#p: yuki tsunoda

[oscar-piastri]

motorsport incorrect quotes: 166/?

[russellius]

SAO PAULO, BRAZIL - NOVEMBER 03: George Russell, Mercedes-AMG F1 Team, congratulates Yuki Tsunoda, Visa Cash App RB F1 Team prior to the F1 Grand Prix of Brazil at Autodromo Jose Carlos Pace on November 03, 2024 in Sao Paulo, Brazil. Photos by Lubomir Asenov.

[nicowdc]

f1 drivers as random tumblr posts !! pt 1 ^_^

(dt; @enzocisp 🔥)

[mistressemmedi]

I hate it whenever people calling yuki immature or saying negative things whenever yuki curse (he barely does it btw) but when a fucking white drive does the same thing THEY FIND IT FUNNY OR AMUSING. I hope he'll get a bette treatment and hopefully a new team that appreciate him

Absolutely true. But I also think Yuki has lived long enough in Italy that he should double down and start throwing bestemmie around over the comms.

[5iceroy]

a little pencil sketch of pookie bear (grown man)

[joeynewgarden]

all the asians on the grid have consecutive numbers for next season:

21 - de vries

22 - tsunoda

23 - albon

24 - zhou

[chipsandnuggets]

Itadakimasu

Itadakimasu expresses reverence for the life of the food ingredients and gratitude to the people involved in cooking the meal. Yuki means every bit of that, since to him, food is about more than simply fuel; it's also about comfort, family, and happy memories.

This fic is part of the Yuki Fest 2023

[formulawolff]

cat & mouse - s.p.

pairing: female driver!reader x red bull!sergio pérez

word count: 2.4k

warnings: mentions of divorce, murky areas of morality, freshly divorced checo, smut, sex in a public place (oopsies!), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y'all!), penetration (p in the v guys), creampie, cursing, allusions to infidelity (mainly checo thinking about you), mutual yearning & pining (that good shit), angst, yadayadayada

sergio was a virtuous man.

well, more like he considered himself a virtuous man.

he was a husband, a father of four children, a popular and prominent figure among his home country, and got along with just about anyone he met. he was an established driver in the world of formula one over the course of thirteen years, spending time with approximately five differing teams.

he considered himself to be kind, honest, and flexible. several qualities that you would consider to be appealing or excellent qualities.

that all changed the second you signed your contract to drive for scuderia alphatauri for the 2024 season as their second driver.

although daniel ricciardo was considering one last season of racing for the team, he opted out, pursuing a simple life of retirement from the racing world. however, he still hung around, joining various media teams for racing commentary and analysis.

actually, daniel was the one who advocated for your position within the team, presenting a lengthy powerpoint slideshow to christian horner and laurent mekies. as the latest f2 champion, daniel stated that you were the perfect candidate for the team. additionally, the press and publicity surrounding your win was nothing but positive, so it would not only bring a stream of publicity to the team, but potential sponsors.

as the first female driver for the alphatauri team, christian harbored his reservations. however, laurent was all for it, stating that as long as you proved yourself to be an asset, he would happily take you in.

and that is exactly what you did, scoring points at the first grand prix of the season in bahrain.

when you were first introduced to yuki tsunoda, he was not entirely over the moon, but he was civil enough. however, over the course of the first few weeks, the two of you got to know one another more, quickly becoming inseparable.

not only did you establish a close friendship with yuki, you were able to become more acquainted with the other drivers on the grid. a few of them had hesitations at the thought of competing with a woman, but yuki was quick to remedy that.

after calling a few of them misogynists, they quickly shaped up, becoming more friendly and encouraging over the course of the season.

yet, there was one driver in particular who caught your eye.

sergio pérez, lovingly referred to as checo by fellow drivers, the formula one community, and his team, oracle red bull racing.

sure, he was attractive with his fluffy dark hair, his radiant, bright smile, five o'clock shadow, and the freckles that dotted his cheeks and nose.

yet, it was his demeanor that really drew you in.

he was far more reserved than the other drivers, often remaining quiet during press conferences, only speaking when directly asked a question. he was not one to hog the spotlight, as he often praised his fellow driver, max verstappen often. his comedic timing was unmatched, the punchlines of his jokes hitting exactly when they needed to.

he was thoughtful, often giving you advice when the other drivers didn't, providing you with insight that you needed. he stuck around after races, often congratulating you on your position or complimenting your qualifying time.

to you, he was the perfect man. a wonderful combination of devastatingly handsome features and great personal qualities.

