands are magic!”

He pressed in a tantalizing circular motion at the pressure point under her left arch, causing a jolt of electricity to pulse a current that shot straight up to her core. She inhaled sharply and bucked at the sensation, causing the hem of her dress to fall backwards revealing her thin lace underwear. He could see the physical results of his efforts by the small damp spot forming at the crotch. It made him ache for her.

“Tabitha...”

Liam let her foot down to dip his torso towards her and leaned down to kiss her lips. He groaned into the kiss as she deepened it, cupping his jaw as his lips moved feverishly against hers. His hand reached down, pushing her dress up more, skimming her bare, pregnant belly and traveling lower still to toy below the waistband of her panties.

“Oh, Liam—“

A sharp knock at the door interrupted their moment.

Liam sighed, smiling sheepishly, pulling her dress back down. “...That, would be the gelato.”

“Fuuuck.” Tabitha bit the back of her knuckles in an attempt to sober up for company, wincing. “Damn my stupid cravings.”

“Indeed.” He kissed her cheek softly and rubbed her shoulder, “we’ll pick this up later.” before gently patting her rear end and getting up to answer the door.

The handsome Italian Gelateria owner who came to their door had closed his shop and wheeled a refrigerated cart on foot to their vacation villa. They had a multitude of flavors to choose from. Tabitha’s mouth watered, overwhelmed at the prospect of having to make a decision out of so many options.

Liam, ever practical, knew exactly what he wanted.

“Vorrei un gelato stracciatella, per favore.”

Tabitha wrinkled her nose “Just chocolate chip? You’re only going to get one flavor? When there’s so many to choose from? That’s no fun.”

“Why not?” He shrugged. “I know what I want. It’s chocolate, it’s Vanilla, I get the best of both worlds in one flavor.”

“Liam, live a little! Let’s try something... *ahem* Vorrei un gelato con tre gusti, per favore.”

The Gelateria owner smiled at her, “Quali gusti vorrebbe?”

“cioccolato all ‘Azteca, stracciatella, y Nocciola, per favore.”

Liam smirked at her boldness, “That’s an awful lot of gelato.”

“Hush, you. Just trust me on this one.”

He chuckled, shaking his head

“Ok, you’re the boss.”

Liam thanked and generously tipped the gelato store owner, and dimmed the lights before rejoining Tabitha at the table.

“Now how, on earth, do you suppose we‘re going to eat all of this?”

“Patience, grasshopper. Watch & learn.”

“I’m listening.”

Tabitha spoke as she poked at the scoops of gelato in the bowl with the sharp end of her spoon.

“Liam, Stracciatella is a perfectly good flavor, by itself. But add some Noccicola, some Cioccolato all ‘Azteca, dip your spoon in all three, let their flavors meld and mix on your tongue, and it makes for a bite that becomes an experience, something you’ll never forget. Something you’ll find yourself craving to recreate that sensational combination, when one flavor just won’t do.”

He halfheartedly clapped, voice dripping with sarcasm “My Queen, I think you’ve missed your calling as a marketing executive. That was positively Don-Draperesque.”

“High praise, and a Mad Men reference on top of everything? I’m impressed!” she smiled. “But it means nothing if I can’t convince you that I’m right. So go on then, try it.”

Tabitha dipped her spoon again into each of the three flavors. She held it up to him, her eager anticipation awaiting his response making her eyes go wide and bright. Liam bent down tentatively, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he let her feed him. His eyelids closed once he took the full spoon in his mouth, and his hands drew up against his lips to hold it in as she pulled out, trying to keep it all in.

“Well...?”

“It’s....”

“‘It’s...’ what?”

Liam put his hand up to shield his mouthful of gelato as he spoke

“It’s bloody amazing.”

“Right? That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you! Three is better than one.”

He dabbed a napkin at his mouth and finished swallowing his bite. “You’re not still talking about gelato... are you?”

“Please, Liam. I know you’re not that dense.”

