@f1blrcreatorsfest Week 1: Monocolours (red) (again)

@f1blrcreatorsfest week 1: monocolours (red) (again)

shut up and put your money where your mouth is // oscar piastri

summary: the reserve drivers have a little mischief pool going, keeping themselves occupied on weekends where they have nothing better to do. until nico hulkenberg pushes y/n and oscar a little too far and makes them confront how they feel about each other

pairing: oscar piastri x female alfa romeo! reader

warnings: alcohol is involved, drinking games are played (spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven) and a massive prank war is waged on every driver in the paddock, implied smut scene at the end, but no smut is written. sexual innuendos because jack doohan is a little shit, y/n is too cool for oscar (she's also really mean to fernando but in a funny way . . . sorry nando) mentions of a crash ( everybody was fine, y/n is just still feeling the emotional effects )

author's note: so for a while now i've been wanting to make a story or a fic that focuses on the reserve drivers because i feel like they all sort of get forgotten, so this fic is dedicated to the reserves and those who hide behind the scenes : )

"alright, jamie and logan got the extra dye from alex, liam and dennis are going to distract the old man." y/n started eagerly, making grabby hands towards logan sargeant, who gave her a strange look before passing over the bottle of red hair dye. "oscar, do you and jack have a way of getting into his driver's room?"

the reserve drivers were standing outside the alpine hospitality building, mischeif in their eyes as a plan started brewing. the reserve and development drivers were only performatively employed through driver's academies. they had no real reason to be there on race weekends. very rarely were they actually needed.

it was natural for them to get bored, expected, even. because who wanted to stand around and look at data all day when it didn't even affect them? who wanted to take a ten hour flight to another continent just to sit around and do nothing all race weekend except look good for the team?

and that's when nico hulkenberg had made his proposal. every season, it was a new game. always disruptive to the regular drivers, always chaotic and more than once it got guenther steiner swearing at the lot of them. two teams, a season full of dares and challenges.

and may the best pranksters win.

jack doohan nodded. "it was shockingly easy to get his keys. all you've gotta do is find a way to swap out his shampoo for the dye. and then when he goes to take a shower after free practice," jack clapped his hands together. "his hair will be red before the old codger knows what hit him."

their team was the young guns, the under twenty-fives. there were more of them than anybody else, but they were competing against guys who had been there way longer: nico hulkenberg, antonio giovinazzi, robert schwartzman, nyck de vries, stoffel vandoorne and pietro fittipaldi

"i'll come inside with you. since the contract thing started, people in alpine hospitality have been giving me a wide berth." oscar piastri shrugged his shoulders, hands in the front pockets of his black chinos, making his alpine polo ride up, exposing a sliver of his toned stomach.

y/n sucked in a barely audible breath, hoping that nobody around noticed.

she wasn't sure when she developed a crush on the aussie f2 champion, but she knew it wouldn't lead her anywhere good. never mix business and pleasure, so she had always been told.

no, it was better to leave oscar to his own devices. to pretend she felt nothing towards him.

"you don't have to." she said gently, pulling a denim jacket over her alfa romeo polo. with any luck, she was little-known enough that the hospitality staff wouldn't recognize her and just let her pass through.

worst comes to worst, she could always pretend she was coming to say hi to abbi pulling, who had recently signed to the alpine young driver's programme.

"you don't even know where his driver's room is."

she hated it when oscar was right. "fine." she pouted, hooking her fingers in her belt loops. "but let's make it quick, before daddy szafnauer gets the wrong idea."

jack snorted, and logan shook his head, wishing he could leave the conversation.

"excuse me, what?" the american frowned, raising his eyebrows. "there's something wrong with you."

"what?" she laughed, sipping from her plastic starbucks cup.

god, oscar would never tire of that sound, the visual of y/n throwing her head back, smile splitting her features as her hair spilled down her back.

"he's like, the fourth most fuckable team principal. don't even get me started on daddy toto."

"there's a scale?" jack looked scandalized. "i am but a mere child, too innocent for this!"

oscar snorted. "according to the country of australia, you're street legal, doohan."

"here's the scale: toto, jost, andreas, otmar, christian, mattia, mike, guenther, fred, franz. i'd fuck ted kravitz, too. don't underestimate daddy kravitz."

somehow, at the revelation that y/n wanted to fuck toto wolff, oscar's ego ached. if her type was six foot five austrian men old enough to be her father twice over, what chance did he have?

'"i know way too much about you." logan shook his head, beginning to walk backwards. "good luck fucking fernando over- bad word choice given that last conversation, let me know how it goes."'

y/n laughed, playfully punching oscar in the arm. "come on, alpine's most wanted. i've got an old man's day to ruin and a self-centered german to upstage."

y/n tossed the bottle in the air, catching it with a grin as she brushed past oscar and headed into the hospitality suite.

oscar watched her go with wide, bright eyes, attempting to casually hide the boner forming in his khaki's as his eyes zeroed in on the alfa romeo driver's sashaying backside, made extra prominent by her tight black jeans.

"you coming, problem child?" she shouted, a bright smile on her face as she stuck her head out of the glass door.

"coming in just a second!"