there was one thing though. there's was always a catch when it came to things that were too good to be true.

he was married. happily married, at that.

and the father of four children.

the thought of pursuing a married man? shameful, tasteless, and absolutely classless.

yet, there were a few things that you were blissfully unaware of.

sergio wanted you.

actually, he yearned for you.

nearly every second of every day, his thoughts were filled of ridiculously lewd and filthy images of ruining you. pounding that pussy until you reached that peak. devouring absolutely every inch of you until you were a weeping, whimpering mess beneath him. coating your body with his cum, claiming you as his and only his.

your presence was enough to send him spiraling, his cock throbbing in his pants or suit, aching for your touch.

to him, you were an angel that happened to walk this earth, gracing everyone with your wondrous and pure light.

another thing that you were unaware of was the fact that he was divorced, signing the papers merely months ago.

he just happened to wear that band on his left finger for the sake of preserving his personal life.

which, is part of the reason why he felt so fucking guilty.

although he was a single man, he still had a family and an amicable relationship with his ex-wife. he needed to focus on maintaining those relationships rather than fantasizing about a fellow driver.

yet, he couldn't control the fantasies. they just happened to appear. you were constantly on his mind, whether he was conscious of it or not.

he could be seconds away from the finish line on the track, and the only thing he could picture was how your lips looked wrapped around his cock.

to say that he wanted you was an understatement at this point.

he craved you.

and that satisfaction of finally getting you where he wanted you?

fuck.

that was going to glorious, euphoric even.

ever since max let it slip one intoxicated evening that you mentioned having a little crush on him. he even went into detail, describing how you admitted that if you were going to fuck one driver, it would be checo. the confession only confirmed that he wasn't the only one driving himself insane over this. you were in the same boat, pining after the driver for months now.

so, he was going to have to tread lightly, though. find that perfect window of time and somehow get you alone long enough to fulfill that ravenous hunger.

almost like a game of cat and mouse.

he was the predator, poised and eager to pounce on his prey.

there were moments in which he almost had you.

like last week, when you were on your way to your motorhome, with no one beside you. no yuki or daniel, just lost in your own little world on your phone.

sergio had to fight every voice in his head screaming at him to catch up to you, ask if you wanted to go out for some drinks or some food. if things went according to plan, you would accompany him to his own place.

however, he didn't.

and fuck, did he regret that.

yet, here you were beside him, sitting so delicately on the plush cushion of the couch, flipping through a random magazine, the pages fluttering. the silence was not necessarily comfortable, but it wasn't awkward either.

which, would hopefully work in his favor.

"how do you think this weekend is going to go?"

his voice, so soft you almost didn't hear it, fills your ears. you glance up, clearing your throat as you shrug, "i'm not sure. the weather conditions aren't looking too hot. do you know where everyone is? are we too early?"

sergio's gaze falls on the clock resting a few inches above the doorframe, brows furrowing, "i'm not too sure. i thought the email said 3:00 p.m. maybe there was a typo?"

the four red bull drivers were supposed to meet with a potential new sponsor, promising a hefty sum if all went well. it was for some type of new energy drink. you didn't really pay too much attention to the email, you just happened to remember the location and time you were supposed to meet.

the meeting was located in a tiny office in the red bull paddock, tucked away in one of the corners. it was not the most brightly lit space, as there was only one overhead light. there were no windows, almost reminding you of a detention space or solitary confinement due to the lack of posters or decor on the walls.

the only places to sit were two quaint couches, along with a tiny table situated between them. you were the first one to arrive at 2:15 p.m., figuring you could just mess around on your phone. not like you had any other plans anyway.

checo was about five minutes behind you, flashing you that beautiful grin the second he noticed you were already there.

as you flip to a new page, you can't help but feel a sort of tension hanging in the air, almost clouding the two of you. he's on his phone, his knee bouncing, almost as if he was anticipating something.

but what? you weren't quite sure.

"okay," he exhales, "ican'tfuckingtakethisanymoreandsincewe'realoneithinkit'sjustbestitellyouwhati'vebeenmeaningtosayforthelastfewmonths."

the words come tumbling out of his mouth so rapidly you can barely distinguish them. tossing the magazine on the table, you turn, facing him.

"checo, what the fuck did you just say?"

he straightens his posture, leaning in so that his mouth is merely centimeters from yours, "i'm very fucking attracted to you, okay? i can't fucking think straight right now because all i can think about is fucking the shit out of you."

you blink, heat billowing into your cheeks, flourishing down your neck as he licks his lips, his eyes fixated on one thing.

your mouth.

