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waterlilydrops · 2 months

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Unexpected Find

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

summary: As you were helping Lewis tide up the old apartment, you suddenly found out a video tape. However, as you inserted it into the VCR and pressed play, you realized just how interesting the content of this tape was.

word count: 4k

warning: 18+ only, nsfw, explicit sex content, threesome F/F/M involved Lewis, sex tape, reverse NTR, P in V sex, masturbation(f), slight Dom/Sub,spanking, dirty talk, blowjobs, mirror. If you feel uncomfortable, please exit promptly.

notes: When I saw the GQ video, I knew I had to write about it. Sorry not sorry for my dirty mind. English is not my first language, so feel free to correct me. And any ideas or advices are welcome.

As you were helping Lewis tidy up the old apartment, you suddenly found out a video tape. It had been forgotten behind his TV set, covered in a thick layer of dust. Initially, you thought it might be an old home video. However, as you put it into the VCR and pressed play, you realized what it was.

The overwhelming moans froze you in place as the trio on the screen writhed together, engaging in the most primal of human intercourse.

This is a sex tape.

And one of the main characters in it was your long term boyfriend, Lewis Hamilton.

As you watched the intertwining bodies on the TV screen, it was hard to pinpoint your exact emotions at that moment.

Anger at being betrayed? Unlikely.

You knew deep down that you’ve been the only woman he’s been intimately involved with since being with you. The marker on the videotape clearly indicated a date from several years ago, serving as evidence of his past libertine at most. “Betrayal” was hardly applicable in this context.

Did it disgust you? You had never seen these two women in his social circle before, and it seemed like he had casually picked up two prostitutes and brought them back to the apartment you were preparing to move out of, playing threesomes on the same bed where you cuddled him every night.

But even through the screen, you could clearly see the latex stretched over his thick dick, not to mention witnessing one of the girls erotically rolling a condom onto him with just her tongue.

At least he used protection. You couldn’t ask much more from him at that moment.

With honesty, there was no anger, nor disgust. You stared at his muscular physique on the videotape, feeling all your rationality slowly slipping away, leaving only one thought occupying your mind.

Damn, he is really hot.

This is absurd.

As you watched your man being pleasured by two other unfamiliar women, eagerly licking the thick shaft that now finds its place inside you every night as you fall asleep, a clandestine and thrilling sensation swept through your entire body.

You watched as he confidently sat at the head of the bed, while the two women knelt before him, incessantly licking and teasing. You couldn't see that familiar shaft that had brought you countless pleasures peeking through the gaps in their heads - but now, it was held in the hands of two other women.

Lewis’s knuckles rested on the back of one woman's head, yet he didn't even spare a glance for them.

He first looked to one side of the bed. You knew there was a full-length mirror there. He squinted to admire the scene reflected in the mirror. Then his gaze pierced through the bed directly to the camera, as if he had sensed your presence, his bright black eyes staring straight at you through the space and time.

Instantly, you felt your pussy was soaking wet.

You always knew Lewis valued mental pleasure over physical gratification, but you never imagined he could remain indifferent even in such debauched circumstances.

If you hadn’t witnessed the whole scene, you wouldn't have believed that beneath his impassive expression, his impressive cock was being eagerly fought over by two women, being stuffed into their mouths.

His nonchalant expression was the best intense aphrodisiac for you.

You couldn’t resist him at all: that contemptuous desire for control, the aura belonging exclusively to the privileged elite, and the almost cruel calmness - as if no one could ever let him lose control.

But you had never seen him like this before. He was always passionate to the point of almost losing control.

He worshipped your body as if praying in a church, lavishing it with praise using the most eloquent language he could muster - his tongue would chatter incessantly, admiring your beauty in the most magnificent terms. Yet, incongruent with his tender words, his lower body moved with rapid and vigorous intensity.

He would use all his skills to coax your juices until it flowed, until it became thoroughly crimson and ripe, until your legs tightly wrapped around his waist. Only when he became the only driftwood you could catch in the wave of passion, he would he be satisfied, holding your hand tightly, sucking on your neck, bringing you to climax.

You found yourself distracted by thoughts of your intimate encounters, yet your eyes remained fixed on the screen.

Besides the women’s moans and his occasional sensual gasps, the air was filled with his carefully curated selection of sex music. You quickly recognized the song, his personal favorite - even now, he occasionally chose this song as the background music for your lovemaking sessions, as if he became particularly dominant and aggressive when listening to it, his actions was more rougher...

Rough, oh, that’s exactly what you crave right now.

It doesn’t mean you’re tired of his tenderness towards you in sex.

Occasionally, you just want him to treat you with the same lack of mercy as he does with slut. You want to be conquered and used by him ruthlessly, giving him seconds of surrender and climax, making you feel your unique value in his existence.

Just like how he treated those two prostitutes.

The mere thought of him teasingly calling you a “whore,” while ruthlessly humiliating you, made you instinctively clench your legs together.

Perhaps he could embrace you after this passionate lovemaking session, caressing your back and whispering apologies and declarations of love. But at least during sex, you seem to yearn more for the man on the other side of the television screen, who appears so effortlessly dominant and full of conquest in bed, making you climax directly with his cold and cruel yet handsome face.

The black-and-white video tape quality was remarkably clear, allowed you to even see every pulsation of the veins wrapping around his large phallus.

You may feel that there’s something not quite right with you.

Part of you is screaming in your mind: “Only I can suck this, only I have the right to take his glans into my mouth, whether licking or deep throating, only I can do it. If that shaft’s tip spurts cums - whether it’s precum or semen, it should be mine.”

That cock belongs to me.

But at the same time, another part of you feels that Lewis enjoying the services of two women simultaneously is truly intoxicating. Your inner pleasure cannot deceive you. You watched your boyfriend fuck another woman’s mouth, while your pussy lips continuously twitching, spitting out lewd fluids. You started to gently rub yourself, your face flushing with shame.

You watched as Lewis pushed away the woman, with complete indifference, who was fervently worshiping his cock - God, she even complained about it - and sat up on the bed.

He roughly pushed the other woman down onto the bed, lifted her legs onto his shoulders, without any foreplay, and began thrusting his huge cock into her without preamble, his back muscles tensing with aggressive contours.

You couldn’t help but let out a low moan, pushed your panties to the side and slid your fingers slide up between the folds.

You were masturbating while watching your boyfriend and someone else's sex tape.

It’s too much.

But this almost perverse behavior brought you an overwhelming pleasure.

Your teeth clenched, your right hand pressed against your clit, rubbing frantically. You imagined yourself as just one of his many women, becoming a jealous slut, kneeling between his legs, forced to lick and suck his thick, long shaft along with other women, waiting for this man’s favor. You had to resort to such lowly behavior to compete for his affection, to earn the right to be penetrated by his shaft.

“Look at the camera.”

You squint your eyes, feeling as if there are really two women watching you masturbate shamelessly. Meanwhile, your man is ruthlessly fucking another woman right in front of you.

But your gaze is fixed solely on him. You stared intently at his thrusting movements, watching the occasional sight of his thick member, constantly imagined how it would feel rubbing against your clit, how it would fill every corner of your body with its fullness, and the supreme pleasure it would bring as it moves vigorously inside you.

Waves of emptiness washed over your entire being from your lower body. You wanted to lay beneath him, pinned to the bed as he fuck you with wild abandon, instead of being left to satisfy your desires alone on the couch.

You are jealous of those two women.

Your teeth bit down on your lower lip, speeding up the movements of your hand, restraining the enticing moans in your mouth. Your gaze remained fixed on the screen of the television, watching as he thrust his hips, his cock pounding one of the women into a frenzy, occasionally emitting a sexy low groan.

Suddenly, as if sensing your fiery gaze beyond the camera, he brushed back his slightly disheveled braids with one hand, his sharp eyes locking onto yours. It was as if he was staring at prey he had set his sights on, his gaze devouring you.

Sticky liquid gushed out from within you. Your legs shivering lightly as you rode out your orgasm.

“Darling, could you help me…”

Lewis walked into the living room, his face filled with bewilderment as he loosened the half-tied tie around his neck. With just one glance, he noticed you lying on the couch, eyes dazed and legs still spread wide open, a puddle forming underneath you, soaking the sofa fabric with suspicious liquid, while droplets of juices trickled down onto the floor, and his “masterpiece” from years ago playing on the VCR.

He probably only stood there in shock for a few seconds before quickly piecing together the situation.

He hadn’t anticipated that the girl he had been carefully concealing his almost perverse desires from and treating as gently as possible would secretly yearn for his dirty and depraved side. What a surprise, isn’t it?

He licked his slightly dry lips, then simply pulled off the half-tied tie and tossed it aside, striding casually towards you. In just a few steps, his demeanor completely changed. His gaze turned sinister and dangerous, his strong figure almost completely engulfing you, the pressure overwhelming.

He bent down, leaning close to your ear, deliberately lowering his already sensual voice to a chuckle.

“Watching your boyfriend cheat on you with someone else in a video and masturbating to it. You really are a depraved whore.”

You lowered your eyes, eyelashes trembling lightly. Your legs, still tingling from the orgasm, couldn’t help but tremble a few times at his words, causing your butt to shake along with them. Lewis keenly caught the movement of it, his eyes instantly tainted with lust.

He ruthlessly slapped your still-dripping pussy, his demeanor intimidating. “So, my little slut, did you just sneak your fingers into the slutty cunt that belongs only to me?”

His touch ignited the desire deep within you once again, the emptiness in your lower body yearning to be filled by his manhood, longing to be thoroughly penetrated by him - not to mention your lewd sexual fantasies just moments ago. You looked into his eyes with a craving and anticipation that even you hadn't realized was there.

You wanted more.

“You know I will punish you,” he squinted, his cold and crazed expression blending with the one from the TV just now. His hand parted your pussy lips, exposing your tender flower, and he firmly pinched your swollen clit. “And you want this... right? you hungry little slut?”

“Are you enjoying watching your man fuck other women while you masturbate? Hmm, does it feel good to watch my cock slide into someone else’s pussy?”

The humiliation combined with the intense clitoral pleasure was almost too much for you to bear. You tilted your head back, emitting a pleasurable moan, your entire body tensing, toes curling comfortably on the sofa.

Lewis reached out and roughly pulled off your panties, bringing them to his nose and pretending to sniff them, then stared at your naked body expressionlessly.

You cowered under his gaze, the shame resurfacing once again, your ears burning hot, yet deep inside, you were eagerly anticipating what would happen next.

He delivered another harsh slap to your exposed butt, showing no restraint in his force, “Good girl, you’ll get everything you want.”

His large hands covered your butt, squeezing the cheeks, then he lifted you off the sofa, causing you to let out a sharp gasp. Instinctively, your legs hooked around his waist. He paid no mind to his freshly pressed trousers, simply sitting down on the water stain.

You blushed, emitting a low moan mixed with annoyance and shyness. Your whole body straddled his thigh, and you rubbed against it a couple of times. It slightly relieved the heat and emptiness.

Lewis lightly stroked your butt, leaving his handprints as if they were his exclusive signature on his property. He looked satisfied with his “work”, tilting his head to nibble on your earlobe.

“Now, let’s give the good girl a little reward,” his voice was muffled, “Do you want to suck my cock?”

Without hesitation, you instantly straightened up, your gaze towards his crotch bordering on crazed adoration.

He grabbed your hair, forcing your head down towards his crotch, inundating you with a tidal wave of male pheromones. He had no restraint, but the pain on your scalp was your best aphrodisiac. It seemed that ever since he appeared, your lower body had turned into a quagmire, and now it was escalating even more.

You immediately undid his zipper and pulled out the meaty shaft that brought you pleasure, your eyes revealing your true desires. Pressing your face against his fully erect member through his trousers, you eagerly breathed in the musky scent emanating from his lower body.

You rubbed your face against his cock, spit dripping incessantly, wetting his trousers because you forgot to swallow. Your spit mixed with his pre-cum, leaving a stain of unknown origin in his crotch.

“Do you like it?” Lewis watched as his girl, almost obsessed, rubbed against his penis. He felt an intense throbbing below, the swelling sensation in his chest almost bursting through his ribcage.

“Yes, sir…” You didn’t want to leave his cock for even a second. Your delicate lips pressed against it, nodding eagerly, intoxicated by his scent. The friction of the fabric made your face flush with heat. You continued to outline the contours of his manhood with your tongue, the fabric of his pants becoming disheveled.