"i'm sure he's coming in more ways than one." jack snorted, patting oscar on the shoulder. "you are so whipped, mate. and you aren't even getting good sex out of it. that's a crime, oscar!"""i'm sure he's coming in more ways than one." jack snorted, patting oscar on the shoulder. "you are so whipped, mate. and you aren't even getting good sex out of it. that's a crime, oscar!"

"fuck off!" oscar whined, pushing jack's hands away as he sauntered up the hospitality steps. "i'm doing it for my commitment to the bit."

he wished that he had sounded like he believed it, but everybody knew that he didn't.

everybody knew that he did it because he was head over heels for y/n y/l/n.

he ran to catch up to her, directing the testing driver in the direction of fernando alonso's diver's room. fernando was never the original target of that prix weekend's scheme. in fact, y/n was never supposed to be the person who planned it. this was supposed to be frederik vesti's weekend to plan and execute the scheme.

but after an unfortunate incident in fp1 resulted in fernando cutting y/n off and sending her into the wall, cutting her coveted rookie driving session short, a session she had fought freddie vasseur tooth and nail to steal away from theo pourchaire, plans had changed and she'd swapped weekends with fred.

drawing the keys out of her jacket pocket and offloading her frappucino on the australian standing next to her, she opened the unmarked door to fernando's room, rolling her eyes at the massive spanish flag hanging on the wall.

"where's the fucker's shampoo? he doesn't get to ruin my one young driver session and get away with it." she started pacing, hands reaching to the back of her head to tap on the brim of the backwards baseball cap she was wearing. "changing his hair color is fucking mercy compared to what i should be doing to him."

"shower's are that way." oscar nodded, cocking his head towards a royal blue hallway. "how many points do you think this is going to get us with the hulk? you have to admit, that stunt he pulled on crofty and brundle last week was kind of legendary."

y/n rolled her eyes, heading towards fernando's shower and wishing she had brought gloves. seriously, what do old men get up to when they shower? she didn't want to find out. she could get a goddamn staph infection just from stepping foot in the damn thing.

"all nico did was fuck with the microphones. they fixed it in less than half an hour. all that happened was making sure that fp1 was narrated by darth vader." she shook her head, wincing as she reached into fernando's shower, wishing she could have gotten somebody else to do it. "nico shouldn't even be doing the scoring if he's participating. why can't kubica do it? he's a neutral party."

but there wasn't enough money in the world to pay one of the other reserves to stand in fernando alonso's shower.

she uncapped the bottle of men's head and shoulders, overturning it in the bathroom sink as she turned on the faucet, watching the thick, cream colored liquid bubble and fizz as it went down the drain.

"robert made it damn clear that he wants nothing to do with this." oscar laughed, trying to decipher the label on the side of the starbucks cup, curious to see what sweet concoction was in the cup, especially knowing that she didn't like to drink coffee.

"understandable. i think robert's kind of done with everybody's bullshit. mostly theo's, though. frankly, so am i. truth be told, i think vasseur wants me gone." she frowned, twisting open the bottle of red dye that logan had given her and upending it over the plastic bottle. "i don't think that he's a fan of the fact that i'm never going to drive competitively."

"that's a bullshit reason for him to fire you."

"that's what i said!" y/n complained, throwing her hands in the air as she waited for the thick red dye to drain. she wasn't even sure if her plan was going to work: fernando's hair was dark, and it was arguable that the color might not even show unless the spaniard bleached it first. "i've never wanted to drive competitively, but after what happened in magny-cours, i'll never be able to compete again."

she had never wanted the fame, the glory, the champagne and the trophies. all she'd ever wanted to do was drive. she'd had a mediocrely successful season with the w series in 2019, followed up by half a season in formula three before a three-car crash had broken four bones in her foot.

she could still drive, and she loved her job working in testing and development, but she could tell that frederic vasseur was tiring of prepping and training a driver that was never going to make it to f1. a driver that would never compete in anything ever again. the crash had stolen all of her self-confidence, and there was nothing she could do other than pack all of her dignity in a box and walk out of the prema garage, terrified to ever race again, for fear of another incident occurring. her partnership with the ferrari driver's academy had fallen through a year later, and she counted her blessings every day that alfa romeo had rescued her from the wreckage of what she had seen her life becoming.

shaking her head as she realized that the dye bottle was empty, she rinsed it out before stowing the evidence in her jacket pocket and putting the cap back on the shampoo bottle before thrusting it back into fernando's shower.

"come on, piastri." she grinned, taking her drink back from the academy driver. "let's get out of here. all we can do now is wait for the old man to have a shower, and then nico is going to have to give in and declare us the winners."

they got their answer three hours later.

y/n was walking through the paddock with jamie chadwick and jessica hawkins, twirling her paddock pass between her fingers as she made small talk with the girls she considered to be her best friends.

"so, y/n . . . " jess started, the pom pom on her signature beanie hat bouncing as the brit walked. "are you finally going to tell oscar?"

"nope." she answered. too fast, always too fast when it came to feelings. too quick to catch them, even quicker to deny them. especially when they concerned the boy at the center of every f1 news story in the last two weeks, ever since he had announced he would not be signing with alpine, but in fact would be ousting daniel ricciardo from mclaren. "never. no feelings whatsoever."