"i-i-," you stammer, scrambling for formulate some sort of response, "i mean, i'm very flattered that you-"

"and i know your little secret," his lips curl into a smug smirk, "max told me about your crush."

"oh fuck," you groan, burying your face in your hands, "when did he-"

"it doesn't matter."

his hands envelop yours, pulling them away from your face, "i have an idea of how we can pass the time before this meeting."

"sergio, there are literally people who could walk in at any minute-"

"i know," he nods, "and that's why i locked the door after i came in."

"you're ridiculous," you roll your eyes, folding your arms across your chest, you cock your head, "how exactly are we going to pass the time then?"

"well," he begins, "i want you. you want me. there's a few things we could do."

"how about you demonstrate?"

"oh?" he tilts his head, "you want me to?"

"i do."

"that's all i need to hear princesa," he leans in, so close that the tip of his nose brushes yours, "we'll have to be quick, though."

"i'm sure you could be quick-"

his mouth crashes into yours, both hands grasping your face as he sucks the air out of your lungs, kissing you with such a fiery intensity that it left you reeling, your mind struggling to process any coherent thought.

"usually i take my time," he pulls away, nearly panting, "but i need to be inside of you."

he prompts you to lay down, hovering above you as he fumbles with the drawstrings of his sweats, your fingers hooking the hem of your leggings. you pull them down, just enough so that the fabric is bunched up around your ankles.

at the sight of you spread open beneath him, sergio nearly comes undone.

your pussy was far more perfect than any of his fantasies, glistening in the light as his fingers trace along your folds. he's breathless, deeply entranced by the way your hands wrap around his base and shaft, feeling the entirety of his length.

this was all too much. too much for his mind to process.

yet, he was fueled by that burning lust, desperate to quench that flame.

desperate for you.

he situates himself between your thighs, wetting his fingers with spit. his hand glides along his cock before pressing against your entrance. you arch your back, in a vain attempt to get closer.

the moment he's inside, your walls stretching so wonderfully to fit him, his hand covers your mouth, the driver fighting to suppress a moan himself.

picking up the pace, his hips roll, ensuring that not too much noise is made as he pounds into you, bliss rippling in his chest.

the way your head rolls back, eyes squeezing shut with pure pleasure. the way your figure was so breathtaking under him. the way your tight walls squeezed around him, nearly gripping him, coaxing him in even further.

this was heaven.

it had to be.

and fuck, if he had more time?

oh god.

sergio could feel the accumulation of pressure in his abdomen, the way the euphoria was building by the second. fuck, he wasn't even in you that long and he was already on the verge of cumming.

as flustered as he was, perhaps it would be a blessing.

after all, the clock on that wall now read 2:42 p.m.

max and yuki would be there any minute now.

"sergio," your voice is a whisper, "y-you're going to make me-"

"cum princesa," he coos, a hand reaching out to caress your gorgeous face, "cum for me. i want to feel you cum."

he can barely finish his sentence before you're tensing up, inner thighs spasming as you orgasm, your plush lips parted every so slightly.

the sight is enough to bring him over that edge, his chest heaving as he releases inside of you, coating your walls with his cum. as he pulls out, the two of you exchange a shared glance, untangling yourselves from one another.

"fuck," you suck in a breath, pulling your leggings up, "fuck, fuck, fuck."

"i am so sorry," sergio pulls up his sweats, "i can buy you a morning after pill if you-"

"we'll talk about it later," you swiftly cut him off, "sergio, you need to get the door."

"oh fuck," the realization washes over him, "right."

as he crosses over to the door, you carefully fix your hair, ensuring that there were no strands out of place. the driver glances over his shoulder, tutting.

"you don't need to fix anything. you already look insanely beautiful."

"thank you," you murmur, fighting a wide smile as his mouth places a tender kiss on your temple, "we need to look like we didn't just-"

"i'll try my best to act normal," a chuckle bubbles up in his throat, "i don't think i will be able to focus on this meeting though."

"and why's that?"

"because i just fucked the-"

that's when the door handle wiggles, max popping in his head in.

"oh hallo! i didn't know you guys were already in here! how long have you been-"

"only a few minutes," you respond, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone.

"okay," he shrugs, strolling over to the couch, "hey checo?"

"yeah?" the driver's head swivels towards max, his brow arched.

"why are your pants on backwards?"

