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Mamma mia, here I go again {pt1}

Summary: A summer of poor decisions leads you to having to face the consequences of your actions —and the men involved. Pairing: Kevin Magnussen x fem!reader, Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: talk of pregnancy, brief mentions of a one night stand, mentions of cheating, mentions of abortion Word count: 1.2k Taglist: @averagef1fansblog @barcelonaloverf1life @bradfordbantams @dannyramirezwife @doofenshmirtzevil-inc @jaypreshpresh @laura-naruto-fan1998 @lazybot @norrisleclercf1 @opheliaas-stuff @roseseraj

Part 1 of the Mamma Mia series

“Still not feeling well?” George asks you when he spots you dropping slices of ginger into your mug. You shake your head, trying to breathe through the waves of nausea. 

“Had too much to drink again?” he jokes.

“No, God I wish it was just a hangover… Just- Just the consequences of my own actions,” you tip-toe around the subject as you pour the hot water into your mug. You feel George’s eyes on you, can almost hear the gears turning as he tries to figure out what you mean.

“So not a bug or food poisoning, not hungover… Are you-..”

“Yes,” you cut him off, not wanting anyone to hear, “Yes, I am and- and it is what it is.” You feel your shoulders tense up and you will yourself to relax.

“Does Kevin know?”

You shake your head, shame settling heavy in your chest at the mention of your on-and-off-again boyfriend, “No, and I don’t see why he should because I am not keeping it.” Before George can say anything else you leave the coffee station in the motorhome to find solace in your office, praying to whoever will listen that this doesn’t get out. 

Your hope is short lived when there’s a knock on your door.

“Come in,” you call out, eyes glued to the screens in front of you.

“Hey,” a voice calls from the doorway and you freeze when you realise who it is.

“H-hey,” you reply, trying your hardest not to turn around.

“Can you please look at me?” You bite your lip and swivel round, pushing your computer glasses up into your hair. Looking up your eyes meet his’. 

“Hey,” Lewis says again, a warmth to his eyes you’re having trouble placing. 

“Hi,” you manage to utter, voice timid. You know you would’ve eventually have to see him again, working for the same team kind of made it impossible not to, even though both of you had decided to never speak of that night again.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Lewis asks, breaking through the fog of thoughts and memories.

“Tell you what?” You can feel your brows pull together in confusion. 

“That you’re pregnant.” 

The moment those words leave his mouth, you feel as if someone has pulled the rug from under you.

“Who told you?” you manage to utter as panic rises in your throat.

“George. I overheard him telling Lando and Alex before the press conference.”

“Oh no,” you groan, burying your head in your hands. You can only imagine the gifs and memes that are floating around on social media right now. 

“I take it he wasn’t making it up? Come on, talk to me, My,” he says gently, crouching down in front of you. The nickname helps you feel a little more at ease, it having followed you for most of your career ever since you told one of the reporters off for making a sexist comment when you were at RedBull, Mika Häkkinen overhearing you.

“Yes, I am pregnant,” you whisper, “and the reason I didn’t tell you is because-.. I don’t-.. Lewis, I fucked up so bad. I don’t know who the father is.” 

The two of you look at one another and you know he is thinking the same as you –the night neither of you regret but promised to never speak about. 

“So there’s a chance I’m-..” 

You nod, biting your cheek to stop the tears from falling. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m not keeping it, I can’t Lewis.” 

“Wait, hold on. Does Kev know?”

You shake your head. Confusion is written all over his face.

“Why?”

“Because I can’t look him in the eye and tell him I cheated. Twice. In the span of 48 hours.”

“Oh Jesus. Damn girl,” Lewis mutters. 

“But it’s fine,” you tell him in an attempt to convince yourself and ignore the feeling of shame weighing on you like a ton of bricks, “I have an appointment booked for Tuesday. I’ll be fine.” You wipe your tears away and plaster on a fake smile as you put your glasses back on. 

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to do,” you say, effectively shutting down the rest of this conversation. Just four more days, you tell yourself, you’ve got this, just four more days.

Trying your hardest to keep your head down –and avoid the men that participated in your predicament–, you make your way through the paddock, scrolling through the data on your iPad. 

“Skat?” someone calls out to you from your left. There’s only one person you know who would call you that and right now he is the last person you want to see.

“Oh, hi Kev,” you offer meekly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kevin asks you as he comes to stand in front of you. An unnerving sense of deja vu climbs its way up your spine.

“Didn’t tell you what?” you ask in return. Instead of answering you, Kevin holds up his phone, showing you the still paired Google calendar. 

Tuesday 5 September  9:30 BPAS

“Kev-..” 

“No, tell me why you didn’t tell me and I had to find out through Google. An abortion provider, really?” 

“Lower your voice will you?” you hiss, his tone rubbing you the wrong way. 

“Since when do I not have a right to know you’re pregnant with my child?” Kevin ignores your request and barges on, demanding an answer. 

“Everything alright here?” The Australian accent makes you want to cry. Of course it’s just your luck that he is also here.

“Doesn’t concern you, Webber,” Kevin tells the older man before turning back to you, “Why did you keep this from me?” 

“Kevin please-..” 

“No! Why didn’t you tell me that you’re pregnant?” 