"aw, jess, look at her face go all red." jamie laughed, nudging y/n's side. "she's definitley in love with piastri."

"um, go fuck yourselves. both of you." she laughed, trying to hide how flustered she was. she had been waiting all day for fernando to come running out of hospitality, cussing her out in spanish at the top of his lungs. "the way my life is going, i might not even be around the paddock next year. i've actually started looking into testing for formula e, maybe i can become a reserve driver or something there. mclaren will need people."

"vasseur finally sick of seeing your face in his garage?" jess replied sadly. "i'm sorry, love. freddie just has a stick up his ass and someone needs to yank it out. with force."

the girls laughed, arms around shoulder's as they kept walking down the paddock. y/n froze, reaching for jess and jamie's arms, trying to get them to slow down before they walked past the alpine suite. jack and oscar were sitting on the patio with liam and dennis, waiting to see the fruits of their labour.

"who did this?! which pendejo is responsible!?"

"jesus fucking christ." jess groaned. "please tell me that you didn't."

on y/n's other side, jamie extended her hand for a low high five. "so that's what the dye was for." she laughed as the front door to alpine hospitality swung open, a furious fernando alonso standing on the front steps.

his hair was still soaking wet, but it was clear to everybody in a five mile radius that his hair was now a very vivid cherry red. the pure look of rage on the spaniard's face should have been enough to send a shockwave of terror through her body.

instead, it just made her feel alive.

at the patio table, the four boys had collapsed in laughter. jack had his head buried in his hands while liam had his phone out to videotape the entire encounter.

"did you cabrons do this?" fernando roared. "as if what you've done to the sanctity of this team wasn't enough!"

"oscar, run!" she could hear dennis hauger shout through his fit of laughter.

oscar stayed put, laughing to himself as he looked over at y/n.

and when he winked at her, she thought her legs would buckle, the butterflies spreading through her stomach so rapidly that she thought she might be sick.

she had been past the point of denying her feelings to herself a long long time ago, and now the aussie had a permanent place in her dreams, in both horny and wholesome ways. her fingers had become quite acquainted with the motions they robotically performed whenever oscar piastri appeared in her late-night fantasies.

"oi fernando!" she shouted, throwing her middle finger up in the air, ignoring all the patrons and crew members who were gawking at the alpine driver. "that's for sending me into the barriers, you old cunt!"

when fernando turned back to her, jessica grabbed her hand, and in a fit of laughter the three girls took off down the paddock to the aston martin garage.

nico hulkenberg had decided to award ten points for that stunt.

he had given himself eight points for the darth vader microphone trick.

the war would continue for weeks upon weeks, only stopping for the summer break. jessica and y/n had teamed up with liam to cover lawrence stroll's desk in plastic wrap, rendering it unusable and relishing in watching the multi-millionaire throw a fit when he couldn't figure out how to get the plastic wrap off his ikea desk. ( worth eight points. )

robert schwartzman and antonio giovinazzi had countered that by gluing clown wigs to the headphones used by the ferrari pit wall. to this day, mattia still didn't know who was responsible. ( worth five points. ferrari were already enough of a joke as is. )

and suddenly they were in sao paolo, and the season was almost over. begrudgingly, hulkenberg had relented and crowned the younger group the winners.

y/n had hefted the large lego trophy with a proud look on her face, standing in the center of oscar piastri's king-sized hotel bed while the other reserve drivers clapped for her from the floor.

they had gathered together for one last hurrah, a night without pranks or fighting or superiority complexes. a night to celebrate: logan, nyck, oscar and nico were all being promoted.

and y/n had news of her own that she planned to announce after the season ended in abu dhabi: she would be leaving f1 to go to formula e and act as the reserve and development driver for avalanche andretti now that she knew for certain that vasseur would not be renewing her alfa contract for another year.

jamie would be leaving for indy nxt, and liam for japanese super formula. it was truly their last night all together, their last night of things being the way that they used to be.

"i think we need to end this season properly." pietro insisted, reaching for the bottle of ferrari trento that was in the middle of the circle where they were all sitting. "it's our last season together, so forgive me for growing attached to you motherfuckers."

with news of nico returning to grid with his new place at haas, he had been quick to hand the reins of the prank war to his young apprentice. pietro fittipaldi intended to take his job very seriously, and was already dividing the teams for the 2023 season.

"psst, i'll still be around." y/n said, hopping down from the bed. "someone's gotta keep piastri in check. and who else is going to remind you all just how fuckable your bosses are."

"ugh, never say those words again, i beg you!" antonio begged. "if i ever hear you talk about 'daddy mattia' again, i swear i will put a laxative in your drink, just like i did to steiner."

the laxative stunt had won giovinazzi eight points, but at what cost? guenther had been pissed off for the rest of the weekend, and there had been a smell lingering around the haas motorhome despite f1's best efforts at cleaning it up.

y/n just laughed, holding out her plastic solo cup. "hit me, fittipaldi. i want as much champagne as can fit in this glass."

pietro shook his head, but abided the testing driver's request, filling the solo cup up to the line.