[whorekneecentral]

Sous Chef

Yuki Tsunoda x Chef!Fem!Reader

Warnings: yuki's got a crush, daniel plays match maker, cooking lessons, sexual tension, sex in the kitchen, oral (f!receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), cum play, finger sucking.

Word Count: 2,323

Author's Note: this is a random one, I won't lie to you. it's not very holiday based but it fit yuki so here we are :)) - also a very happy birthday to the queen of audios @2-fast-2-curious thanks for always being unhinged with me <33

merry smutmas series

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Yuki finds himself more fascinated by the woman cooking than the food on his plate for once. 

The holiday season was underway and Alpha Tauri was hosting their end of season holiday party for all of their staff.

Anyone that knows Yuki, knows his love and appreciation for food. If there wasn't any room in the budget, they got rid of some things to make sure they could fit in a chef. They didn't cater, everything was made to order - something Yuki greatly appreciated.

The younger driver could see into the kitchen from the little cut out they had, the same spot that the waiters would pick up their dishes. She was young, she moved quickly around the kitchen and it seemed as if she was in there alone. He never fully saw the woman behind the doors, just a glimpse of her here and there.

Dinner had wrapped up and thankfully for the woman behind the closed doors, dessert would be a spread, something she could take her time and work on.

Everyone was mingling and Yuki left his seat, making his way to his teammate, Daniel. "Hey man," Daniel smiled at him.

"Hi Danny," Yuki returns the smile, "do you know who the chef was tonight?" He asks, straight to the point.

Daniel nods, "that's y/n, she's a friend of mine. Why?"

"She's fantastic, the food was really good." Yuki tells him, a smile on his face. Daniel glances over at the opened window before looking back to his teammate. "Yeah it was, wasn't it? You know you can go back and tell her that yourself."

"No," Yuki shook his head, "I don't want to disturb her."

"Oh please, y/n cooks at my place with my niece and nephew running circles around her," Daniel slings his arm over his teammate, "I promise you won't be disturbing her, c'mon."

The Aussie walks his teammate towards the kitchen, bumping the door open with his hip as they walk in. You were in the middle of pipping the custard into the tart tins, not bothering to look up and see who was there.

"Don't even think about it," you say, not looking but you do see Daniel's fingers reaching for the Christmas cookies you had set out to cool.

He tsks, making a face at you when you finally look up. "You're no fun," he says, pulling you into a hug. You squished into your friend's side, the man kissing your forehead. "Dinner was great," Daniel says, letting you go.

"Thank you, Danny."

"I've bought a new admirer for you," he raises his brows, looking over at Yuki, the younger driver waving shyly to you. "I'll leave you two to chat," Daniel says, snatching a cookie off the tray before running out the kitchen.

You shook your head at your friend's theatrics, looking at Yuki now. "Please, help yourself," you tell him, nodding towards the cookies on the counter.

He smiles, picking one up and taking a bite. You had gone back to filling the custard tarts when you hear a soft moan. "Everything okay?" You looked up, brows furrowed.

Yuki blushes, "this is so.. wow. I don't have the words."

You chuckled, "thank you."

"I'm Yuki, by the way." He says, sitting on the bench as he eats his cookie.

You smile, "I know, Daniel talks about you all the time." You set the tarts in the fridge, turning around to face him again. "I'm y/n."

"I know, Daniel also talks about you."

The two of you share a laugh, the man watches as you move about the kitchen and set up the last pieces of dessert. "I just wanted to give you my compliments, the food was amazing."

"Yuki, thank you." You smiled, your hand pressed to your chest. "That's a massive compliment coming from you."

"I can't really cook but I do appreciate a good chef when I meet one."

"Well, I'd be more than happy to teach you a few things if you'd like. I'm in London until Wednesday, then we're closed for the holidays so why don't you come by on Tuesday ?"

"Are you sure? I don't want to disturb you if you've got things to do."

You shake your head, "I'm inviting you, it won't be a disturbance. Please say you'll come by. I have a new recipe I want to test out, so I could use the feedback."

"If you insist," Yuki smiles. You nod, "I do, otherwise I will have to fatten up Daniel again and I won't hear the end of it."

"Okay," he nods, "just send me the address and the time."

"I will," you smile.

--

It's late, the restaurant's lights have already been dimmed and the chairs were stacked up on the tables when he walks in. The hostess was on her way out but she let him in, knowing you were expecting him.

"Y/n?" Yuki calls for you, making his way to the back of the restaurant. "Kitchen!" You shout back, you back turned to the door as you stirred something in the pot.

"Hey," he smiles, walking in.