Your rapid and hot breath sprayed onto his sensitive thighs, tormenting him in its own way.

“Take it out,” he commanded through gritted teeth, his voice husky. “This is the reward for my little slut.”

You lifted your eyelids, gazing at him in a daze, only vaguely noticing the veins bulging on his forehead, a sign of his long-held restraint. Underneath his calm facade, he was losing control - especially after his recent command. Trembling hands fumbled to undo his belt, unzip his pants, and eagerly retrieve the source of your countless pleasures, his massive cock.

“Look at the mirror,” he commanded, lowering his head. You turned your head to the side, seeing a slut kneeling between his legs, ass raised high, hands holding his monstrous shaft almost reverently. The stark contrast between the size of his cock and your face was striking, the steamy heat filling the air. Yet he remained impeccably dressed, leaning back on the couch - except for the dark cock you just extracted from his pants, ready for immediate use.

All your earlier fantasies seemed to materialize into reality. Blushing, you emitted a pleasured moan, as if abandoning yourself, burying your head into his crotch. His body was meticulously groomed, even his pubic hair. The coarse hairs tickled your face, every breath filled with his exclusive scent.

You pecked and kissed his vein-covered shaft, occasionally extending your tongue to lick every groove. Well-trained, you knew every sensitive spot on him, carefully teasing his coronal sulcus. His hand gently massaged your head, applying a slight downward pressure, the best encouragement you could ask for.

Struggling, you opened your mouth wide and took his massive glans inside, sucking hard, hearing his breath suddenly become erratic above you.

He’s losing control. You thought, your mouth hollowed out as you sucked, trying to hide your teeth as much as possible, the sensitive muscles of your throat contracting to please the man before you.

The TV still played the video of him with those two women, their moans filling the air. He whispered maliciously in your ear, “Arch your ass higher, just like them...”

You let out a whimper from your throat, feeling your lower body start to drip again at his recent words.

All your gasps and moans were muffled by his sex, lodged in your throat, leaving you with only the option to close your eyes and suck harder on that dick, trying to convey your enthusiasm and pleasure to him.

You weren‘t sure how long you had been at it, but you keenly noticed his balls starting to twitch, his muscles tensing – a clear sign that he was about to climax. So you sped up, eagerly licking and sucking, hoping for the cum you had been yearning for.

He sensed your intention and mercilessly grabbed your hair, forcefully pulling you away from his crotch, leaving behind a trail of lewd droplets. His dick, glistening from your attentions, was now covered in slick moisture. With one hand, he slowly stroked his shaft, seemingly easing the urge to ejaculate, while the other smoothly pulled you up from the floor and placed you on his lap.

“Do you want to be fucked in the same position as they are?" he whispered maliciously in your ear.

The TV in the living room was on all the time. You sneaked a glance at the screen, where he was pressing down on the woman who was on all fours, gripping her hair as he thrust into her relentlessly.

You suddenly felt like you had lost the ability to speak, shaking your head in confusion. There was a bitter sweetness in your heart, mixed with a strange sense of arousal.

He lowered his head and gently kissed your eyes, his hand blocking your view. Your eyelashes trembled in his palm, and you looked both lost and uneasy.

He regretted saying those words just then.

Lewis’s expression darkened slightly as he gripped his dick against your mound, but he didn’t rush to slide inside. Instead, he slowly teased your lips with his shaft. Your pussy had already been softened by the previous climax, and it eagerly and shyly sucked on his head, opening and closing with your breath. He greedily stared at the tender flesh hidden beneath your folds, his eyes already tainted by desire.

Even without penetration, the girth of his head brought you exquisite pleasure, not to mention his cunning use of the tip to tease your clit. Losing sight only made your body more sensitive, and each wicked prod from him made you tremble, every cell in your body clamoring for more.

The scene on his body could be described as a feast for the eyes.

Your delicate face was once again tainted by his lust, your cheeks flushed with a captivating blush, your succulent lips waiting to be tasted by him. He teased your pussy until sweet moans spilled from your lips, seemingly forgetting his earlier indiscretion.

He quietly breathed a sigh of relief, once again raising a playful smirk as he declared, “Now, the greedy girl will receive her reward.”

His thick cock mercilessly rammed into your pussy, spreading apart every fold within you and plunging deep into your depths. In the frenzy, your hands clenched his shirt, pulling off two buttons with his movements, revealing his muscular chest. No one cared about this ruined Armani shirt; all your attention was focused on the combine of your lower bodies.

Your pussy eagerly wrapped around his cock, the sensation tight, hot, and wet. But there was no discomfort; all emptiness was fulfilled in this moment. How long had you been craving this, perhaps since the videotape started.

He removed his hand from in front of your eyes and leaned in, biting down on your lips. His black eyes even glinted red with desire. His large hand gripped your thigh, the rough fingertips stimulating your exposed skin, forcefully pressing against your hips, occasionally letting out a rough breath from his throat. The massive object within continuously rubbed against every sensitive spot inside you, gently probing in circles at the cervix.

You felt weak all over, repeating his name incessantly from your mouth, your language skills shattered by the collision of his body's movements, only able to utter pleas with a hint of crying. Sometimes, you begged him to go harder, faster; then, moments later, you cried for him to go easier due to his relentless rhythm.

As your sweet moans suddenly escalated into a scream, accompanied by the tightening of your inner walls, a large gush of fluid erupted from deep within your womb while your pussy fervently squeezed his dick. You had reached climax, experiencing a squirting sensation. He turned his head, unlike before, biting into the side of your neck like a wild predator. With his low growl, you felt waves of semen spraying against your inner walls, almost filling you entirely.

Lewis held you tenderly in his embrace, enjoying the aftermath, then extended his tongue to lightly lick the red marks he had left from his bite - which would undoubtedly linger on your body for three to five days. His meticulously groomed hair was now disheveled due to the intense activity and sweat, yet after the aggression dissipated, he appeared strangely gentle and harmless.

He stood up suddenly, one arm still wrapped around you. This movement pushed his still partially hard cock deeper inside you, causing an unexpected sensation of weightlessness. Instinctively, you tightened your legs around his waist. He leaned down to grab the TV remote. Finally, he could shut off the noise.

Throughout the entire process, his large dick remained lodged inside your pussy, blocking the semen that would have otherwise flowed out due to gravity. His well-trained physique ensured that he could securely hold you in his arms with just one hand, without any swaying.

You sat astride his thigh, arms wrapped around his shoulders, your head resting on his tattooed chest. You were still immersed in the afterglow of climax, while he stroked your bare back, occasionally playing with your hair in his palm.

You lowered your head and took his nipple into your mouth, teasingly biting it lightly with your teeth, satisfied to hear his suddenly intensified breath.

You keenly noticed his cock inside you growing thicker and longer once again.

“There sir... all clean.”

“Ahhh... thank you baby.”

“Lew, I want to change the bed in the bedroom.”

“Hmm, we can get a bigger one.”

“And the sofa, change that too.”

“No, babe. There’s no need to change that. We’ve created beautiful memories on it.”

Here is part 2 :)

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ham1lton · 2 months

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my favourite interviewer.

pairings: lando norris x fellow driver’s sister/reader

warnings: jokes about adoption. mentions of bigotry but in reference to o/s’s experiences.

summary: the one where you interview your sister and your boyfriend. also part of the nepo!sister universe.

author’s note: i love nepo!sis/y/n. expect to see her more. also these interviews are quite short so imagine they’re longer and these are snippets. y/n is a better interviewer than i made her out to be 😔💔

liked by vogue, yourusername and 1,827,668 others.

oldersister: check out my photoshoot for vogue! and my following interview with my younger sister yourusername. it was definitely… interesting. link in bio <3.

user1: my favourite sisters made another appearance again!!

yourusername: DON’T! work with o/s! such a DIVA! rude as hell…..

-> oldersister: is this because i said pink wasn’t your colour?

-> yourusername: ALL COLOURS ARE MY COLOUR !! 😡

user2: y/n is so funny throughout this entire interview. a natural comedian.

user5: o/s saying that people don’t take her seriously as a driver is crazy!! she’s a two time champion!! what more does she need to do?

-> user6: it’s nothing that she needs to do. there really isn’t anything she can do to change their minds. it’s bigotry.

user3: o/s is so pretty. full time f1 driver and part-time model.

-> user4: one thing about her, lewis and zhou is that they’re all gonna serve looks and face. holy trinity.

liked by yourusername, gq and 1,223,378 others.

landonorris: thank u gq for letting me cover ur magazine and thank u to my gorgeous interviewer for taking the time out of her day to interview me. btw… are you single 😍

user5: this was so cute!! i love their dynamic.

yourusername: no i’m not single. i have a bf. be professional please.

-> landonorris: ain’t nobody care about him queen. i bet you i could beat his ass 😍

-> user1: i wish i had this confidence.

-> landonorris: leave me alone 😭😭🖕🏼

-> user2: poor lando. getting dragged by his fans, his girlfriend, his girlfriend’s fans and his girlfriend’s sister’s fans😭😭 rip bro 💔😔

-> yourusername: he’s fine y’all. please don’t call paw patrol.

user3: lando saying y/n was his favourite person regardless of what she does 🥺🥺

-> user4: when he cussed out y/n for calling herself boring 😭 he said that’s my gf don’t be disrespectful.

user7: y/n finessing a free lunch and dinner out of her boyfriend and her sister was my favourite part. yass queen 😍 take from the rich.

*liked by yourusername*

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MY NIGHT WITH O/S L/N.

by y/n l/n.

It’s the end of O/S’s Vogue’s shoot. She’s dressed in a black form-fitting silk suit with a pair of pale pink heels. I always knew that my sister was famous but seeing her in the middle of such magnitude truly reinforces that she is not just my older sister anymore. She’s bigger than that. We decide to duck behind the busy shoot into a side room to start our interview.

THURSDAY, PARIS, 11:34PM.

Y/N: Did you expect that I’d be the one interviewing you?

O/S L/N: Honestly? No! I’m happy though to see a familiar face. Pleasant surprise.

Y/N: I’m not gonna hold back on the questions though just because you’re my sister. I need you to know that.

O/S: Wouldn’t expect you to.

Y/N: Just for the record, she’s wearing my lipstick. I told her she’d look cute in it and she refused to listen to me.

O/S: I didn’t expect it to look so cute on me. I don’t wear super bright lipsticks, it’s a orangey-red shade for the people who can’t see it. I got the makeup team to source it for me and tried it on and perhaps… you were right. It’s grown on me.

Y/N: I’m always right.

O/S: Always is an understatement but … you have your moments.

Y/N: So, what would you say it’s like being the only female F1 driver?

O/S: A very unique position to be in. I’m lucky to have such a good support system in place. Y’know? Mom, Dad, my team and you.

Y/N: It’s a lot of pressure isn’t it?

O/S: Yes. As any high profile job is.

Y/N: How do you find the pressure when it comes to being a role model for younger girls?

O/S: It’s a responsibility I take very seriously. I think it’s so important to encourage young children, especially girls, to follow their dreams and help to provide avenues to make them accessible. I would love to see younger generations of drivers that come from a diverse array of backgrounds be in Formula One.

Y/N: Remember when you were younger and you’d go go-karting?

O/S: Yes.

Y/N: Dad would always make me come and watch you. It was so boring but he’d always get us ice cream afterwards if you’d won. That’s why I always rooted for you.

O/S: Says it all really.

Y/N: I was always a tennis fan. Maybe a little basketball or football. Dad used to joke that maybe you were the adopted one because no one else in the family knew about motorsports before you.

O/S: He still does! I found out about F1 at my school library at the age of like nine and begged Dad to take me. I’m very lucky that not only did we have the funds at the time but parents that supported us. He used to drive me everywhere. He still does drive me to the Grand Prix sometimes.

Y/N: Funny how little traditions stick with us, huh? Remember when you started making real money and would take us out for dinner after every win?

O/S: I was so excited that I had the money to treat you all.

Y/N: Definitely. What was the biggest challenge you’ve faced so far in your career?

O/S: It’ll sound trivial but… probably being taken seriously.

Y/N: What do you mean by that?

O/S: As a lot of women in male-dominated spaces might face, it’s hard to overcome the biases against my abilities. People said for a long time that I was only here because of diversity quotas.

Y/N: Even when you won?