Liam gathered his breath and drew a large sigh, taking another spoonful

“I signed off... on the plans.”

“What?”

“Drake’s plans. And yours, I gathered? Since you two seem to be tag teaming me to cave to your will.. For the cottage on your open estate lands in Valtoria.”

“Does that mean... you’re on board?”

Liam sighed.

“I, want to make you happy, Tabitha. More than anything. But I still can’t help but feel apprehensive about this idea. I know you and Drake are both bullish about it but, I...”

Liam looked down, trying to gather his thoughts. Tabitha could see the agony on his face, though he was trying to hide it.

Tabitha gave him a conspiratorial smirk

“That’s what the pot is for, darling. You boys are going to have so much fun, I’m actually quite jealous”

“Jealousy… interesting word choice. That’s another concern of mine...”

“Wait, you mean jealous of each other while we’re… Liam, if you’re worried about jealousy, you won’t find any from me. Max isn’t a jealous person at all, he’s done this before, and—"

Liam sighed

“Wait a minute. This isn’t just about the foursome is it? You’re still trying to work through the-“

She lowered her voice in a hushed tone,

“You, and Maxwell... the baby?”

Liam didn’t say anything, but looked down, his face couldn’t conceal his troubled feelings any longer with her.

Tabitha broke the silence again

“Are you still upset with me?”

“No. I was at first. Though, you didn’t deserve any of my ire. That was when I let my primal brain take over. Drake calmed me down, a lot. And I don’t blame you Tabitha, or Maxwell. I’ve made my peace with it. I am going to love this child and raise them as my own, regardless of whom the biological father turns out to be. But I can’t help but feel I should blame myself, for putting us all in this situation in the first place. I... wish I had been able to give you a simpler life.”

“Liam, what do you mean?”

“Part of me bears this unshakeable guilt...”

“Guilt? About what? Us?”

“No. Yes. No, it’s— it’s guilt that this, us, that we couldn’t just be simple. That we couldn’t just be enough for each other. I’ve told you before, Tabitha. You were the only one of my suitors who didn’t want to run away, or didn’t demand that I remove Drake from my life, when you found out about my complicated relationship with him. Drake even sensed that about you before you made it clear to me that you would accept me with all of the strings attached. It’s why he tried to suppress his own feelings for you, because we both knew what a gem you were, Tabitha...” Liam reached across the table and held her hands in his, with tears in his eyes, “you’re my ‘once in a lifetime.’ When I found you, I finally found the one I was searching for. I realized in you that I could fulfill my duties as King, to marry such a beautiful, marvelous woman. To have the heirs demanded of me, to have your love and also be able to keep the love of my best friend, it’s more than I ever dreamed possible. It’s why I’ve wanted to give you everything you could ever want, including that night with Maxwell....”

He swallowed back tears.

“When, you told me that the baby might be his, my biggest fear wasn’t that I might not be the father. I mostly feared that if he was, that you would leave me for Maxwell, and that I could never find another woman as remarkable or incredible as you, who’d let me be myself. I don’t want to lose you, Tabitha. I literally don’t know what I would do without you. I just worry that this experiment of yours will cause tensions that will end up with people I love getting hurt, and cause you think that you don’t need or want me, and-"

“Liam, stop. That would never happen. I married you. And you’re stuck with me now. For better, or for worse. And the parts with you, have all been ‘for better.’ I love you.”

“I still wish I could give you all of me.”

“You wouldn’t be the man you are today without Drake in your life. I see how he calms and grounds you. I know how much you need each other”

“But why do we have to all be together? Like... that? I honestly don’t understand the appeal. Sex has always been such an intimate act for me. I have never understood exhibitionism because for most of my life I always had to hide my feelings, until I met you...” he smiled with love in his eyes as he squeezed her hand across the table, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to— perform, with others around, and I don’t know how we’ll handle the fallout if it doesn’t go well. To be honest, I’ve always gotten a thrill out of being intimate away from prying eyes, the spontaneity of it—“

“Liam, is that why you get off so much on having sex outdoors, or anywhere else that’s not on a bed?”