"what do you say that we make this night a little more interesting?" jack doohan proposed, looking over at oscar and y/n out of the corner of his eye.

the two young adults were sitting directly next to each other, their knees touching through their jeans. and then jack suddenly had the best worst idea ever.

he turned to liam, lowering his voice and whispering something into the kiwi's ear before they both burst out into sly grins.

"oi, fitti, how much champagne is left in that bottle?"

pietro frowned, looking at the green glass bottle in his hands. "like, a third. why?"

"just drink it so we can use the bottle." liam suggested, offering up his own solo cup. "pour the rest of it in here."

"nope." robert schwartzman cut in. "liam, i refuse to deal with your drunk ass again. that can be somebody else's problem today."

as pietro passed off the bottle, nico met liam's shit eating grin. still chuckling to himself, the red bull junior nodded in the direction of oscar and y/n, who were signing the nineties song blasting from pietro's phone in a very tipsy, our of key way. but somehow, they were perfectly in tune with each other, even if their rendition of 'hot in herre' didn't match up with one nelly was singing on the other end of the phone speaker.

nico's eyes widened as he watched jack set up the bottle in the middle of the circle.

they were going to play spin the bottle, but with the number of men outweighing the number of women, it was a set up for chaos. but even more than that, it was supposed to be a way to get two very specific lovesick idiots to finally admit how they felt about each other.

"who's ready for spin the bottle?!" liam shouted, being met with cheers from some of the other guys. guys who just wanted to see something really stupid that they could use as blackmail material.

but nobody missed how oscar and y/n instinctually moved away from each other as pietro shut the music off, a dusting pink on their cheeks as y/n moved to put jamie in between her and oscar.

"aren't we a little old for this?" stoffel vandoorne sighed. "we are grown ass adults."

liam shrugged. "you don't have to play if you don't want to."

"and let you jackasses have all the fun?"

"i say trophy bearer over there goes first." jack proposed, pointing at y/n.

nobody missed the way that her eyes flicked to oscar, nerves settling in her stomach. it was fine, she told herself. there was no way that the bottle would land on oscar. and next year, she'd be in a different paddock and her heart could cool down from all the ways that the aussie used to make it race.

taking a deep breath, she leaned forward to spin the empty trento bottle, nails scraping against the label. she closed her eyes, sitting back on her heels and crossing her fingers behind her back that god would be on her side.

hoping and praying that it wouldn't land on oscar.

and because her eyes were still closed, she didn't have a chance to watch jack nudge his foot into the circle, stilling the bottle's movements so that it landed on oscar piastri.

oscar's face flushed pink as he leaned back against the bed. next to him, liam and jack cheered, as did nico from the other side of the circle.

"oscar and y/n!" the german cheered. "now where's the closet? we're playing full seven minutes in heaven, out here we'll set the timer. you kids have fun." nico winked

trying not to make eye contact with each other, oscar and y/n got to their feet, slowly walking over to the closet like they had been sentenced to the gallows.

"ladies first." oscar coughed out, sliding the mirrored door open and allowing y/n to slip inside the confined space. the future mclaren driver followed her inside.

they stood less than two feet apart, breaths heavy.

"we don't have to do this if you don't want to." oscar said quietly. "nico is a jackass. we can just stand here and talk for seven minutes."

"oscar," she cut him off. "i need to tell you something." the time for being a coward was over. she wasn't going to be here next year. if oscar didn't feel the same, at least she wouldn't have to deal with seeing his stupid, pretty face every day. "i'm not coming back next year. vasseur told me that management is changing, and that the new guy isn't likely to keep me around if i'm never going to drive competitively again. i'm going to andretti, oscar. i'm going to be a formula e reserve in 2023."

"what? what do you mean you went to andretti?" oscar's voice was faint as he stared at her, his eyes slowly moving from her plump, pink lips, down to her tiny black garage top, the lace of her bralette peeking through the deep-cut collar, her cleavage on perfect display.

if he was ever going to do something with his feelings, now would be the time.

but y/n didn't even give him the chance, pressing up on her toes to smash her lips to oscar's, his hands flying to her waist. it was a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue as oscar pushed her back against the wall.

sometimes, a kiss could say more than words.

she moaned as oscar's hands squeezed her thighs through her army green flare pants, the aussie taking that moment to gently slip his tongue in between her lips. her fingers carded at his hair, gently pulling a small handful, eliciting a growl from the driver's throat before he changed his area of focus, hungrily kissing her neck.

y/n gasped at the feeling, a sensation made double as oscar's cold hands touched her skin, teasing the bottom of her shirt, running over her toned stomach.

"oscar." she whined, feeling a familiar ache in between her thighs. in the back her mind, she wondered if they were nearing the end of their seven minutes.

or if nico had even bothered to count.

they got their answer when a harsh knock on the closet door startled oscar so much that he tripped on his own feet, falling to the carpeted floor.

"time's up, kiddos!" stoffel shouted from the other side. "make yourselves decent and then get your asses back out here."

getting decent would be difficult: her hair was a mess, a hickey already forming on the side of her neck, and there was definitely a bulge in oscar's jeans that wasn't there when the duo entered the closet.

"fuck." she mumbled, resting her head against the wall. "what do we do?"