O/S: Especially when I won. I like to prove people wrong. I’ve spent my whole career doing just that. I just wish it wasn’t so constant and tiring. I’m just doing my job but because of my womanhood and my blackness, it is immediately viewed as political. Overcoming the preconceptions has become a huge part of my journey.

Y/N: That’s annoying as fuck. I’ve seen it first hand too. You’re an incredible driver. I know I joke around with you and take the piss out of you but genuinely you do inspire me. I might not be racing cars anytime soon but I’ll always be your biggest fan.

O/S: Thanks Y/N. That means so much to me.

Y/N: Now onto the juicier stories. Who are you dating? For the readers who mightn’t know your personal life, I’ll spell it oit for them.

O/S: Oh No…

Y/N: You started off by dating your childhood sweetheart, Clark Jones, and then dated actor Paul Elordi.

O/S: I did. I am single now, as you’re aware.

Y/N: And she won’t let me set her up with anyone!

O/S: Just because you’re happy in monogamous bliss doesn’t mean the rest of us wanna be.

Y/N: Thanks for letting me interview you today O/S, it was definitely the best part of my day.

O/S: You were very good. I enjoyed the questions. Five stars.

Y/N: Wanna go out to eat? Your treat.

O/S: Of course, let me change into something more comfortable. These heels are gorgeous but they are killing me.

END OF INTERVIEW.

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MY MORNING WITH LANDO NORRIS.

by y/n l/n.

TUESDAY, LONDON, 10:34AM.

I was told to pretend to be professional and that I didn’t spend the night with my boyfriend so I left the room at around 7am just so that I could knock on the door again later in my interviewer mode. It’s the night after his photoshoot for an energy drink. Lando opens the door in a plain black tee, a hoodie wrapped around his waist and tracksuit bottoms. He isn’t wearing shoes. He lets me in and I sit on the sofa. We start the interview.

Y/N: Good Morning. Should we start the interview?

LANDO NORRIS: I’m ready whenever you are.

Y/N: I told O/S this but just because we know each other, don’t expect me to hold back on the questions. Don’t expect any special treatment just because I am your girlfriend.

LANDO: Wouldn’t dream of it.

Y/N: Alright, let’s get started. How did you feel about yesterday’s photoshoot?

LANDO: Tried something new and I think it turned out well. Got some cool shots. The energy was great and the team was incredible. It was a fun shoot. Couldn’t complain.

Y/N: Do you think you’re a better racer or model?

LANDO: I’d like to say model but I’d have to say racer.

Y/N: I think you could be a model.

LANDO: Even though you’re biased. I’ll accept that.

Y/N: Not biased at all actually. I’m here as Interviewer Y/N, not as your girlfriend Y/N.

LANDO: Wait. Can I flirt with Interviewer Y/N?

Y/N: No.

LANDO: Boooo!

Y/N: Let’s switch gears, what do you like to do when you’re unwinding?

LANDO: Well, Usually I’d say spending time with you but you’re not my girlfriend soo… I’m going to say streaming with my friends and playing video games. Also watching my girlfriend’s favourite reality shows.

Y/N: You’re a Teen Mom UK fan? And a Real Housewives fan? I thought you didn’t to like them.

LANDO: It’s part of the boyfriend playbook. Pretend you’re bored with those sorts of shows but secretly, you’re incredibly into it. I have to keep up with your interests somehow and I picked the most interesting ones.

Y/N: I don’t blame you. Alright, one more question before I go back to being boring girlfriend Y/N and I have to give back this super cool voice recorder.

LANDO: Girlfriend Y/N isn’t boring to me. She’s actually my favourite person. Don’t talk shit about my girl.

Y/N: Fine. She’s not boring. She’s just less of a technophile.

LANDO: I’ll accept that.

Y/N: My last question is what’s your favourite thing about driving for Formula One?

LANDO: Besides the thrill of racing? And the part where I’m living my childhood dream? Definitely the fans. Their support and energy help fuel me on the track. Plus, I get to travel the world while doing what I love. I think that’s the ideal world for a lot of people. I’m very lucky.

Y/N: I couldn’t agree more. Thank you for letting me ask you those questions. Now, time for me to go back to the girlfriend version of me.

LANDO: Don’t sell yourself short. You’re always my favourite person regardless of what version you are.

Y/N: Flattery will get you everywhere, won’t it?

LANDO: Hey! It’s not flattery if it’s the truth.

Y/N: Guess you’re not just a pretty face huh. Don’t worry, I’ll keep our reality television show marathons a secret between me, you and all the millions of GQ magazine readers.

LANDO: You’re an angel. Lunch?

Y/N: Only if you’re paying.

LANDO: Always.

END OF INTERVIEW.

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Lewis for GQ [x]

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The Princess & The Race Car Driver | LH44

SYNOPSIS: Lewis meets Princess Tiana and he falls under her spell.

PAIRINGS: Lewis Hamilton x black!femOC Ariel Park (faceclaim is Coco Jones)

WARNINGS: flirting, discussion of sex/sex jokes, age gap (Ariel is 27, Lewis is 39), corny!Lewis, sexual situations, eventual romance? RATED R (18+/Minors DNI)

PREVIOUS: part 1.....part three coming soon....

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A/N: Please comment & reblog! This will be a mini-series with six parts.

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Ariel couldn't believe she was actually in Tokyo to visit Lewis. Her mind was all over the place as she walked through Narita Airport to the exit. Following his directions, she quickly found the black SUV and as soon as she got close, his driver hopped out and opened the door for her. She slid into the backseat and was immediately greeted by Lewis' warm smile, the gap between his front teeth on full display.

"Hey you," he greeted, pulling her into a warm embrace. Ariel melted into his arms, savoring the feeling of his hands tracing up and down her spine before they eventually parted.

Lewis placed a chaste kiss on her cheek. "Congratulations on that GQ cover," Ariel murmured as they stared at each other for a lingering moment.

"Thanks, gorgeous." Lewis' smile widened as he revealed a small bouquet of flowers he had been keeping out of view. "These are for you."

"Thanks, Lewis," smiled Ariel, "they're beautiful."

As they were driven into the heart of the city, Ariel was mesmerized by the neon lights and bustling energy of Tokyo. She had already crossed Australia and now Japan off her travel bucket list in one week.

Eventually, they arrived at his hotel, InterContinental Tokyo Bay, Lewis helped Ariel with her single carry-on bag as they made their way through the lobby to the elevators.

"This is all you packed?" he asked with an arched brow as the elevator doors closed around them.

Ariel nodded. "Just a quick weekend getaway, right?"

Lewis gave her a mischievous grin. "Maybe…"

"Lewis! I can't stay longer than a few days," she protested, though she felt a tiny flutter at his implication.

Before she could argue further, the elevator dinged and they stepped out into the hallway, Lewis leading them to his room. As soon as they were inside with the door closed, he toed off his Bottega Veneta slides and lifted his hoodie over his head in one fluid motion.

Ariel couldn't tear her eyes away from the rippling abdominal muscles briefly visible as his shirt rode up. She caught Lewis' heated stare and her cheeks warmed.

"Keep looking at me like that and I won't be able to control myself," he rumbled, a clear promise in his tone.

Ariel felt her breath catch as she worried her lower lip between her teeth.

"C'mere," Lewis groaned lowly before tugging her towards the living room area. They settled together on the couch, Ariel's legs stretching over Lewis' lap as he idly traced patterns along her calves.

"So…that sushi place you were telling me about," Ariel began in an effort to clear the heated tension, "was that all just a ploy to get me to Tokyo?"

Lewis chuckled, the sound reverberating against her skin. "Nah, not entirely at least. Though I can't say the thought didn't cross my mind once or twice." A subtle thrill went through her at the implication of being enticed halfway across the world, just for a chance to see him. Before she could dwell on it, Lewis was speaking again. "Speaking of sushi, I actually did order us some from this incredible little place nearby. Should be arriving soon."

True to his word, there was a discreet knock at the door moments later. As Lewis went to retrieve their meal, Ariel noticed he had turned on the large television, though she couldn't hear anything over the new movie that was playing.

"I put this on as background noise, but we can actually watch it if you want?" Lewis rejoined her on the couch, arranging cartons of sushi and sashimi artfully on the table before them. "Thought you might appreciate a classic like Scarface."

Ariel's eyes widened in delight at both the screen and the spread of food before them. "Lewis, this looks so good! And yes, Scarface is one of my absolute favorites."

"No, shit?" he asked incredulous. "It's mine too."

The two settled in, chatting between bites of sushi as the iconic film played. Eventually, the conversation turned to Al Pacino's masterful performance.

"The way he just completely embodied that quiet intensity…I'll never get tired of watching him work," Ariel mused thoughtfully.

Lewis made a considering hum of agreement as he chewed his inarizushi (vegan sushi). "A true master at the peak of his powers. You can't take your eyes off him whenever he's on screen."

As they finished off the last of the sushi, a charged energy seemed to crackle between them. Lewis' dark gaze lingered on Ariel's lips for a heated moment.

"You have amazing lips, by the way," he murmured in appreciation. "So full and symmetrical."

Ariel felt her cheeks warm at the unexpected compliment. "Well, thank you. That's one of the nicer things someone has said about them." She gave him a playful look. "Usually people just hint at...well I'm sure you know all bout that."

Rather than looking abashed, Lewis simply met her gaze steadily. His pupils expanded until his eyes looked like melted pools of the darkest chocolate, long lashes curling enticingly to brush against the tops of his chiseled cheekbones. When he smiled at her, it was with that adorable boyish grin, mouth curved in an expression of pure contentment despite the flirtatious glint in his gaze. "Oh? And what might that be?"

He knew exactly what she was implying, but seemed intent on making her spell it out. Ariel couldn't resist rising to the bait, laughing richly. "Don't play with me, Lewis. I think you know very well what I'm talking about."

Lewis joined in her laughter then, sparking a flutter low in Ariel's belly. As their chuckles tapered off, he shifted closer on the couch, his arm stretching along the back until the heated line of his body was nearly pressed against her side.

The sudden proximity made Ariel hyper-aware of every point where they weren't quite touching - though she could feel the thrum of his presence enveloping her senses. His masculinely spiced cologne and the warm, natural scent of his skin had her insides tying themselves in knots. He seemed to pick up on the heightened, tantalizing tension as well. Ariel felt herself leaning towards him, caught in the irresistible pull of his gravity. She was utterly transfixed by the half-hooded desire in his eyes, the sensual part of his full lips, the bobbing of his throat as he swallowed hard.

"Did you think I'd forgotten about our little...unfinished encounter back in Australia?" he rumbled, voice dropping an octave. He slowly trailed a finger along the graceful column of her neck, watching her pupils blow wide at the implication. "Because I haven't stopped thinking about how you taste, gorgeous. Not for a single moment."

Ariel's breath hitched at the blatant longing in his tone. Before she could formulate a response, Lewis was cradling her face in his large palms, tilting her chin up to meet his heated stare.

"May I?" he murmured, seeking permission.

Ariel could only nod mutely, her body going into overdrive with need. Then Lewis' mouth was on hers, slanting with urgent passion in a soul-searing kiss. Her fingers knotted in the soft fabric of his shirt as she returned the embrace fervently.

Lewis angled his head, trailing a blazing path of open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive expanse of her neck and collarbone. Ariel couldn't suppress the breathy whimper that escaped her at the exquisite sensation.

The velvet glide of lips against hers caused her panties to pool with arousal. Just as before, he was too good at kissing, as if the act was one of his secret skills. The exploratory caress of his hands over her body made Ariel feel lost in a haze of pleasure, and all she could do was bask in it. There had been a void of this feeling for many months, almost a year to be exact, and she craved that emptiness to be filled once again.

Fortunately for her, she managed to capture the eye of the greatest of all time, and she was thankful that the moniker fitted him off the track as well. Eventually, Lewis tore his mouth away, both of them panting heavily.

"God, you taste even better than I remembered," Lewis rasped huskily, touching their foreheads together.

Both of their lips were deliciously swollen from the heated exchange of passionate kisses. Ariel felt a pang of loss when they parted, unconsciously pouting up at him with eyes shining with yearning.

Lewis chuckled lowly at her expression, the sound warm and indulgent. "I knew from the moment I met you that you were going to be trouble," he murmured, voice still roughened by desire. Reaching out, he tapped the tip of her nose playfully with one calloused finger. "Those gorgeous eyes and sinful lips...lil' spoiled rotten ass."