“Well I’ve never analyzed my motivations so thoroughly before, Dr. Freud, but perhaps you might be on to something there.”

They both laughed, breaking the tension some, before Tabitha spoke again,

“Look Liam, I like a naughty fuck behind locked doors with a lover as much as the next person, it’s hot, sexy, dangerous, I get that. But sometimes, damnit, sometimes I just want to shout from the rooftops how much I love my three favorite men. And I want to be able to show you all that, physically! I get tired of all of this behind closed doors, off-the-record business all the time. I love you, I love Max, and I love Drake, I love what you and Drake share, and I don’t think any of us should be ashamed to admit it to ourselves! We should embrace it, celebrate it even. Don’t you think so too? You keep thinking of all of the possible ways this could go wrong, but what if, what if it goes right? What if making love to your wife and your best friend and her lover at the same time is the most amazing, earth shattering, mind blowing experience you’ve ever had, Liam? Just think of how good the sex could be if we put it all out on the line and can finally be fully honest with each other. Give it a shot. Give us a shot.”

“You make it all sound so goddamn reasonable. How on earth do you do that, Tabitha?”

“Because it is reasonable, and deep down, you know it too. Because we aren’t like other married couples. We never will be. Our many layers, our lovers, they’re what makes our love so extraordinary.”

Liam relaxed his shoulders with a stoic acceptance. “All right. You’ve convinced me. I’ll try it, for you.”

“You will? Oh Liam!”

She threw her arms around his neck as he tucked a finger underneath her chin to bring her lips to his and kiss her deeply. The passion in the kiss burst from Tabitha’s mouth hot like fire. Liam let a low moan escape from his throat, echoing at the back of hers. She pulled back from his lips just enough to rest her forehead against his, as his strong arms easily braced her frame pulled flush against him.

“God, I’d do anything to make you smile like that at me, my love.”

“I am so, so happy right now! Aren’t you?”

“It’s difficult to not catch that sentiment from you, my queen. Your energy is infectious. But honestly, I’m still-”

He let out a low exhale.

“- a bit, nervous. I’ve never...”

“Had group sex before?”

“No! Of course not. Have you?”

“No, I almost had a threesome once. There was this one time, in college...”

Liam chuckled. “I should have known. You and Drake had all of these ‘forbidden experiences’ that I missed out on 'in college.' What is it about Americans throwing caution to the wind when they attend University?”

“Yeah well, I kinda had a crush on my best friend Mark, and I think he felt the same about me, but we were always dating other people. Anyway, one time his girlfriend Amy, whom I couldn’t stand, said they wanted to have a threesome with me.”

“I gather, you turned them down then?”

“I couldn’t go through with it. I had feelings for Mark but I hated her so much. She could be a real monster. I knew it wouldn’t work out.”

“And... this tale of yours is supposed to make me feel better about our plans?”

“No! I mean, yes? That was different. I had no respect for Amy. But you, and me, and Max and Drake, we all know each other and genuinely care for one another. It’s a totally different situation.”

Liam scratched at the stubble on his chin deep in thought. “I see... so what ever happened to this ‘Mark’ - What was his last name again?”

Tabitha could see Liam’s brows furrowed with a tinge of mock jealousy as he started typing on his cellphone.

“LIAM! oh my god - Don’t!” Tabitha laughed as she swatted the phone away from him.

“No, I insist! I need to know about all of the many men in my wife’s past.”

“It’s a funny story, you know after we graduated, I hadn’t heard from him in years, until I got a FaceSpace Message from him, just a few months before I met you. He told me he found a job listing he thought would be perfect for me out in San Francisco, writing a dating advice column for a web publication.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and he even found a place for me to live, some of his friends in the city who were looking for a new roommate.”

“I’m, guessing you turned it down?”