"it's my room." oscar reminded. "i can just kick them out, and we can finish what we started."

"good plan." y/n agreed, throwing the closet door open.

the pair stumbled out, and oscar found himself tugging the tails of his button up shirt over his crotch, hoping that nobody could tell how massively turned on he was.

"everybody out!" he shouted. "this night has been incredible, but i'm very tired and have things to do in the morning." he lied blatantly, dragging dennis and jack to their feet.

logan gave him a very confused look. "the fuck? tomorrow is race day? they don't need any of us."

"logan." jamie said gently "read the room."

it took the american a minute as the rest of the reserve drivers groaned, abandoning their night of champagne and debauchery. or at least, relocating it from oscar's room. but when the pieces clicked in his mind, his eyes went wide. "what the fuck? you're kicking us out so you can fuck, aren't you?"

"ew!" robert shouted. "god, you guys are terrible!"

jack and liam just winked at each other as they slipped into the hallway, thankful that their plan had worked, and that the two would finally stop being idiots around each other.

"yes, now get the fuck out unless you want to watch." y/n concluded, kicking theo pourchaire in the back to try and get him to stand up.

"wait, live porn is an option? i'll hide in the closet, i swear you won't even know that i'm there!" pietro shouted, half joking and half not as oscar pushed him through the doorframe.

"out!" oscar shouted again, holding the door open as all of the drivers walked out in single file.

"call us in the morning and tell us all about it, love." jessica winked at y/n as she and jamie followed stoffel out.

"oh of course." y/n agreed. "see you all in the morning. or not!" she shouted down the hallway before oscar closed and locked the door.

they stood toe to toe, soft smiles on their faces.

"hi, lover." she said softly, eyes on his lips.

"hi." he said, just as soft as he pressed his lips to hers. "no, where were we?"

"well, i think you were about to do this." she hummed, pulling her shirt over her head and dropping it to the ground.

oscar's eyes darkened at the sight. the lacy black bralette was even better now that he could see all of it, the halter strap sweeping up around the back of neck. as she spun around, he could see the thin strap draping low down on her back.

"god, you're beautiful." he rasped.

she wasn't prepared for how deep his voice was going to get, but it thrilled her to no end, knowing that she'd had that effect on oscar this entire time.

"you know what makes it even better?" she lowered her voice, pretending to be distracted as she started to undo the buttons on oscar's shirt. "i'm wearing a matching thong."

"bed, now." oscar insisted, sweeping her off her feet.

it was going to be a looong night.

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moonysimp

2 years ago

the boy of my dreams– lando norris.

summary: one shot where you're the mclaren photographer and can't get lando out of your head. and he can't get you out of his head either.

nsfw at the end.

his hands. all over your body. his lips. on yours.

it was all too much. and everytime it started to get really intense, that's when you woke up.

now, it is not entirelly professional to get this kind of unholy thoughts about the person you work for. but you couldn't help it. as much as you tried.

you knew it would be hard not to fall for the drivers the moment you took the job as the official mclaren photographer, but you insisted that you would get your hormones at bay and try not to mess anything up. working in formula one has always been your dream. since you were born, you have always loved the feeling of capturing a moment on camera and keep it with you. and for as long as you can remember, there was nothing more that you wanted to photograph than those fast cars. your love for photography has always been tighted with your passion for f1, so now that you found your way into the sport, the least you could do is try not to lose the job you worked hard to get.

you could fall for any driver (not that you should tho) but you cannot fall for a mclaren driver. under any circumstance. you made that promise to yourself the moment they contacted you. there are plenty of handsome men to look at on that damn grid. you knew you're were not here to behave like a hormonal fifteen year old, but you knew it is very hard no to stare at the talented men around you. but the only exception is the mclaren boys. they need to be out of the equation.

that's what you kept repeating yourself. over and over again. and yet there he was, in your mind. in your dreams.

what is it with lando norris? and how could you get him out of your head?

that's the million dollar question. one that you would give everything to know.

there are three team photographers, one that focuses on the fans and crew. one that focuses on daniel. and one that focuses on lando.

you started working with the team last year, and they assigned you the fans part of the job. you did an amazing work, perfectly capturing the enthusiasm and all that papaya love and pride through your lenses. you made a really good impression on the team, so when lando's photographer had to quit, they didn't think twice to move you and assign you as his photographer.

that's when it all started to get messy.

you had kept your distance since the beginning (as much as you could) and you were so focused on showing everyone that you deserved to be there, on trying to make the team proud, that you didn't pay a lot of attention to the handsome british boy. of course you sometimes got a bit distracted on the garage, with his laugh and his funny comments. and his smile. and the way he always lighten up the room. and how he changed when he was focused, the way his eyes glistened with determination, and intensity. ok maybe you sometimes stared at him a bit too much. but it was alright. as long as it didn't escalate into something more.

but then the change happened, and you got to meet him. and you found yourself following him around all the time, taking pictures of him, studying every angle of his face, his body, his car. and it obviously escalated to the point where he intruded in your dreams every night and wouldn't leave your head for five seconds.

how professional.

and the worst part was not only that you felt highly attracted to him but it was the fact that you felt like... he kinda felt something towards you as well.