A low, approving rumble sounded deep in his throat as he slowly, deliberately leaned back in. This time when their lips met, it was with a simmering, unhurried heat that threatened to consume them both from the inside out.

Ariel moaned into the kiss and the sound triggered something inside him, beckoning his penis to harden and pulse within the confines of his sweatpants. He played with the zipper of her sweater, pulling it down until she was completely open for him, allowing one of his hands to slip inside to cup her heavy breasts. Her nipples were already pebbled from her desire and as his thumb grazed them, Ariel let out a gasp then nipped at his bottom lip.

"Fuck, gorgeous, I'm trying to be good, but you're killing me," he said, moving his hand to meet the juncture of her thighs, stroking her expertly with his fingers. "Can I have this tonight? Please?"

She let out an incoherent reply, a garbled mess as so many sensations flowed within her. From the intense liplock to his hands petting at her covered pussy, it was almost too much for Ariel to bear. Her hips moved in tempo to his sped-up movements, her body practically levitating off the couch as his ministrations continued without restraint. As much as she hated to admit, this was the most action she'd gotten from the opposite sex since last summer. Her self-inflicted celibacy had her fiending for dick like some lovesick teenager. She wanted to go about whatever this was the right way, assessing everything with a clear head. Yet here she was, riding his hands as if she were a bucking cowgirl on a bull, chasing her impending orgasm.

Tiffany would be so proud of her, meanwhile, the innermost region of her consciousness, otherwise known as Analytical Ariel was giving her the stank eye, which immediately put a damper on the entire ordeal.

"Hold on," she said out of the blue, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You okay?" Lewis said gently, removing his hands and giving her some space.

Ariel nodded, eyes flickering down to the evident arousal tenting his sweats before snapping back up to meet his concerned gaze. "I…I need a minute," she admitted, burying her face in her hands to muffle a small, frustrated groan. When she emerged, her face felt hot with embarrassment. "Sorry, I just…got a bit overwhelmed there."

Rather than looking put out, Lewis simply nodded in understanding. "Don't apologize, gorgeous. I want you to be totally at ease, okay? We'll go at whatever pace you need."

Ariel exhaled shakily, appreciating his patience. "Am I overthinking things? It's just…been a while for me."

Lewis arched an inquisitive brow. "How long are we talking?"

She could feel heat prickling along her hairline as she admitted, "Almost a year…"

Lewis let out a low whistle. "Geez, I don't know if I could've managed that kind of dry spell. Not even a random hookup or booty call to, uh, take the edge off?"

Ariel shook her head ruefully. "No, nothing like that, besides Bob, of course."

"Bob?" Lewis wondered, obviously confused.

"Battery-operated boyfriend...my vibrator."

"I see," he responded softly.

"I wanted to stay completely focused on my career," clarified Ariel. "I was busy...flying back-and-forth to New York and Los Angeles...then it was filming in New Orleans."

The vulnerability in her tone seemed to resonate with Lewis. He reached out to squeeze her hand comfortingly. "I get it, I really do. That kind of intense ambition and self-denial…it's familiar territory for me too. Though I don't know if I could have lasted a whole year without, uh, some kind of release." He cleared his throat, an endearing hint of sheepishness passing over his features. "The point is," he continued carefully, "I'm in no rush here, Ariel. We can go as slowly as you need until you're ready again, okay? No pressure at all from me."

She studied the sincerity shining in his warm, patient gaze for a long moment before managing a small smile. "Thank you…that means everything to me." Ariel glanced down pointedly at the evidence of Lewis' arousal before kissing her teeth. "I mean, I do want to continue but I just needed you to understand where I'm coming from. I'm sure you're used to women throwing themselves at you without any…complications." She gave an awkward little laugh. "Of course, beautiful men like you never have problems with women fawning over you.....you're so pretty."

A slow, almost fond smile curved Lewis' lips as he took in her nervous rambling. Yes, she was an undeniable goddess - but there was something utterly endearing about her awkward chattiness.

Ariel continued on, seemingly unable to stop herself. Lewis simply watched in silence, head propped on one hand as he let her words wash over him.

"What? Why are you staring at me like that?" she finally asked self-consciously.

"Do you always go off on these little tangents?" he asked with sincere curiosity.

Ariel gave him a bashful smile. "I do, yeah…especially if I'm nervous or, you know, really like someone."

Lewis blinked at her slowly, letting the omission hang in the air. Ariel seemed to catch herself, biting off whatever other verbal rambling she had been about to unleash.

"So I make you nervous?" Lewis couldn't resist teasing gently. "Or better yet…you like me?"

Ariel scoffed dismissively, even as a becoming warmth flooded her cheeks. "I mean, you're…fine, or whatever."

"Just 'fine'?" Lewis arched an eyebrow. "So you don't find me even a little attractive then?"

"Yes, Lewis," she huffed out, though her lips quirked with reluctant amusement. "I'm sure you're well aware you're an attractive guy though."

"Well, I don't hate to look at myself," he tilted his face upwards, smiling contemplatively then returned his attention to her, "but I do love to hear it from a beautiful woman….even better if it's from you."

Ariel shot him an exasperated look that only made his grin widen. "Seriously?"

Lewis nodded easily. "Like I said back in Melbourne, I'm trying to get to know the real you, Ariel."

"I guess that makes sense." She considered him for a long moment before turning to face him fully. "But why? Why put in that kind of effort with me?"

The question seemed to give Lewis pause before he slowly shrugged one shoulder. "To see how this…connection between us plays out. Your beauty caught my eye first, sure. That's obvious. Not to mention your body." His gaze blatantly raked over her figure in a way that had her breath catching. "But I get the sense you're so much more than just a pretty face and banging body. You've…intrigued me."

Ariel sucked lower lip between her teeth. "And my being 27 doesn't bother you? There's an 12-year age gap between us."

"Why should it?" Lewis countered easily. "You're grown, I'm grown. We're two consenting adults. My being 39 seems to be a problem for you?"

"Yes and no," Ariel admitted honestly. "The experience gap does make me wonder if we'll be on the same wavelength. If there will be too much of a disconnect since I'm Gen Z and you're a millennial…"

Lewis laughed softly at that. "All valid points, gorgeous, but why don't you let me be the judge of that, yeah? After all, you did say Scarface was one of your favorite movies. That's a solid start in my book."

"All it takes is Scarface?"

"I'm a simple guy with simple likes," he responded. "Plus, you'll be surprised that many of the women I was around or with, however you want to describe it, don't even know about this movie."

Ariel let out a shocked gasp and sat straighter in her seat. "What?! This is one of his best works! How the hell—" She shook her head, letting out a disapproving harrumph. "You know what, that tells me so much about the women you spend your time with. That's a shame, Lewis, you need better women to hang out with."

"Which is why I'm sitting here chilling with you," he stated, matter-of-factly, watching how it all pieced together in her brain. A literal lightbulb seemed to go off as recognition dawned on her features. "See? Nothing to say about that, huh?"

Ariel shot him an attractive moue. "Shut up, Lewis," was her response, trying to stay stoic about his disclosure, but she was inwardly cheesing from ear to ear.

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She was stuck in a headlock....unable to breathe.

Ariel used to miss times like this, wrapped up in a lover's embrace as they fell into a deep slumber, but she also remembered how awful it could get — which was her exact predicament right now.

He had her locked in a mixed martial arts-style headlock, his toned bicep constricting her airway as he snored contentedly against the nape of her neck. She shifted minutely, trying to alleviate the pressure on her windpipe, but it only made the iron bands of his embrace tighten further. Lewis muttered something incoherent, snuggling deeper until the solid wall of his chest and morning wood was flush against her back, effectively pinning her in place.

Why are men like this? I'm forced to die from strangulation while they're off in dreamland.

She was far from a complainer, never one with a 'can't do' attitude, however, she needed to pee real bad.

Wiggling insistently, she finally managed to dislodge his arm from around her throat, slipping free in a burst of triumph.

"Yes!" she hissed, fists pumping in silent celebration.

The commotion roused Lewis slightly. One sleepy brown eye cracked open to regard her with drowsy bewilderment. "Where you going?"

"I have to pee," Ariel whispered urgently, already inching toward the edge of the decadent hotel bed.

Lewis made a petulant noise of protest. "Nah, get back in bed."

"I have to use the bathroom, Lewis."

"Man..." He sighed dramatically, rolling onto his opposite side with a grumble of disapproval. Ariel's gaze lingered wistfully on the tanned, tattooed expanse of his muscular back as well as the Milky Way illustration that was etched on his bonnet.

Well, excuse me for having basic human needs! she thought, rolling her eyes before tiptoeing toward the en-suite bathroom.

After relieving herself, Ariel caught a glimpse of her reflection and did a double-take. Though her silk bonnet had stayed mercifully in place, her normally flawless features were puffy and swollen from jet lag and lack of sleep. Dark circles hung heavy beneath her eyes, cheeks rounded in an unflattering chipmunk-like way. A small pimple even threatened to erupt across one cheekbone.

She grimaced, prodding cautiously at the blemish. This is all Lewis' fault. If she'd stayed in London instead of rashly joining him across the world, she'd be bright-eyed and well-rested right now.

Though…a tiny part of her had to admit she didn't regret a single moment spent back in his intoxicating presence over the last day. The remainder of last night was spent exploring Shibuya and grabbing food at these amazing stalls, not to mention that great night drive where spent most of the time talking and laughing. It was one of the most effortlessly perfect dates Ariel could remember - and they hadn't even fucked yet.

But Lord...this man would absolutely be the death of her, one way or another. From the tenting in his sweats last night to feeling his arousal while they slept, she could tell that he was packing some heat, and it both terrified and excited her.

I need to calm my horny ass down.

And she did just that, or at least tried to.

She splashed some cool water onto her face, to center herself then she dried off her hands before making her way back to the sumptuous sanctuary of the bed's silken sheets. Once she got settled, Lewis' arm was back around her, as if not even ten minutes ago he was upset that she left in the first place.

Men are weird as hell.

And just like any other man she had been with, he skirted lower to nuzzle his face against the swell of her breasts with a contented sigh, his hand lightly kneading the curve appreciatively. "So soft..." he murmured in admiration.

"You're a titty guy, aren't you?" she queried, causing him to chuckle.

Lewis met her teasing gaze with a roguish grin. "I'm an appreciator of the female form. Every curve, every line..." His voice dropped an octave as his hand squeezed her breast tighter.

"So...titties are definitely high on that list of appreciation then?"

"I guess you can say that," he mumbled agreeably, pulling her closer. "We should be asleep still, it's early as fuck."

"Shouldn't you be heading off to work soon?" Ariel asked though she made no move to pull away from Lewis' wandering caresses.

He shook his head languidly. "Nah, not until tomorrow – that's media day for the race weekend. I've got a completely free schedule to devote to…other pursuits." The heated look he shot her made Ariel's pulse kick up a notch. Lewis trailed his fingers lightly along the curve of her waist. "Seems a shame to waste such a rare day off cooped up in this hotel room, don't you think?" he mused. "Maybe we could get out, and explore the city a bit more? I know this incredible little tea room that specializes in artisanal teas."

Ariel blinked at the unexpected change of direction, her mind still very much focused on the molten promise she'd seen burning in Lewis' gaze just moments before. "Tea…?"

He laughed at her obvious confusion, leaning in to graze a kiss along her jawline that had her sucking in a sharp breath. "Among other things, gorgeous. But I'll let you be the judge of what those 'other things' could entail…"

Pushing himself upright, Lewis winked before disappearing into the bathroom, leaving Ariel momentarily flustered. She could have sworn she heard his rich chuckle echoing after him.

Well, two could play at that game.

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"So you're like…a pseudo-vegan or something?" Ariel asked curiously as they strolled back towards Lewis' hotel, each holding a cone piled high with soft serve and countless toppings.

Lewis made a considering face before nodding. "I guess you could say that, but really it's only for desserts, because vegan candy and pastries just taste like shit." He pulled an exaggerated look of disgust that had Ariel giggling around a mouthful of the creamy frozen treat.