“I did. I told him I wasn’t quite ready to make that big of a move yet, Daniel and I were still locked into a couple more months on our apartment lease, there would have been huge fines if we broke it. And little did I know then how just a few months later that my life would change when a literal handsome prince and his two best friends would all come into my dive bar and sweep me off my feet, and turn my world upside down, in the best way possible.”

“Well, I feel like I should write this ‘Mark’ chap a thank you letter then, for not sweeping you off your feet.”

“You’re crazy, Liam.”

He winked at her. “I only kid. Did you ever hear back from him?”

“Not much after I turned him down, no. I did check out his FaceSpace profile several months ago, just out of curiosity. He’s in Seattle now. He made millions selling an app he developed to a big software company there. Crazy, right?”

“Do you ever think about, how much simpler your life might have been if you had taken him up on the offer?”

“What? For the threesome? Gross, not with him and Amy, never.”

“No, I mean moving to San Francisco. Rekindling an uncomplicated romance with an uncomplicated man with no obligations to ruling a sovereign nation, no strings attached...”

“No, Liam, no. Never. I thank my lucky stars every day that I turned him down. I don’t even want to think about what my life would be like if I hadn’t met you, and Maxwell, and Drake. Coming to Cordonia was the best thing that ever happened to me. And for all of the good and the bad, I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

He clasped her hands together and kissed her soundly.

“I’m so glad you feel that way. I love you, Tabitha. I feel like the luckiest man on earth that you chose to let us into your life. To love me, all of me. You are such a gift, and I could never properly put into words just how much you mean to me.”

“I love all of you Liam, every part.”

He pulled her into an embrace with his arms wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in tight until their bodies melded together

She leaned back, beaming up at him, as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear..

“Liam, I really appreciate you agreeing to get out of your comfort zone and agreeing to give this a go. I know how hard it is for you.”

“It’s hard for, selfish reasons, really... but it’s definitely not hard to agree to fulfill the desires of the two people I love most in the world.”

“And I feel so lucky to make it onto that exclusive list of yours.”

Tabitha took his hand and led him over towards the bedroom.

“I want to show you my appreciation. Tell me what your biggest sexual fantasy is that you’ve never done before.”

“You are my fantasy, my love. I don’t need anything else.”

“Ok, that’s romantic as hell, but. I call bullshit”

“What?! You would doubt me?”

“I know you, Liam. I know there’s some wild erotic fantasy knocking around inside that insanely beautiful brain of yours that you’ve been too timid to tell anyone about before. Tell me. I want to make it happen for you.”

“Well...”

“Yes! I knew it. Tell me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absofuckin’lutely.”

Liam chuckled, “You sound just like Drake.”

“He does rub off on you, but... I probably don’t need to tell you that.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him suggestively.

He blushed keenly with a knowing glint in his eye. “There you go again,”

They laughed until Liam’s shoulders eased and taking a long breath and a solid sip of wine, he dared himself to open up to her.

“Bondage. That I could do, to you. Light bondage anyway. Nothing that would hurt you, I could never forgive myself if anything happened to you, but the idea has, intrigued me...”

Tabitha’s mouth fell open with shock, her lips drawing up into a smile as she reacted to his suggestion.

“Wow, Liam, that’s so hot! I’m into it.”

Liam was taken aback by her eagerness,

“You’re... serious? Because if you’re not, don’t tease me, just forget I said anything and I’ll—“

As if to prove her point, Tabitha began undressing immediately.

“Totally serious. I’ve never been with someone before who’d be into it who I’ve trusted as much as I do you.”

Her hands went for his belt buckle and she smirked up at him,

“Let’s do it.”

“As you wish.”

Liam wrapped her in his arms, crushing his lips against hers with newfound ferocity. Their clothes were quickly discarded on the floor, leaving Tabitha naked, and Liam in nothing but his black briefs. He threw her down on the bed, and made moves to bring closer a small duffle bag with his belongings.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, with my whole life.”

“Put this on,”

She secured the familiar blue silk eye mask over her head, pulling out her hair from the ties in the back to make a tighter fit.

“Can you see?”

“Nope! Not a thing.”