water. cold water. that's what he needed after yet another dream. he had lost count of how many times he had dreamt with you. and it wasn't quite a happy ever after kind of dream. it was rough. and intense. and hot. and so unprofessional.

he cursed himself over and over again everytime. he had the opportunity to be with all the girls he wanted, and yet he couldn't stop thinking about his photographer. that sweet, beautiful, fierce woman who gave it everything for a perfect shot. who was always so patience, and kind towards everyone. so funny and charming. he thought you were cute since the beginning, but since you had the fans part of the work you weren't around him that much so he never had a chance to get to know you or anything. but now it was different. now everywhere he looked, you were there. you two would laugh about the same jokes, and be around each other most of the time.

and that was not helping the crush he had on you. and it was so wrong, although he doubted anyone at mclaren would say anything if he shot your shot and asked you out. but he knew if things didn't work out, you might lose your job or it would be highly awkward.

he told himself it would pass. that he needed to get his needs out and take another girl home so he could get you out of his mind. but it was no use.

and it was not easy to deal with the kind of thoughts that came to mind everytime he caught you looking at him. because then all his dreams would came back, and they would be stuck in his head. and all he would want to do would be making every single one come true.

it was the monaco grand prix where he decided to shoot his shot with you. the pair of you would not take your eyes off each other by that time of the season, and you had spent so much more time than necessary around each other. the sexual tension was so visible that you had even flirted as a joke a couple of times, but every time it would start getting more serious until he decided to go for it.

it was quali day and you and lando were about to part ways as he got into his trailer, but before you left he called your name.

"let's make a bet", he said eyes full of determination.

"i'm terrible at bets", you responded, looking up from your camera.

"hear me out", he said. "if i get into the top three today, you have to go on a date with me."

red painted your cheeks as you laughed and looked around to see if anyone had heard what he had said.

"i've been trying very hard to keep it professional between us, norris. don't destroy my effort", you said, bringing a hand to your chest in a gesture of innocence.

the way you called him by his last name never failed to turn him on, but he didn't let that distract him from the rest of what you said.

"so that means that you have thought of us in that way. you and i both know our efforts to keep it professional will fail eventually. i can't get you out of my mind, no matter how much i try. and i know you're afraid that this might mess things up with the team", he blurted, caught up in a rush. "so let's have faith tell us what we should do. if everything goes in my favor today", he came closer to you, not letting your eyes for a second, "you go out with me. would that be so bad?", his eyes dropped to you lips and stayed there for what it felt like hours and then returned to your eyes.

you had run out of air and were struggling to keep it together after all the things he had said. of course you had thought of going out with him. for fuck's sake you had thought of him doing all kinds of dirty things to you. and now he was here saying that he thought of you too. you replied quickly before you could change your mind.

"you got yourself a deal then"

"lando norris will start the 2022 monaco grand prix in front row as he finishes his flying lap, securing himself p2 on tomorrow's race"

the post race glow he had was almost poetic as you flashed your camera at him. everyone went up to congratulate him but you stayed away taking pictures, wanting to congratulate him privately. you were incredibly proud of the way he drove today and you wanted to tell him. you took pictures while the interviewer talked to him and after he finished, he went straight to the trailer excusing himself saying that he needed to pee real quick. you went after him to quickly talk to him before the other interviews started.

"hey, lucky boy", you called him and he turned right outside the doors of the trailer. "congratulations today, you were really incredible out th-"

you couldn't finish the sentence because suddenly both of his hands were cupping your cheeks and his lips were on yours. it was a quick kiss. it all happened so fast. by the time you realized what had happened he put distance between you, smiling wide.

"LANDO!", you blurted, your eyes wide. he threw his head back laughing, drunk on the feeling of being invincible.

"see you tonight", he said as he turned and went inside the trailer, leaving you processing everything that had happened. you snapped out of your stupor and walked away, butterflies making a mess on your stomach.

he had kissed you. lando norris, the mclaren driver you should stay away from, had kissed you. and all you could think of was how you wanted him to do it again, and again, and again.

i'm taking you to my favorite restaurant for our date. i'll pick you up at 7 :)

you read the text he sent over and over again. still struggling to believe that this was real. you and lando, on a date. the simple idea had you giggling like a fool. you put on the fancy dress you had packed on your bag for the team's party and started to work on your makeup.

he picked you up. the ride to the restaurant was full of laughs and comments about qualifying.

"as i was saying before you interrupted me today, you were incredible out there. i'm so proud of you and that p2", you said looking at him drive. you couldn't help but think about how hot he looked with one hand on the wheel and wearing that black shirt. but your thoughts spun out of control when he moved his free hand and placed it on you bare thigh.

"that means a lot to me, it really does", he said looking at you for a bit. "But i wouldn't have changed interrupting you today."

his hand on your thigh, his comment about today, everything seemed to pause for a moment.

"this is not professional, lando. we are gonna get in trouble. i'm specially gonna get in trouble", you said, reality hitting you.