They had spent the entire day exploring Tokyo's quirky retail districts and hidden gems, all while attempting to stay relatively incognito. An added thrill ran through Ariel at the idea of keeping things on the down-low with Lewis – though her closest friends and family were getting subtle glimpses through her "Close Friends" Instagram stories. To the wider world, however, her social media portrayed her as being in London after the Australia trip, busy working on the movie's album before getting back to the grind of the promotional tour. Ariel relished being able to simply exist at the moment, unburdened by prying eyes or external pressures for once.

As they approached the hotel entrance, Lewis snagged her hand and tugged her through a discreet side door, avoiding the main lobby completely. They rode the service elevator up, giggling quietly like misbehaving teenagers every time the doors opened to let on another hotel employee.

Finally, they made it back to Lewis' suite. Ariel immediately kicked off her shoes and made a beeline for the couch, sinking into the soft cushions with a happy sigh. Lewis joined her a moment later, their bodies instinctively orienting towards each other's warmth.

"You know…" he began conversationally, tonguing a stray drip of melted ice cream from the corner of his lips. "I think you should come to the race on Sunday."

Ariel sat up from her spot. "Everyone will see," she said, a hint of concern in her voice.

Lewis fiddled his eyebrows mischievously. "I can keep you hidden."

"Can you though?" she retorted, cocking her head to the side. "What if someone just randomly sees me? You know how people are."

He understood her trepidation about their fame, especially for her as she was still making a name for herself in Hollywood, yet Lewis could care less what everyone thought. Opinions were just like assholes, everyone had one. "Trust me, I know."

"I enjoy my work and playing Princess Tiana, but sometimes the fans and paparazzi do too much."

Lewis smiled gingerly at her. "We'll cross that bridge if we come to it, Ari. Tell me you didn't enjoy the race in Melbourne though."

"I didn't," Ariel said honestly, causing Lewis to emit a mock gasp and his eyes to widen almost as big as saucers.

"What, woman? You didn't like seeing me on the track?"

"Well, you had to stop before I could even see you for real," she teased. "No offense."

Lewis gave her an exaggerated eyeroll. "Damn, you don't hold back any punches, do you?"

"Nope," Ariel popped the 'p', making herself more comfortable.

Lewis stared at her for a moment, then pulled her onto his lap, making her shriek in surprise. As she settled onto him, he ran his hands down her sides. "If we're gonna try and see where this goes, you have to be nicer to me," he purred, leaning close to her ear.

Ariel gulped as her heart rate accelerated, her hands resting on his chest in an attempt to brace herself — both literally and figuratively. "And why's that?" she managed.

"Because…" His voice lowered to a rumble. "I'm sensitive." When he pulled back, a playful glint danced in his eyes. Ariel scoffed and tried to get up, but Lewis's hands snaked around her waist, caging her in. "Where ya going, princess? I want my kiss."

"And what makes you think you even deserve one," she quipped sassily.

He let out a amused chuckle and then captured her lips with his own. The kiss started soft but quickly deepened, filled with rising passion. Ariel moaned as Lewis trailed kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. His touch was gentle yet possessive, claiming every inch of her skin as if he couldn't get enough.

Lewis buried his face in her neck, drinking in her scent as one of his hands massaged her left breast, smiling proudly as her nipple hardened into a tight peak. "We can stop if you want," he said, although he silently prayed that she wanted to go further. God knows how bad he needed to feel her, taste her, to have her writhing beneath in a moaning, albeit sexually sated mess.

"I'm fine," she replied hoarsely, causing him to give her a questioning look.

"Are you sure?" he asked, bringing their foreheads together. "I meant what I said about waiting, Ariel."

"I know," she responded, exhaling loudly. "You made that abundantly clear, sir. Thank you again for that, but—"

"No problem, love," he casually interjected before motioning for her to continue.

"But…is it strange for me to say that I want you?"

"Nah," he said with a headshake, bringing his hand to cup her chin and look into her eyes. "It's not weird at all. Honestly, I'll be lying to say that I want us to stop because I don't, not even in the slightest. This is all bout you, baby girl. What do you want to do?"

"Deadass?"

Lewis let out a chuckle. "Always....tell me what you want."

Ariel felt her heart swell with a mix of emotions - desire, excitement, and a hint of nervousness. She couldn't believe she was about to say this out loud, but she couldn't deny the overwhelming urge she felt.

"I want you," she whispered, her cheeks flushing with heat. "I want you to fill me up in the best way possible, and I want to ride you...feel you inside me, which sounds crazy as hell because Lord knows I don't know anything bout riding a dick."

Lewis' eyes darkened with desire as he took in her words, feeling his own body responding to her boldness. He had never been one to shy away from pleasure, and the thought of exploring it with Ariel made his blood rush. "It's okay, baby," he said huskily, his fingers trailing down her spine. "I'll teach you. I'll show you all the nasty shit those boys fucked up to give to you. You're fucking with a man now."

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph...

Ariel's breath hitched, her mind racing with anticipation. She had always been a confident woman - in her career, in her style, in many aspects of life - but when it came to sex, she still felt like an inexperienced teenager sometimes.

Lewis' lips curved into a wicked smile as he leaned in to kiss her deeply. She could feel his hardness pressing against her and she moaned into his mouth, pure, unadulterated lust coursing through every inch of her. Ariel had never experienced anything like this before - this intensity, this raw passion. With every touch and kiss from Lewis, she felt herself unraveling in the most delicious way.

His hands cupped her her breasts once again, and she arched into his touch with a gasp, feeling herself growing wetter with each passing moment.

"Take this off," he growled against her skin, tugging at the straps of her top. She eagerly complied, letting it pool at her waist as she stood before him in nothing but a lacy black bra. His eyes roamed over her bra-clad breasts hungrily. "You're fucking gorgeous," he breathed out reverently, fingers running down the curve of her spine and across the swell of her backside.

Without warning, he lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom, gently laying her down on the soft sheets. He climbed on top of her, kissing and nipping at every inch of exposed skin as he made his way down her body. She had been craving this for so long - Lewis' skilled hands and mouth on every part of her.

He reached between them to stroke the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs, causing Ariel to cry out in pleasure. Divesting her of the jeans and underwear, Lewis made his way back up to her breasts, to nip and suck at her flesh before putting all of his attention onto her glistening pussy. She wasn't completely bare, yet the landing strip she was sporting was soaked with her juices.

Lewis immediately got to work - flicking his tongue against her aching clit while two of his fingers pushed inside, making her rock her hips to the rhythm he created, head lolled back in the throes of passion. Ariel's legs shook and her thighs clenched against his head as Lewis flattened his tongue, digging deeper into her moist depths.

She tasted like pineapple – so sweet, wet, and ready. He could eat her pussy forever, but based on how rigid his dick was, Lewis needed to be inside her expeditiously.

"Lew-is! Oh...yes....like that."

Her mewls spurred him on, and he ate her pussy like The Last Supper — lapping, licking, sucking until she finally burst, her body pulsating as she rode out her orgasm.

"What a good girl," he praised, tearing his mouth from her pussy and wiping her essence from his face. "You look so pretty when you cum."

And she did. Her ebony skin glowed, flushed from the aftermath of her climax. Ariel's breathing was still shallow, and Lewis lay beside her as it regulated back to normal.

"Oookkaay....wow..."

He smiled sheepishly at her, his brown eyes softening yet still holding a smoldering of lust. "How was that? Good? Much better than Bob, huh?"

Ariel wheezed a laugh. "So much better than Bob." She nodded at his bulge, which tented inside his khaki pants. "Need some help with that?"

Lewis followed her gaze, unzipped his pants then shed both the pants and boxer briefs in one swift action, allowing his aching member to spring free. He studied her reaction as she took in the sight of his length and girth – parted lips, eyes low and lidded with arousal.

"I think I do, actually. Come over and sit on it."

Surely he had to be joking! There was no way that...monster was going to fit inside her tight walls.

"What?!" Ariel's incredulous laugh was cut short by a low growl from Lewis.

"You said that you wanted to ride, right? So come over here and ride it."

"Lewis, I told you that—"

"I know, and didn't I say that I'll teach you?" he chipped in, making her nod in concurrence. "Bring your lil' ass on."

With a small smile, she crawled over and straddled him, feeling his throbbing arousal pressing against her core. He groaned at the sensation of her heat against his skin. Reaching into the side table, Lewis revealed a condom and placed it into Ariel's hands. "Put it on me, please."

Ariel took the condom from Lewis' hand, tearing it open with her teeth as she reached down to roll it onto his erection. Their eyes locked as she slid the condom down his length, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of finally being intimate with him. Once the condom was securely in place, Lewis grabbed her hips.

"Squat down a bit," he commanded, and Ariel did as she was told. Tentatively, with guidance from Lewis, she went down to his waiting member.

Ariel gasped as she felt him fill her, and for a moment, they both stilled, reveling in the feeling. "Holy....fuck..."

"You're so damn tight," he groaned against her neck, hands roaming eagerly over her body. "Take deep breaths and relax, baby, I got you."

Lewis began to move his hips, thrusting up into her with a slow and steady rhythm. Ariel tried to match his movements, their bodies soon moving in perfect synchrony against each other.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly.

Ariel smiled at him and nodded. "Better than okay," she replied, her hips undulating with his.

Lewis continued to move within her, his pace gradually increasing as they both moaned and gasped in pleasure.

"You feel so good," she whispered, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he thrust harder into her.

"So do you," he groaned, his grip tightening on her hips as he moved faster. "Pussy feels amazing...magical..."

Ariel rolled her eyes at that but decided not to broach the subject further. Their bodies were slick with sweat and their breaths came out in ragged pants as the sounds of her ass slapping against his thighs echoed across the hotel room.

"You're riding so good, baby girl. I'm about to cum....shit, Ariel...feels so good, princess." Lewis palmed her cheeks, separating the round globes as he pumped in and out from below. Ariel lost herself in the pleasure coursing through every nerve ending of her body. She was completely consumed by Lewis - his touch, his scent, his voice whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

And when he scooted closer to bite down gently on the hallow of Ariel's throat, that did her in.

"Fuck!" Ariel's head fell back as she let out a guttural moan - it had been far too long since she felt as good as this.

With one final thrust, they both came undone together, riding out the waves of ecstasy until their bodies finally stilled.

They lay there for a few moments, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Lewis eventually pulled out of her, leaving briefly to dispose of the used condom before returning to bed, cuddling with Ariel under the sheets.

"How're you feeling, cowgirl?"

Ariel let out a satisfied sigh, snuggling further into Lewis' embrace. "I'm feeling pretty damn good," she replied, nuzzling her head into his chest. "How bout you?"

"I'm good," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Are you sore? You were wet as fuck, but it's always good to check."

"I'm fine for now, but I'll let you know if anything changes," she said softly, tracing lazy circles on his chest.

"Alright," he said pulling her closer, his arm tightening around her neck in yet another headlock.

This fuckin' guy!

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Lewis was a night owl, which was very ironic since he hated waking up early in the morning. But nevertheless, here they were sitting in a music studio in Chuo City at nearly 2am. He had to be up at 7am to head to Suzuka Circuit for qualifying.

Earlier that evening, Lewis took his Mercedes team out for some bowling after spending the day at the track. This left Ariel to herself, where she enjoyed exploring an onsen and the mind-bending TeamLabs exhibit. When Lewis returned, they shared dinner in his suite before their passion led to an intense few rounds of fucking. Though Ariel felt a welcomed soreness from their romping, it definitely had her feeling like a brand-new woman, and she couldn't help but find herself smiling incessantly.

Now in the studio, Timmy (13thwitness) and Andrew (Prologic) were seated in front of the soundboard, playing back some of the samples Lewis had recorded weeks ago. Ariel bobbed her head to the smooth melodies as all three men watched her reaction.

"Yeah...I see it now, kinda like The Weeknd with maybe PARTYNEXTDOOR?" she analyzed.

"More leaning on The Weeknd," Lewis commented between sips of boba tea. "I kinda like that though."

Andrew chimed in, "But Lew's stuff does remind me of The Weeknd circa 2011. Very smooth melodies, a lot of babymaking music." He smirked, earning a laugh from Lewis.

"Would you shift over to be more like Drake? You know, sing and rap?" Ariel asked curiously.

"Lewis, rapping?" Timmy joked. "No, he's not about that."

"Yeah, definitely no, sweetheart," Lewis played along, laughing. "Besides there's too much beef in rap right now. I'm a certified Lover Boy, I stay in my lane."

Ariel rolled her eyes at his antics but understood where he was coming from. "It's really good though. I think you have something here."