“Good. Now, if you’ll humor me, lie down here on the bed, my love, and listen while I give you a short civics lesson in Cordonian crime and punishment.”

She giggled “Your Historian Nerd-foreplay is absolutely adorable, Liam. I—”

:::Rip::: :::Rip::: :::Rip:::

“Liam? Are you ripping the sheets?”

“The Cordonian Royal coffers paid good money for this villa. I intend to get our money’s worth. Will you allow me to continue?”

“...yes”

“Good.”

The sound of ripping fabric continued in the background of Liam’s monologue. Tabitha peeked beneath the blue silk blindfold, focusing intently at his biceps and pectoral muscles flexing and contracting beneath his taut skin as he methodically stripped the flat sheet into inch wide strips and continued to speak.

“Did you know that under Cordonia’s high treason laws, our Lord Chancellor barrister could legally try and execute upon conviction and my orders, anyone who binds the Queen?”

“Really?”

“Yes, it’s an ancient law that never became modernized, so it’s technically still in effect. One of those things we’ve been meaning to update, but it hardly ever comes up, so it gets pushed aside.”

He held her wrists together, kissing the inside of them before he began to wrap her arms further with the white strips of bedding.

“But because it’s still law, that means if either Maxwell, or Drake, or anyone else, Noble or not, decided to have a ‘romp’ with you and some rope or handcuffs in the bedroom, I could... legally, have them executed.

“...my god.”

“There’s only one person who is immune to this law.”

“...Who?”

Liam cocked an eyebrow at her, smirking at her as he tightened the binds at her wrists,

“The King.”

Tabitha moaned in her gasp of breath.

“Liam...”

“Now, just so you know, upon my honor, I would never do such a thing. That’s why Anton and his bastard cronies are going to spend the rest of their lives rotting away in prison cells, rather than lose their heads. Still, it would please me, greatly, in this... complicated arrangement of ours with our lovers, to have something, intimate, that only you and I could share, as husband & wife. Don’t you agree?”

“Liam...”

“Is that a yes?

“...Yes. That’s so hot.”

“And for now, since you’re carrying our child, I’ll remain extra delicate with my methods.”

“What about after the baby’s born?”

“... then all of my restraints, in regards to gentleness with you, are lifted.”

“I... anxiously await that day.”

Liam finished tightening the remainder of her restraints. He looked at her so vulnerable and at his mercy, feeling both aroused and overwrought with pangs of guilt at what he was planning to do to her

“Is this ok?”

“You don’t need to keep asking me if something’s ‘OK.’ I trust you completely Liam, and I just want you to have your way with me.”

“...Noted.”

“When I submit to you, it means everything is ok. If it makes you feel more comfortable letting loose, we can have a safe word in case anything ever goes too far.”

“A safe word? What should it be?”

“Your safe Gelato flavor would be the ideal word. ‘Stracciatella.’”

“I’ll remember that one.”

.......

He felt the excitement of a man about to experience something he had long craved but was just now about to taste.

Liam secured her wrists to her ankles with the strips of bedding. His mouth watered at the sight of her skin covered in goose pimples from the anticipation.

Tabitha’s hands strained against her restraints, her body’s automatic response and reflex to wanting to remove the blue silk blindfold.

“Are you sure you trust me, my love?” The deep cadence of his voice relaxed her struggling.

“Yes, my King” she purred. Of course she trusted him.

Liam’s cock twitched in his tight briefs at her words. He bit his lip and continued, hardly believing this was all happening.

She could hear him step away from the bed and the sound of a long metal zipper being pulled open. Sounds of rummaging around in a bag followed, before she heard and felt the sounds of his steps returning to her. Her pussy was spread open and aching to be filled

“Liam I need you.”

“Not... just... yet.” He playfully slapped her asscheek and she gasped, smiling. “You must be patient.”

She heard the sound of a switch flipping and a deep electronic vibrating pulse that seemed to be causing ripples in the air around them.