"let's forget about the trouble for tonight, love", he said, rubbing his thumb on your thigh, distracting you from everything for a second. "if we have to face the team, we'll face them together."

this night could change everything. for better or for worse. but you carried on, willing to enjoy this date with the guy of your dreams. you placed your hand on top of his as you both continued the ride to the restaurant.

lando reserved the restaurant's rooftop so you could enjoy your privacy. the place was amazing, with a perfect view of monaco glowing in the night. the food was delicious as well. you two spent the night talking and enjoying each other's company. everything was so easy with him. you both were so used to being around each other that everything just felt right.

after dinner, you stood up and went to the edge of the rooftop to take pictures of the beautiful view and lando joined you by your side.

"you know, you look pretty all the time, specially in mclaren clothes", he whispered close to you. "but you look stunning tonight."

you felt your cheeks get warm for the comment. who would have thought lando could have such a way with words. you were so used to him messing around and never being so serious that you never thought of the other facets he might have.

"i would very much prefer you on your race suit, because god knows what that curse thing does to me, but i gotta admit you also look pretty handsome tonight", you replied, taking your eyes off monaco and looking at his pretty eyes. those eyes were a better view than anything else in the world.

"mmhm. now i'm intrigued. what sort of things does the race suit do to you?", he placed his hands on your hips, and you put your hands on his chest.

"that is something you'll find out after a couple of dates, norris. don't get ahead of yourself."

"if you call me like that again i will not be responsable for what i do.", he said, his voice voice dropping as he got closer to your lips and his hands around your hips tightened.

"are you holding back, norris? afraid of all the things i do to you?"

he wasted no time to end the little distance between you as one of his hands left you hip and got behind you neck, deepening the kiss. your hands getting lost on his hair, you kissed him back, opening your mouth to let his tongue slide in. you got drunk on the kiss, savoring it and enjoying finally being able to show him just a little bit of what he meant to you.

"you have no idea for how long i've wanted to kiss you. i held back as much as i could because i didn't want to throw my job away, but i swear you don't leave my mind", you murmured in between kisses.

"i've dreamt about this. for so long", he said his mouth moving from your lips to your neck, and leaving wet kisses there.

"i wonder what other things you've dreamt about", you said, breathing hard as you felt his tongue on your neck, every kiss feeling like heaven.

"oh yeah?", his lips leaving your neck and coming back to your mouth, stopping inches away from it. "that is something that you will find out after a couple of dates."

"mmhm sounds fair.", you smiled and joined your lips together, already missing the feeling of his lips on yours, not wanting this night to end.

it was race day, and lando was starting second on the grid. people were getting everything ready for the race that was about to start. all the drivers were preparing for the grand prix. you took your chance to wish lando good luck and headed to the trailer. you knocked on the door and a few seconds later he opened the door.

"just wanted to wish you good luck today, i know monaco can be tricky but i know you'll-", he quickly pulled you into the trailer and closed the door. he grabbed your chin and kissed you fiercely. you didn't hesitate to correspond the kiss. smiling, you put distance between the two of you. "idiot you need to stop interrupting me like this."

he laughed, joining your foreheads together. "i'm sorry, i can't help it. you were saying?"

"well after that kiss i can't remember what i wanted to said." you gave him a kiss on the cheek. "good luck out there, you got this."

"take some killer pictures, i'm looking specially fine today." you both laughed as you turned to open the door and get to the garage, you both went there, excited for what was to come.

lando got himself on the podium that day, his smile shining bright as the sun. some eyes definitely turned to watch how he came running to you after he hugged the team. he hugged you tight, so tight you kinda ran out of air but you were too happy to care. he felt as if he was floating, later he would realize that it hadn't been the best decision to come running to you, because well... it made it all too obvious. but he wouldn't want to change a thing.

after monaco everything changed for the better. lando and you spent most of the time together, in and out of the paddock. more dates had been planned and they all had been great. as things got more serious, you both decided to talk to the team about your relationship. they were obviously not surprised, and also not very happy, but as they said "it was something they couldn't control" and assured you that you would not get in trouble as long as you continued the great job you were doing.

two grand prix later, it was race day in Baku. lando had had an issue with the car on saturday so he stayed out of q1. but although he started in p12, he finished p7 on the race, securing some good points for the team, and he was so happy you couldn't help but give him a little gift. he had been more than respectful over the past weeks, not wanting to rush things out with you, but you knew you both craved some action to release all the sexual tension that kept building between you.

race suit hanging from his hips, lando entered the trailer a little flushed for the heat of the track and the city. you were waiting for him inside. he smiled as he saw you, closing the door behind him.

"i was looking for you, i didn't know where you-", you didn't let him finish. you kissed him, your hand running up and down his chest, already heated by the thought of you were about to do."now i do get why you're always mad i interrupt you."

"you did a phenomenal job on the track today", you said looking at his eyes. "and i think", your hand getting lower and lower, "i think you deserve a reward." your hand stopped as you palmed his cock.

"mmhm. i think you're under the influence of this cursed race suit", he said, his hand moving from your hip and cupping your ass.

"i did tell you only god knew the things this race suit did to me", you murmured on his lips. "i think i need to show you what i mean", your hand found the hem of the boxers and you pulled out his hard cock, giving him a few pumps, you slowly got on your knees, never breaking the eye to eye contact.