Lewis gave her a lingered look. "How about you do some background vocals for me?"

"No," she shook her head adamantly, letting out a nervous giggle. "My training is more in musical theatre, not singer-songwriter."

"But you were singing the shit out of Brent Faiyaz on the way here," Lewis countered with an arched brow, causing his friends to let out some playful jeers.

"Not him calling you out like this," Andrew chuckled. "That's wild, Lew. C'mon, leave the Princess alone for a bit so we can finish this track."

As Lewis headed into the recording booth, he looked back at Ariel. "Just think about it, okay? No pressure." He gave her a wink before disappearing behind the glass.

Watching him lay down the vocals, Ariel couldn't help but consider his offer, despite her nerves. Her voice was strong, and some background parts wouldn't be too daunting, but she pushed those thoughts aside for now.

"Is he ever gonna release this music?" She asked Andrew and Timmy.

The two shrugged. "He said later this year, but he said that last year," Andrew replied.

"And the year before," Timmy added. "Music is his passion though. I think he's just overthinking how to present this, y'know? People know him as the racer, the activist, or the style icon, but only a few people know about the musician side of him."

As Lewis continued vibing in the booth, Ariel felt herself getting more and more drawn into his musical world. She knew he was dedicated to his craft, and a part of her wanted to support that passion. Only time would tell if she worked up the courage.

The harsh reality of celebrity life meant people were constantly trying to snap candid photos and sell them to the highest tabloid bidder, no matter how private the moment. Ariel knew there was a chance she could be spotted at Lewis' race in Suzuka, but in the aftermath of their passionate weekend, she didn't care. In hindsight, the potential consequences seemed trivial compared to the incredible moments they had shared.

She could still vividly recall the feeling of Lewis's skilled mouth exploring her most sensitive areas, his head planted firmly between her thighs as he lapped and suckled at her pearl until she reached dizzying heights of euphoria. The memory of her climactic cries and the way her thighs quivered around him made heat bloom in her cheeks.

Ariel knew he understood the struggles of life in the spotlight. With him by her side, she felt she could take on anything. Their relationship was still new, but she had a sense that Lewis could be the gravitational pull to keep her grounded amid the chaos.

But that intimacy was beside the point when she arrived back in London to finish recording and the internet exploded with photos of her at Suzuka. Many fans were upset, stating she should've been upfront instead of pretending to still be in London. Others noted her right to privacy. Regardless, her team would work on doing damage control - releasing a preview clip from her film or a new song from the upcoming album to distract from the frenzy.

Being famous was not what it was cracked up to be. Luckily, Ariel had Lewis in her corner. As a message from him popped up expressing his desire to see her again, she felt her stomach flutter with excitement. Yeah, the paparazzi and overzealous fans were batshit crazy, but Lewis definitely made up for it.

Ariel felt reassured that this storm too would eventually pass. And when it did, she knew Lewis would be waiting with open arms and that talented mouth ready to reunite with her most intimate places once again.

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april fic recs

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𖤛 hi everyone!! i've read so many great fics this month, so i hope you all enjoy my faves of april!! 𖤛

⚘ remember to like and reblog the works you enjoy in order to support each incredible writer!! ⚘

֍ however, make sure you read the information on each story themselves such as triggers & warnings ֍

◈ if you’d like me to remove your fic from this list, message me! ◈

lewis hamilton

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 it sounds silly by @pickingupmymercedes lewis hamilton x reader | bit of angst, self image problems, body image discussions

-reader is struggling with a self image issue and where lewis gives words of encouragement

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 lewis drabble by ^ lewis hamilton x reader

-lewis where he casually mentions in his gq interview that he has a longtime gf or wife.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 lewis blurb by ^ lewis hamilton x reader

-reader comes home drunk and Lewis reacts to seeing roscoe with those marks next morning

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 pipe down by @thef1diary lewis hamilton x fem!reader | 18+ smut, oral, fingering, reader says ‘sir’ like once, pussy obsessed lewis tbh, allusions to riding

-you were straddling lewis, stripped down to nothing but your panties.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 unexpected find by @waterlilydrops lewis hamilton x fem!reader | 18+ only, nsfw, explicit sex content, threesome f/f/m involved lewis, sex tape, reverse NTR, p in v sex, masturbation(f), slight dom/bub,spanking, dirty talk, blowjobs, mirror. If you feel uncomfortable, please exit promptly, 4k

-as you were helping lewis tide up the old apartment, you suddenly found out a video tape. however, as you inserted it into the vcr and pressed play, you realized just how interesting the content of this tape was.

lando norris

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 dad!lando blurb by @russellsppttemplates dad!lando norris x reader | fluff

-lando posting or sending his family pictures of his milk drunk babies because he thinks it is the cutest/funniest thing

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 lando blurb by ^ lando norris x reader | fluff

-reader always forgets or looses hair ties and lando noticed this so he started to always wear one on his wrist for her

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 what i'm missing by @uglyducklingofthe2000s dad!lando norris x reader | fluff

-lando comes home from a race weekend to find his wife and kids in a moment that makes him wish that he wasn’t gone so often.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 my boobs by ^ big yitties!reader x lando norris x reader

-lando loves his girlfriend's boobs and she's just got used to him in private and public, in fact half of the time others notice before she does

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 the slip up by @loveluvrs lando norris x reader

-max was streaming with lando at his place. lando drags his feet over to the stream room, sitting on a chair next to max. he was scrolling on his phone, trying to pass the time.

carlos sainz

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 cooking up some fun with the sainz’ by @eccentricwritingbaby dad!carlos sainz jr x wife!mom!reader | fluff

-y/n sainz is a successfully famous chef with her own restaurant and ever since covid, she has been cooking on instagram live once a week. fans adore the sweet interactions between her and carlos and their little baby girl.

tlou

ellie williams

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 ellie drabble by @elliesprettygirl ellie williams x reader | fluff

-ellie desperate for reader but reader is always acting hard to get just for their ego. but ellie doesn’t back down..

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 ellie blurb by @ourautumn86 ellie williams x fem! reader | +18 content, mdni

-she tries to shush you but you’re scratching her naked back and it feels so good…

woso

alexia putellas

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 the mountain is you by @ceesimz alexia putellas x reader

-barcelona. once a place that felt like home to you, yet now as you clamber into the back of your taxi outside of the airport, it's the same but different.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 golden key to the sweet life by ^ mom!alexia putellas x mom!reader | fluff

-there was something intoxicatingly endearing about the way alexia interacted and whole-heartedly cared for her family and friends' children.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 our sun is setting by ^ alexia putellas x reader | mentions of homophobia and grief for a parent. It's quite a heavy fic, please keep that in mind.

-"i told my mami about you today."

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 close your eyes by @ktgoodmorning alexia putellas x reader | mind-numbingly fluffy, inspired by the song "close your eyes and count to ten" by grouplove

-you and alexia take a moment to yourselves on your wedding night, soaking in your time together.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 familia by @barcaatthemoon alexia putellas x reader | fluff

-how alexia realizes that you're the one.

alessia russo

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 make yourself at home by @p0orbaby alessia russo x reader | SMUT 18+, not explicit but smut adjacent, oral (alessia receiving)

-all you want is a quiet night in with alessia, and tooney?

call of duty

simon riley

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 simon blurb by @cntloup simon riley x reader | smut

-it's safe to say simon is utterly and completely devoted to you.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 ghost losing his ring by @ch1n1tahwrites simon riley x reader | fluff

-he was just coming back from a long mission, awaiting to be in his wifes arms in his big comfy bed.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 tommy by @simonrileysfavteacup simon riley x reader | fluff

-he came out looking exactly like his father. he acted exactly like him. he didn’t sleep, he had nightmares too often, he loved watching telly, he wouldn’t sleep without you near him, and so much more.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 the next of kin by @soapybutt17 simon "ghost" riley x wife!reader, oc daughter (cassandra "cassie" riley), john price | mentions of injuries, drug consumption, slight angst, mostly fluff, 1.6k

-simon needed to update his contact information, as dodgy as he was for giving everyone even a glimpse of his private life, he did so. who would have ever thought that it would become handy after an injury left him high on painkillers and needy for his girls back home.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 like mother, like daughter by @anangelwhodidntfall dad!simon riley x reader

-in which you and ghost have a baby girl who loves to copy your facial expressions

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 olderbf!simon by @heavenbarnes simon riley x reader | fluff

-thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.

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harry styles

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 that 4am cry by @signoferoda dad!harry styles x mom!reader | fluff

-harry’s daughter has a set routine when it comes to her night time feed

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Down The Road (F1 x Reader) SMAU Season 1

>> Down The Road 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

➡ Previous Part : Next Part

Taglist: @raizelchrysanderoctavius , @laura-naruto-fan1998 , @jpg3 , @tsukishimawhore , @minkyungseokie , @roseseraj , @bbhyuneee , @omgsuperstarg (If you want to be added in this fic, just tell me in reply )

A/N : I'm trying to write in time for the #QatarGP because I want the storyline in Part 2 to continue in real-time (spoiler alert: from Episode 3 onwards, there will be a one-year time skip). I hope you enjoy the racing and the fic too. If you do, don't forget to like and reblog. It's great encouragement for me, who has been sitting with a sore back at the computer for hours to write this SMAU fic

note ; age-gap, a bit of mentor/student relationship

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Season 1 : ── 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐬 ── (Lewis Hamilton x Reader) S1 : E02 𝐾-𝑝𝑜𝑝 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟

Beyond the thrilling competition on the F1 track, the off-track relationships of F1 drivers have also become an exciting topic for fans. That's precisely what's happening with Y/N, a rising star in motorsport, whose relationship with Lewis Hamilton, a seven-time World Champion, is being closely watched. Is it real, or is it just a theory from fans? It's a tough question to answer definitively, as only they can shed light on the situation.

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Source : GQ Sports (On YouTube)

On this episode of "Actually Me" Formula 1 driver Y/N goes undercover on the internet and responds to real comments from fans on Twitter, Instagram, Wikipedia, Reddit, YouTube, and TikTok. How does it feel to be the only woman racing in Formula 1 today? How does she handle the pressure of competing in a male-dominated sport? Which driver is she closest to? And the most pressing question everyone wants to know : What is the true nature of her relationship with Lewis Hamilton? Are they friends, colleagues, competitors, or something more?

For this final question, she simply laughs and replies cryptically, “You guys should ask him (rather than asking me), because I’m curious too.”

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Source : Formula 1: Drive to Survive (On Netflix)

In the show “Formula 1: Drive to Survive” Lewis Hamilton finally opens up about his relationship with Y/N for the first time after it became a hot topic on Twitter world recently. Hamilton said “It’s hard to explain, but we have a very special bond because we’ve known each other for a long time,” He further defined her as the ‘special one’ in his life, yet he still remained enigmatic regarding whether their relationship contains romantic aspect or not.

Additionally, he delves into their personal closeness, mentioning that Y/N is very much a Gen Z personified, enjoying Twitter and often sending funny memes to everyone. He humorously reveals that she sometimes replies to him "OK Boomer," when he doesn't quite grasp the memes she sends.

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Source : Lewis Hamilton's Instagram Story (update)

Lewis Hamilton posted a picture of himself wearing friendship bracelets and tagging @Y/N on Instagram Story before deleting it 11 minutes after

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Source : Twitter (update)

Rumors about a romantic relationship between Y/N and Lewis Hamilton started circulating after a Twitter exchange between the two, leading fans to speculate and gather evidence suggesting they might be dating.

This wave of speculation has received both positive and negative reactions from fans. Some fans disagree with the dating rumors, while others support them. drawing parallels to the F1 version of Tom Holland and Zendaya

While the rumors have been hot topics among F1 fans on Twitter, there has been no confirmation from either Y/N or Hamilton.

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Source : Y/N’s instagram (update)

"Get in, loser We're going to do hotlap"

Y/N posted on Instagram that she will be doing a hot lap for the team's VIP guest in #QatarGP There's speculation that the guest might be a fellow racing driver like Alex, Albon, or George Russell, especially after she previously did a hot lap with Russell without any sign of Lewis Hamilton

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Source : Lewis Hamilton's instagram (update)

"Ready to go with the winner @Y/N"

Lewis Hamilton posted on Instagram, confirming that he is the VIP guest who will get a hot lap with Y/N. Followed by a massive response from fellow F1 drivers and fans who are closely watching their relationship.