Tabitha bit back a laugh and shook her head He brought my ‘Magic Wand’ on holiday?? So presumptuous...

Just then she felt the pressure of it on her mound, pressing her lips open and vibrating against her clit. She tried to angle herself so the stimulation wasn’t so direct, but her restraints prevented her from achieving that goal. Tabitha’s insides seem to convulse in both protest and excitement. It felt so good it hurt. She mewled, reveling in her arousal, but in the back of her mind she worried if this much stimulation would be harmful for the baby. No matter, she was having too much fun to stop Liam now.

Liam watched her expressions fascinated, trying to interpret what was going through her mind. He kept the vibrator at her groin and leaned forward to suck and knead her breasts.

“Liam please!”

His hand roved downward, tracing her landing strip before he inserted a finger in her. She was soaking wet, so ready, but he wasn’t quite finished with tormenting her yet.

“You’re doing beautifully, my love. Stay focused.”

Though legs quaked with longing she nodded her head, committed to submission.

Liam liked being in control. He was born and bred for a life of public service to his kingdom, a Constitutional Monarchy but a monarchy no less, but there was something primeval and deeply engrained into the fiber of his muscles, this rush and natural high of being the one fully in control over her capacity to feel sensations of both pleasure and pain, that awoke his passions anew in him much like nothing else had in quite some time. The charge he got from discovering that she was as into it as he was both a surprising and thrilling discovery for him.

“Tell me when you’re about to come.”

Tabitha whimpered. She wanted him to ravage her right then. Biting her lip, she stayed focused on the smells of his cologne that wafted from him as he hovered over her, the sound of the vibrator pulsing electronic waves against her sex, the slight metallic taste of blood on her lips for biting back her screams. It suddenly became too much to hold in.

“Liam, I...”

The Magic Wand shut off. She cried out

“No Liam, please!”

"Are you ready for me to fuck you now?" He said untying her.

Once her hands were freed, she hungrily pushed up her blindfold, overly anxious to see him again.

The site that greeted her was his face in the candlelight, glistening with sweat and flushed with arousal. He was completely naked now, hovering above her, staring deep into her eyes.

“God, Liam, you are so gorgeous, take me now.”

“Tonight, I’m all yours.”

He moved over her gripping her wrists tighter, locking her into place, and crushed his mouth to hers. “God, Tabitha, I love the way you taste,” he moaned into her mouth whilst his knee nudged her thighs apart and his swollen cock hovered at her entrance. Ripping his mouth from hers, he gazed down at her flushed face. Her swollen, just bitten lips still beckoned, and the precum glistening at his tip gave away his eagerness to penetrate her and give in to that ultimate release, yet he resolved to stretched her patience just one more time. “Tell me, my love, tell me again.” With conviction and deep sincerity, she looked deep into the sapphire blue of his irises ringing the deep black pupils dilated with lust and she moaned. “Take me, please.”

He plunged his cock deep within her and their bodies moved together, finally, as one. Tabitha’s hands now freed, raked her nails up and down his back. He shivered and groaned as she lifted her head to softly bite at his neck. All the build up from the evening’s events came crashing down like lightning and Liam came long and hard inside her. Her walls pulsed around his shaft as she screamed his name.

They lay tangled up in each other for what seemed like an eternity, the night air cooling their sweat, their bodies strewn over the leftover scraps of fabric. They were both was almost asleep when Tabitha felt something, like a small hammer from inside her womb.

“Liam!”

“What’s wrong?”

She took his hand and placed it deliberately on her belly, holding it there, before she felt the flutter again

“That’s the baby?”

“I think so?”

“Our baby.”

“Yes! These are the first movements I’ve felt”

“Wow, that’s so incredible, it’s… you don’t think I hurt—”

“I think if we had, there’d be no kicking at all.”

Liam kissed her temples and held her, cradling her abdomen as the baby’s flutters continued. He fell asleep like that before she did, and she laid in his arms, feeling happy, though her heart ached suddenly when she found herself missing Maxwell.

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