"you look so pretty on your knees for me", he said, taking your loose hair into his fist.

you wasted no time as you slowly started to lick his tip, and then progressively took him into your mouth. with lando's hand pushing you a bit from the back of head, you sucked his dick until it was whole into your mouth. you increased the pace, stealing soft moans from lando as he tilted his head back and his other hand went up to his neck. "you take me so well, baby. don't stop now."

he started to fuck your mouth as his hips started to move. driving him to the edge, you swirled your tongue over his hard length. he left out moan that would've knocked you down to your knees if you weren't already. he came in your mouth, and as you swallowed he left out a ragged breath. he wasted no time as he helped you get back up and pushed you against the wall.

"it's time to show all the things i've dreamed to do to you", he said kissing your neck.

"i'm all yours."

"damn right you are."

his hands were everywhere, his lips were on yours and everything seemed to fade away. you bit his lower lip as his hands found the zip of your pants and his fingers lingered on your wet core.

"so wet for me, huh", he said in between kisses. he slide his fingers in between your folds and introduced one, pumping it slowly in and out of you. you whimpered as he caught the skin of your neck between his teeth and then eased it off with his tongue. you needed to feel him, you needed more to fill you. you moved your hips against his hand.

"moan for me baby", he said, pumping the finger faster. you were happy to oblige as he introduced another finger. you moaned as you threw your head back, giving him total visibility to your neck. he couldn't help it, and his hand closed around your neck, careful not to apply pressure just yet. "is this alright?", he said, his fingers constantly hitting that spot that made you lose control.

"yes", you replied. his chokehold turning you on more than you could explain.

"good girl", he said applying a bit of pressure on your neck as he introduced another finger, driving you to the edge. you felt your walls started to come together. "cum on my fingers, baby. i wanna taste you."

the orgasm came, almost making you scream his name. he brought his fingers to his mouth and lick them clean, tasting you. he kissed you, his lips on yours feeling like they were the oxygen you needed to live.

"they'll start looking for you.", you said, your thumb rubbing his cheek.

"they can wait. there is nothing more important than who i have in front of me", he replied, your heart doing pirouettes inside your chest, his words ringing in your ears.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 ─ 𝐜𝐥𝟏𝟔

summary... where old lovers meet again, unearthing a world of heartbreak and lost that they'd buried five years ago. pairing... charles leclerc x reader contains... smau and written parts, angst angst angst, childhood lovers to strangers, jealousy, smut, resentful charles, forced proximity, slightly toxic relationship, tba

i. in another life - wherein old photos of you and charles resurface and goes viral, forcing you and the man whose heart you broke to cross paths once again.

ii. you still make my heart beat fast, ferrari - in which karma finally bites you in the ass.

iii. i should hate you - a reunion between old lovers after five years and charles can't keep his eyes off of you. or his thoughts for that matter.

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in a galaxy far, far away | lando norris smau [part 4]

pairing: lando norris x fem! actress! reader [ no faceclaim ; reader is entirely faceless ] summary: there's little time between fast cars and spaceships, but you make it work a/n: singapore godzilla return was not on my 2023 bingo card but here we are; [ series masterlist ]

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yndeathtrooper stuff happened

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norrisun HELLO???????

grussellsprout2 getting married before your 6 month anniversary is insane

ferrariclerc THIS IS A JOKE THERE'S NO WAY albonite I tried to reverse google search the photos and I can't find anything

starinz am I desensitized or is this a totally normal thing for them. like yeah lando and y/n got married randomly without an engagement announcement and after a couple of months of dating- that's like a normal thursday.

yukierretruther I MANIFESTED THIS HELP

kingmag9 I don't believe it, they'll come back in a week and admit it's a joke

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mclaren Say "cheese"! 🧀📷 2022, that's a wrap. 👊

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yndeathtrooper AYYY

landonorris am i free now

mclaren Not with that wedding stunt, you're not. danielricciardo I want to make it clear I had 0% involvement with this. yndeathtrooper HE HELPED EVERY STEP OF THE WAY

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daniel3.jpg Can the owner (@ yndeathtrooper) of this lost, sad dog come and pick him up. I'm tired of the barking. My ankles are covered in bite marks. I can't stand him.

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yndeathtrooper bro's eyes are like liquid moonlight i can drink from flower petals or pure larimar only the gods can mine from the stars

daniel3.jpg Shakespeare rolled in his grave lando.jpg SHE WANT ME FR yn.jpg defamation. see you in court, norris-l/n. lando.jpg already there, l/n-norris.

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yn.jpg happy new year :D

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alex_albon Being featured on this account feels greater than winning an award

yn.jpg what if i cried, what then :(

charles_leclerc Thank you for not including a picture of your New Years kiss, it was traumatizing to witness.

landonorris hoes mad that i had someone's tongue down my throat and he didn't yn.jpg LANDO NO-MIDDLE-NAME-GIVEN NORRIS YOU APOLOGIZE TO POOR CHARLIE RIGHT NOW landonorris no. yn.jpg 🤨 i would like to file for divorce. landonorris fine. you're so persuasive. charles_leclerc Simp. landonorris BITCH.

princepercival AWWWWW

vettelover HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

carlitos_55 THE FIRST PIC OMG

landonorris love you or whatever 🙄

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