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Source : Y/N and Lewis Hamilton's instagram (update)

Y/N and Lewis Hamilton have arrived at the Lusail International Circuit to prepare for the #QatarGP race tonight. The media has been informed by their respective teams that there will be no interviews or comments regarding the rumors about them. They will solely focus on their performance in this race.

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Source : @PopBase

Reportedly the famous spanish singer Úrsula attended the Formula 1 race at #QatarGP amidst fresh rumors among fans that she might be rekindling her relationship with Y/N. This comes after her recent divorce from the Hollywood actor last month.

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𝙏𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙙 (in the next chapter)

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LEWIS x GQ | BEHIND THE SCENES

#lewis hamilton #lh video24 #lh gq #lh photoshoot24

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antisoucials · 2 years

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verstappen, from earliest racing days, has been known for an aggressiveness that lives—mesmerizingly or maddeningly, depending on where along the paddock one sits—right on the limit. “max’s best form of defense is attack,” the red bull racing team principal, christian horner, likes to say. verstappen’s lead rival over the past few seasons, the seven-time world champion lewis hamilton, has put it slightly differently: “max is kind of do-or-die. it’s like you’re either crashing or you’re not going by.” in other words: max is not giving way. ever.

GQ. the making of max verstappen: how f1’s most thrilling driver took over the sport (x)

#max verstappen #f1

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wejustvibing · 2 months

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it's giving cult leader

#🤍#which he is #lewis x gq #lewis hamilton #f1

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mish-tique · 2 years

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I'm doing kinktober - and I'm taking requests!

Hi guys! Title explains it all, but I've set my eyes on a kinktober challenge and I will be taking requests for it. Below the "read more" is the list of kinks.

How to request; send an ask with the following information:

Which day // which kink (or both) // which ship/solo character // your idea (can be plot, universe, etc etc)

Ships I write: max/charles, max/carlos, max/lando, max/daniel, max/lewis, carlos/lando, lando/max fewtrell, daniel/max/lewis, charles/max/carlos, lando/max/carlos. In case the ship you were thinking about is not in this list, feel free to drop in a comment to confirm if I really do not write them.

This post will be updated with requested info and you are allowed to add to information already on here!

OPINIONS NEEDED: POSTED AS ONE SHOTS (regardless of length) OR AS A ONE-SHOT COLLECTION

(original list can be found here and is made by @the-purity-pen ) *If a kink is strikes through it means I will not be doing these. When a prompt is bolt it means this kink is chosen for that day

69 // Dirty Talk -> nortrell, with sexting

A/B/O // Floor Sex -> 4433, Lewis takes Max's virginity

Anal // Glove Kink -> EITHER lestappen serial killers OR carlando medical omegaverse

Breath Play // Missionary -> lestappen, with floor sex, going at it after an incident on track, angry vibe

Breeding // Leather/Latex -> carlando, royalty au with mpreg

Cockwarming // Morning Sex -> lestappen, added voice kink and dom/sub undertones (dom!charles)

Costumes // Sex Toys -> Charles/Max/Carlos, angel/innocent human, demon

Creampie // Voice Kink -> lestappen, prince of monaco!charles x f1!driver Max

Double Penetration // Stripping -> Lewis/Max/Daniel, + hate/angry sex + sex pollen

Drunk Sex // Spanking -> lestappen, after max wins his second championship

Erotic Photos // Rimming -> charles/max/daniel

Exhibitionism/Voyeurism // Hate/Angry Sex -> carlos/max/charles, post 2022 championship celebrations

Face Sitting/Fucking // Dry Humping -> lestappen, maffia au

Fisting // Love Bites/Marks -> lestappen

Group Sex // Overstimulation -> carlando, + Carlos/Lando/Max/Charles, with car sex

Bath/Shower Sex // Intercrural Sex -> lestappen, charles' birthday

Licking // Pegging -> lestappen + lewis watching, post podium celebrations

Bondage // Lingerie -> 4433

Boot Worship // Masturbation -> lestappen, sauber!charles x 2022!max

Dirty Dancing // Mirror Sex -> maxiel getting hot nd bothered in the club

Nipple Play // Praise Kink -> lestappen, sauber!charles x 2022!max, daddy kink, dirty talk, toys + stockings

Object Insertion // Phone Sex -> carlando, fruity vibes, omegaverse

Food Play // Orgasm Denial -> versainz

Outdoor Sex // Tender Sex -> 4433, with praise kink

Pet Play // Sex Pollen -> 4433, dubcon, angry/hate sex, post breakup

Sexting // Wax Play -> carlando, during filming for quadrant

Sensory Deprivation // Stockings -> norstappen

Formal Wear // Strap-Ons -> max/charles/lando, threeway championship battle and the fia prizegiving gala

Body Worship // Table Sex -> Max/Lando/Charles, Lando is being worshipped by Max and Charles, who are in a relationship

Public Sex // Temperature Play -> nortrell, during a stream + cockwarming

FREE CHOICE -> erotic photos, carlando, lestappen, carlos/lando/max/charles (GQ photoshoot)

Hope to see yall drop by <33

#kinktober 2022 #lestappen #versainz #norstappen #maxiel #4433 #carlando #nortrell #ns/fw

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dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram · 2 years

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solo Louis fans are so miserable. They are currently whining that Louis is not doing enough with two weeks to go before release date. They are blaming some evil ban that blacklists Louis and they are blaming Harry (who holds supposedly a terrible grudge) and Louis' "incompetent useless" management and label. The announcement of the signings didn't stop the complaints as they would rather he appear on SNL or in GQ or something. Don't they know how fortunate they are to get personal interaction from Louis? That his idea of promotion might be meeting his fans? He might prefer to be talking to fans rather than doing media or television performances or photoshoots. They are also complaining that his promotion will be heavily UK/US based whichokay, that is fair, but that seems to be the way for most of the English speaking music world. We in other countries are used to it and he didn't come to my country recently but he was in Europe. They say that he is not being considered for festivals when he seems like he'll be doing his own tour most of the summer when festivals are anyway and he played several festivals last year and most festivals have not announced their lineups for next year so how do they know? They talk about others driving fans away but the non stop comparisons to other musicians and the focus on what he's NOT doing are way more negative and off putting. As a wise person often says, there are many ways to have a career in the music industry and not all success looks the same. Maybe this is Louis choosing what success looks like to him. I wish they'd stop comparing him to other people all the time whether that's Harry or Niall, or Lewis Capaldi or 5SOS. No one is above criticism and speculation is a part of fandom but as that wise person says, he is the best decision maker in his life and if this is how he wants to proceed, then good for him. I'm hoping for a little more happiness as we are getting a whole album full of new Louis music and he's touring next year but not holding my breath that these fans will ever be satisfied. Sorry to unload on you but do you know of any positive Louis blogs?

I really don't find the 'fans who believe X are Y' ideas particularly illuminating. There are plenty of miserable fans out there who believe Louis is with Harry. Miserable fans are miserable - and I feel like the complaints have got weirder the more he is getting recognised commercial success (the 'why isn't Louis treated like Springsteen line is next level).

What infuriates me when fans supposedly evaluate promo - is that they're not evaluating promo - they're talking about promo makes them feel and then pretending that's an assessment of how effective it is. Fans want promo that doesn't cause them distress and seems prestigious - and almost all supposed evaluation of promo is about those two elements.

So much of promo isn't visible, because it's about relationships, or tedious things like figuring out how many different vinyls to preorder, (or even just doing interviews in advance).

Anyway my advice is ignore the whining and enjoy that Louis has released a great album and the strategies they've used seem to be working, while being sad about the smashed up arm and hope he recovers soon.

#This is from a few weeks ago #I haven't personally seen it #but the idea that there might be fans #who are complaining that Louis does too much publicity in the UK and US #while also complaining that Louis' team don't do enough to push him to specific markers of commercial success #is really funny

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formulamessi · 1 year

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Lewis en el evento de Tommy x GQ (6 de mayo)

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tierneysodegaard · 2 years

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Hollywood - Max Verstappen x Reader

Max Verstappen x female!reader

Requested? Yes/No

Anon: Hi! I love Dog Days sooo much! I'm blown away by your writing and this is story is such a comfort to me. I'm not sure if you're taking any request but I'm hoping you can write another Max x OC. The reader is Max's biggest celebrity crush and they meet for the first time at Monaco/Miami GP. He's all shy & flustered but he manages to take the reader around the track during the hot laps. They get ask about each other in interviews/talk shows. A lot of shipping & happy ending? Thank you in advance❤️

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, sexual innuendos, Christian Horner, far from home spoilers

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Becoming Spiderwoman was a dream come true. It was finally the big break you had worked hard for. Being Spiderwoman had its perks, many A-listers would happily slide their way into your DMS hoping they’d get a reply and you’d go on a date with them, sure a few of them were hot and definitely grabbed your attention but looks would only go so far. So many of them would have similar lifestyles to you and things like that could get boring besides, if you force something it never turns out well.

Your love life seemed bleak well… that was until a Formula one driver announced that he had a crush on you.

Max Verstappen had been doing some press work with his teammate Sergio Perez when one of the questions asked the pair of you who their celebrity crushes were and Max said that you were. Since that the internet took off a little. You couldn’t scroll through your Instagram timeline without seeing someone make an edit of you and Max or talking about the pair of you despite the two of you never actually meeting.

All these events led you to now. You and your co-star, Tom Holland, were currently in Miami doing some press for the next upcoming Spiderman film. The pair of you were shooting a Q&A for GQ. Thankfully you and Tom got on like a house on fire. As you were new to the industry Tom would always look out for you, sort of acting like an older brother.

“Hello, I’m Tom Holland!”

“And I’m y/n y/l/n!”

“And we are answering fan questions for GQ.” Tom smiled as he took out a piece of crumpled paper from the pot on the table which contained the questions. “Okay so… if you could take three people to dinner, dead or alive, who would you pick?” He smiled to you as you pondered at the thought.

“Hmm, I’d have to say, Freddie Mercury, Carrie Fisher and… I’m gonna say Maggie Smith.”

“Those are good choices.” Tom smiled.

“Who would you take?”

“It’s hard to pick just three, I’ve met a lot of people I’d want to take to dinner, probably Obama, Lewis Hamilton and Heung Min Son.” He smiled proudly at his answers as you moved on to the next question.

“Favourite scene you’ve ever filmed in any film or television show?”

“These are good questions.” Tom smiled, leaning back in his chair. “Probably the scene where all three Peters met one another.”

“Arguably one of the best scenes in cinematic history.”

“You think so?” Tom smirked.

“Everyone in the cinema was clapping when it happened.” You smiled at the Brit.

“What about you?”

“First first scene where I ever wore my suit, finally felt like I made it then.” Tom’s smirk grew to a smile at your words.

“How sweet.” You could tell Tom was mocking you slightly, never in an ill-intent way more in a childish way. “Next one.” He dived his hand in before laughing. “Oh you’ll love this one, who is your celebrity crush?”

“Well we all know yours.”

“And I know yours.” Tom acted like a child on Christmas morning, swinging back and forth on his chair.

“Well I don’t have just one -”

“But I know who fancies you.” His smile got wider. “Max Verstappen! And you fancy him back!”

“Wouldn’t say I fancy the bloke I’ve never met him although, there is something about how he looks post-race, helmet hair Max is something I could look at for hours.” Tom burst into laughter.

“Has he ever slid into yout Dm’s?”

“He has not but he does follow me.”

“Come on Max,” Tom looked straight at the camera. “If you can drive around a car that fast then you should have the guts to dm her.”

Well ever since that interview the internet went wild. The edits started becoming more and more frequent, more fans were talking about the pair of you and at that time you honestly thought it was just a bit of fun, Max would like a few of your Instagram posts and maybe comment on a few and you’d do a same. Nothing went further, that was until Red Bull invited you and Tom to the race in Miami.

When Max found out he’d never been so nervous in his life, not even when he drove the final lap to win his championship. You were set to turn up any minute now alongside Tom Holland and he knew he had to drive the race of his life today after all, he wanted to impress you right?

“I’ll be your wingman.” Tom opened the door of the car for you, allowing you to climb out.

“If you’re my wingman I won’t ever get to kiss Max Verstappen.” The pair of you walked over to a Red Bull employee who was taking you around the paddocks and track for the rest of the day.