You know you have two options here: you can either come up with some bullshit excuse or you tell him the truth, and neither of them seem particularly appealing right now. 

“Because-..” you start, swallowing thickly, “Because I don’t know if you’re the father.” You feel both sets of eyes on you as you fight back the tears.

“Sweetheart, what do you mean?” Mark asks you quietly, a hand on your arm. 

“You know damn well what I mean. And I am not your sweetheart.” 

You have to give Kevin credit, it only takes him two seconds to put one and one together before he’s swinging for the former F1 driver. Mark takes a step back, shielding you behind him at the same time.

“Okay,” you hear Nico say and when you peek around Mark’s broad back, you see the German driver holding Kevin back. You have no idea where he came from, but for once you’re grateful to see him. “Kev, we fock smash doors, not people.” 

“Suck my balls,” Kevin seethes, struggling to break free. 

“Kevin, unless you want to explain all of this to both Steiner and Netflix, please listen to Nico,” you say. Kevin freezes, seemingly becoming aware of his surroundings, and lowers his arm. 

“We will talk tonight, okay? Pretty sure you have a meeting to get to and I need to see if Toto hasn’t fired me yet. Tonight,” you add when Kevin opens his mouth to reply, “Same goes for you Mark. I’ll text you.” And with that you leave them behind, head down as you walk back to the Mercedes motorhome.

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Lewis likes it so much because he just likes being part of you.

He’ll do it after the first round, especially if it was a rush job (you couldn’t wait, not when he looked like that coming home from the event, in that suit), when your skin is sticking to his, and he doesn’t let go of you, still huddled into his chest, on top of him, your hips starting to ache.

When you go to move, his arms flex around you, muscle tightening, stay here, he says, ‘snice and warm.

So you stay, his cock buried inside you, let him drag his fingers through your hair, press gentle kisses to the line of his neck until you feel him twitch, press a smile into your cheek, you wanna go again?

Other times it’s in its most purest form. It gets fucking cold in England, and even with all the blankets and the heating on, somehow the chill gets under the sheets. Lewis is used to the weather, but you always seem to run cold, trying to steal his warmth, crushed into his body. I’ve got an idea, Lewis says, all twinkling eyes and cheeky grin, hand already pushing down your pyjama pants. Don’t, I’m cold, you whine, but he’s manhandling your leg up over his hip, rubbing himself over your cunt so he’s just hard enough to get inside you, still smiling the whole time, proud of himself for thinking of a way to warm you up. And it does warm you up, all deep from the inside.

Sometimes you guys watch television with his cock in you. Lewis sat back against the headboard, pillows cushioning him, while you sit in his lap, facing away, the line of your spine against his chest, his big arms around you, a cosy cave for you to rest in. Every now and then he’ll roll his hips, sigh happily into your shoulder. You could sit like this for hours, your favourite show on, the safety and warmth of the huge bed, Lewis just content to sit inside you, hold you like this, impossible close.

Sometimes, when Lewis wants to tease, he’ll bring you to the edge with his hands, his mouth, before he spreads you out on the bed, bends your legs over his shoulders so he can slide his cock in you nice and deep, your body clenching around him, mouth open, eyes heavy. Does that feel good, he asks, even though he knows it does, of course it does, he just likes to hear you say, yes, yes, so good. And you wait for him to move, one arm looped around his neck, fingers in his hair, but he just smirks at you, dark eyes, holds you down when you start trying to wriggle up, move your hips. Don’t rush it, he tells you, just feel it.

Clingy, sleepy Lewis, when he’s been away, and you already fucked him in the hallway when he came home, the bed, a blowjob in the shower after, and now you just want to sleep, finally can rest now that he’s home, but he won’t stop touching you, kissing you, holding you. You like it, gleeful from his attention. Just want my cock in you, always, he’s murmuring, rubbing big circles on your back with his warm hand. You can, you say, and his face goes all slack with pleasure. The brush of his eyelashes on your cheek as he cuddles closer, tilts your hips for the right angle, slides into you, still wet from him before. It’s your favourite, when you fall asleep with him inside you.

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max verstappen,

careful max verstappen

just y/n and max being the main couple of the paddock

warnings: smut, angst. bad writing spelling mistakes will fix them later on

might do a part two, let me know if you want it. enjoy!!!

PART ONE, fluff

“be careful” you mumbled into your lovers shoulder, as you was standing in between his legs as max was sitting on the side of the red bull garage, getting ready for the French gp.

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growing up

welcome to the first chapter(fic) of the growing up series:) I have finally got my shit together and posted it, sorry it took so long I had writers block and had no ideas, im going to do some blurbs for this series!REQUESTS ARE OPEN enjoy reading!

word count: 2.7k

WARNINGS: smut(what did you expect? it’s me ofc) fluff,a little lit of angst, bad writing also unedited,a lot of flashbacks in this chapter! also I will change the POV in the next chapters.

this is so bad:/ I’m not proud of it, i will write part two so much better i promise, I feel like I rushed this too much:( I’m sorry you have to read this

You met Lewis when he first started at Mercedes with your dad being the team boss, you can remember how he immediately caught your eye across the room while you was talking to Susie, both of you giving each other a smile. your dad of course didn’t agree at first thought he was to old for you.

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