“Is that your plan?” Tom smirked. “To kiss him?”

“If you get to have your celebrity crush then I think I deserve mine.” You winked as you collected your passes, scanning them past security.

“That’s why I need to be your wingman, I got mine and I can help you get yours.”

“Believe it or not Tom I can flirt my way through situations without you by my side.”

“Is that why you’re single and needed me to mention Max in that interview to get here or?” His smirk grew, making you push him lightly as the pair of you laughed at his words.

Miami was full of celebrities, even Michelle Obama had turned up. You had been watching this sport for years now and never in your life had you seen anything quite like Miami. It was hard to navigate through the paddock let alone the actual garages. Tom extend his arm back so you could hold onto his forearm as you reached the garages, last thing Tom wanted was you to get lost when Max was nearby.

“And this is Christian Horner, I’m sure the two of you know who he is.” The woman who was taking you on a tour smiled at the man who extended his hand for Tom to take. Tom shook his hand, smiling as the pair said hello to one another.

Christian turned to you, his arms open as you shared a quick hug. “There’s the woman we don’t stop hearing about.” You laughed at his words. “Not only do my daughters talk about you all the time but so does Max.” Christian turned his head, making eye contact with Max and calling him over.

Max didn’t know why Christian was suddenly calling over. He was yet to see that you were standing alongside his racing Principle. When he got closer his face dropped at the sight of the woman he’d had a crush on the moment he’d seen her in the Spiderman trailer.

“Ah Max, finally, I’m sure I don’t need to introduce you to y/n y/l/n, considering you don’t shut up about her.”

Max went bright red at Christian's words. He kept his gaze firmly on you, trying his best not to stare but he couldn’t help it. The woman he’d spent hours thinking about was standing before him and she was wearing his merchandise. Max could have sworn he’d just died and gone to heaven. Sensing how awkward this could get your wingman decided to step in.

“Christian do you happen to have a bathroom around here?” Tom glanced over at you, a smirk on his lips as he spoke.

“Ah yes, I’ll show you it.” He smiled, leading Tom off which just left you and Max alone.

“Hey.” You smiled up at the man, hoping to break the ice between the two of you.

God even your voice was perfect.

“Hi… H-how are you?”

“I’m good thank you.” Your smile was bright, the sight made Max’s heart flutter. It was supposed to be a stupid crush yet here he was, already stuttering. “How are you? Nervous for the race?”

He let out a deep breath, letting a small smile escape his lips before he spoke. “I’m okay, you do tend to get used to a few things when you’ve been racing for a while.”

“Oh yeah?” You smirked. “Never nervous about driving cars that could kill you but you stutter over a woman?”

Being an actress meant it was easy to hide your emotions, including ones like you had for Max. He might have been able to mask his nervousness but you could. Seeing how confident Max was in interviews and online it was amusing to see him crumble under you after just a few words.

“I - Umm -” He stuttered yet again. You let out a small smile which turned into laughter, your laughter made Max relax slightly. “H- have you been around the track yet?”

“I have not.” You looked him up and down. “Care to show me? If you have time -”

“Yes!” Max may have said a little too loudly. “Yes, I have time.” He flashed a smile.

“I’ve got an idea.” Christian suddenly came into view. “What about if the pair of you do a hot lap? We’ll set up some cameras and get the pair of you to answer questions. I’m sure if we just tweeted something out now we could get a handful of questions for the pair of you to answer.” Normally questions wouldn’t be asked but Christian had a plan, he knew everyone wanted to know about you and Max so the questions would be interesting.

“Are you happy to do that, with me?” You turned to Max, silently hoping he’d say yes.

“Well, I’m not going to let one of the other guys take you away am I?” He gained some confidence before mouthing a ‘thank you’ to Christian as the pair of you left to get ready.

The Red Bull social media team set up some cameras in the car they planned on using and screenshotted some questions you’d read out to Max as he drove. Christian and Tom made sure the questions had some interesting takes.

Max handed you a helmet as he opened the sports car door for you. Flashing a smile you thanked him before he joined you. “Nervous?” He asked.

“Yeah a little.” He laughed at your reply, starting the car up, and allowing the engine to roar. He looked at you as the engine grew louder. “Is that you’re way of trying to make me nervous?”

“Depends how you are with fast cars.”

“Depends who’s driving it.” You smirked at the man as he held his gaze with yours. Max smirked as he set off the car, catching you entirely off guard. “Max!” You screamed as the car picked up its pace without warning. The Dutch only laughed as you gripped onto the side of the door for support.

“Come on it’s not that fast -”

“Not that fast?” You yelled as he picked up the pace before drastically slowly down to turn the corner, making you scream at the sudden change. Max couldn’t contain his laughter as he drove.

“You need to ask the questions.” Max turned his attention back to the road.

“Fuck the questions!”

Max kept laughing, he couldn’t believe this confident woman he’d met only minutes ago who was so confident around him was now screaming and holding onto the car like she was going to die. “Just start with the first one.”

You pulled up the phone reluctantly. “What is the one thing you like the most about me?”

“You have really pretty eyes.” He turned the corner, making you jerk to the side. You held your arm out for support but the only support you had that wasn’t the door was his arm. You grabbed his arm, the action made Max look down at your hand before his eyes trailed up your body, scanning every inch of you with a sly smile.

The fans were going to have a field day with that shot.

“Thank you!” You screamed again as he sped up. “Jesus Max, umm what I like the most about you? You look pretty hot when you’ve finished racing.” It was bold of you to say that to him but you’d already said that on GQ.

“Next question?”

“If you had to take y/n on a date, where would you take her?” You laughed at the question.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“Well would you want a more expensive date or a relaxed one? We could order in and follow Bob Ross painting tutorials or we could go to the Ritz.”

“Very creative Verstappen.” You looked back at the phone as you read out another question. “Who would win in a staring competition between the two of you.”

“Definitely me.” Max turned his head to look at you, not leaving your gaze as the pair of you stared at one another for a couple of seconds.

“Max look at the road!” You broke away from his hold, pointing to the road but Max only flickered his gaze forward for a split second before looking back at you.

“We’re fine.” He smirked, putting his foot down just that inch more making the car speed up.

“Yeah you are -”

“Do you do your own stunts?” He suddenly asked.

“Some of them why?”

“What about at the end of the film, you swung across that building and fell but landed on your feet, was that all you?”

“Yeah, I had a harness on so I didn’t die as we were rather high up -”

“Were you scared?”

“No.”

“So you’re not scared of jumping and swinging around a set that’s high off the ground but you’re scared of me driving fast?”

“I’m not scared you just took me off guard with it -” Max suddenly turned another corner making you grab onto his arm again. “Fucking hell Max.”

The pair of you had completed the lap but Max wasn’t done there. “How good are you with spinning?” Your eyes widened at his words, knowing exactly what he was going to do.

“Max no -” Max had already set off, creating doughnuts with the car, he didn’t stop at just one either, he kept going. Maybe it was because he loved the way you held onto his arm to feel safe or because he was able to just have you alone and when he was in a car he felt confident with you.

Eventually, Max had to stop. His cheeks hurt from the constant laughing. He quickly opened his door, running around the car to open your door. He leaned over you to undo your seatbelt before helping you out of the car. “You okay?” He smiled, reaching up to take your helmet off whilst the two of you were blissfully unaware that your interactions were still being filmed.

“A little dizzy but hey that was fun.” You smiled back as he removed his own helmet, earning him an interesting gaze from you as you were taken back by his state.

“Fun? You screamed the whole time.”

“I scream in the bedroom, doesn’t mean I’m not having fun, maybe if you’re good enough you might hear it too.” You sent him a smirk and just like that, you had made Max Verstappen weak at the knees. Reaching up you placed a kiss on his cheek before walking away from him, leaving a stunned Max Verstappen to blush at your actions.

Max had won in Miami and needless to say the after-party was an experience. You woke up the next morning to a flood of ship edits and posts of you and Max. The hot laps video came out just after Max had won and fans didn’t need to wait long for more content of the two of you.

Photos started to circulate of the pair of you at the party. Max had his arms around you as the pair of you danced to the music. You spent your morning scrolling through multiple video edits and photo edits of the two of you. You even liked a few, knowing that would also more than likely set the fans off even more.

You wished you could have stayed in Miami for longer but you had to fly to London with Tom, the pair of you were set to appear on The Graham Norton show for more interviews.

“Morning Mrs Verstappen.” Tom smirked as you met him outside your hotel room. “Is Max in there with you?”

“No, he isn’t.”

“So did the pair of you -”

“No, we didn’t do anything like that.” You huffed, pulling your hoodie closer as the pair of you left to catch your flight. Your phone vibrated in your hand, you looked down to see that Max had Dm’d you. A smile crept across your face at the sight. “Not yet anyway.”

On the plane you were finally able to answer his message.

Max: Christian told me you were leaving today, have you left yet? X

You: We have, we’re going back to London for press, I’m sorry I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye x

Max: Don’t apologise, are you free on the 25th? X

You: I believe so, how come? X

Max: Will you still be in London then? X

You: Yes x

Max: I wanted to ask you in person but seeing as you’re no longer in Miami I’ll ask you now, would you like to go on a date? As you’re in London we could go to the Ritz? I’ll book everything and if you’re free that weekend would you like to come to Monaco with me for the race? X

You: I’d love to Verstappen x

Max: Thank fuck x

“What’s got you smiling like that?” Tom’s voice grabbed your attention, snapping your head up your smile faded when you realised what he was alluding to.

“Nothing -”

“He’s messaged you hasn’t he?”

“He -”

“What’s he said?” Tom smirked. “Oh come on y/n you’ve got to tell me -”

“He asked me out on a date, he wanted to ask in person but considering we’re up in the sky that might be rather hard.”

“What did you say?”

“Take a guess.” It was now your time to smirk.

“Where are the two of you going?”

“The Ritz -”

“Bloody hell he must fancy you, that place is expensive.”

You arched your brows at his comment. “As if your bank account would be damaged if you went there.”

“You know if things work out well between the two of you we could all go on a double date.”

“Well I hope they do because I’m going to Monaco with him after.”

“Please use protection I don’t want mini y/n’s running around, one’s bad enough.” Tom smiled as you flipped him off, sinking back into your chair to text Max.

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“y/n I have to ask.” You sat alongside Tom and a few other celebrities as Graham Norton started to interview everyone. He was yet to ask about Max which was surprising considering it was all anyone was talking about currently. “You and Max Verstappen…” The crowd cheered as you broke out into a smile. “Is there anything between the two of you?”

“Well…” Your smile didn’t falter. “I hope so.” The crowd screamed again. “We have a date set up and well… who knows what will happen.”

It wasn’t just you who had been questioned about the two of you. Max had to deal with interviews all year round, thankfully for you, it was only when you had an upcoming project coming out or if you were invited on a talk show out of the blue. He’d said the same, that the two of you were going on a date in the near future. You knew it would be hard to keep your relationship hidden from the public eye as everyone was still very much obsessed with the two of you but the reaction was very positive so maybe the two of you could be the next parents of Hollywood, despite his profession.

You’d managed to survive the endless questions and the constant teasing from Tom who was determined to have your upcoming relationship talked back so maybe the press would back down from his.

Opening the door to one of the dressing rooms which held your belongings you were met with bright ocean eyes and a mess of brown hair. Standing in the middle of your dressing room was a very tired Max Verstappen who evidently took the first flight he could to London after you’d left.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You looked down at his hands which had a large bouquet of flowers tightly grasped between them.

“I - I’ve just realised how weird this must be -” His confidence fell. You warmed to his words, he really did like you.

“It’s not weird, if anything I’m actually rather impressed you managed to get a flight out here, make yourself look presentable after that hangover you must have gotten last night and pick up flowers.”

“I am very tired.” He let out a breath of relief.

“Well…” You stepped closer to him, your hands resting above his. “Why don’t you come home with me and this time I’ll drive.”

“Sounds perfect.” He planted a kiss on your forehead. “I hope you like the flowers too, I wasn’t sure which ones to get so Daniel helped.”

“They’re beautiful Max.” You took them into your hands, admiring how stunning they were before moving one hand to lace into his. “Come on, I’m fucking shattered.”

Needless to say, the photos of the two of you holding hands as you left the set went down a treat on social media.

#max vertsappen imagines #f1 imagine #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen one shot #max verstappen #f1 blurb #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1

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