"Hi," you waved, not turning around just yet. "Can you pass by that jar, the one with the gold lid?" Yuki picks up the jar, opening it and passing it to you. the contents were red, and liquid, he read the label; chilli oil.

"What are you making?"

"It's a new recipe, I told you I needed a taste taster," you smile, setting the jar down as you let the sauce boil on the stove. "How was the drive over?"

"Fine." He smiles.

"Good," you wiped your hands on the towel, "I have a few things to finish up and we can eat. Do you mind helping?"

"That's what I'm here for," he gives you a smile, walking over to the sink to wash his hands before returning. In the meantime, you had set up a few things to cut. "Just the peppers and celery." You tell him, cutting a piece of the celery to show him how big you wanted it and you cut a bell pepper, showing him how to do it.

Yuki starts cutting the celery while you turn the stove off, stirring what was in the pot. You watched as he moved onto the peppers, struggling to get them to the same size you had shown him.

"Like this," you stood behind him, your arms wrapped around him as you held his own hand, showing him. Holding the pepper with one hand, you helped him move the knife slowly, up and down as he cut the peppers.

Yuki can't focus on the peppers, he should - to avoid chopping off a finger but he can't help it. All he can feel is your body pressed to his.

Your cheek pressed to his to watch as he cuts them, finally finishing. "Good job, Yuki."

The simple phrase shook him. "Thanks," he whispers as you let go of him, picking up the chopping board as you add the chopped veggies into the sauce.

Yuki sits, asking if there's anything else he can help with but you assure him that you've got the rest. It takes you a few minutes but you finish up, sliding a plate over the counter to him.

"What do we think?" You asked, handing him a fork. Yuki nods, looking down at the food on his plate. "Smells good."

You stand across from the driver quietly, elbow propped up on the counter with his chin in the palm of your hand, watching as he cuts the piece of chicken sitting on top of the pasta. Yuki takes a careful bite, his face going through 6 different emotions, you aren't able to gauge what he was feeling. 

Brows raised as you wait for the final decision. "Well?" You asked, eager to hear what he thought.

Yuki wipes his mouth on the napkin, a smile on his face when he moves his hand, nodding. "Holy fuck.. that is.. wow."

"Yeah?" You smiled, and he nodded. "So good."

"Okay good, I wanted to make sure. It's a new recipe and I wasn't sure."

"It's perfect.. more than perfect." He says, mouth half full as he takes another bite.

You let Yuki finish eating as you tidy up. The man asks if you'll sit down to eat and you let him know that you already ate; you had a bad habit of eating bits and pieces there, never actually sitting down for a full meal.

Despite not helping to make the mess, Yuki offered to help you clean up. You two cleared up the trash and the leftovers, taking them into the fridge and making a bag for Yuki to take home. You decide to wash the few dishes left over from dinner and Yuki decides to hang around for a bit.

Yuki standing behind you, leaning on the counter as he watches you wash the dishes. Your hips bouncing from side to side along to the beat of the music you had playing

There's a tension in the kitchen, you wouldn't be able to cut it with your sharpest knife.

You ignored it, hoping it would go away but it doesn't. You know where it's come from but you aren't sure how to go about it.

Turning to face the man, he reacts before you could.

The man pins you against the counter, his lips find yours as his hand cups your jaw. Yuki's hands wandering across your body, tugging on the shirt you had on. 

Pulling and pushing, little by little the clothes end up on the floor. 

He lifts you onto the counter, your legs on either side of him as he steps between them. Rubbing up your thigh with one hand, the other pulls you by your chin to look at him.

Your eyes find his, watching as he sinks to his knees in front of you. 

Your hands are flat on the cold counter as you feel his tongue against you. His arms hook around your thighs, pulling you closer to him. Your hips jut forward when you feel his tongue against your clit, your hand gripping on his black hair. 

He glances up at you and you’re like an angel on earth to him right now; head tossed back, skin glistening under the white light of the kitchen, his head buried between your legs. 

Yuki mimicked his actions again until he can feel your legs shake, your grip on his hair tighter than before, his name strung along with the explicits leaving your mouth. 

He gives you a minute to catch your breath as he kisses his way back up to your face. He smiles as he stands, kissing you and you're even more ready than you were before. 

“This is wrong,” you whisper to him, eyes fixed on his hand that was wandering across your chest at the moment. 

His lips follow his fingers, kissing and leaving little marks as he goes along his way. His tongue brushes over your nipple, your back arches involuntarily; your body betrays you. 

“We can stop,” he says, a hand slipping between your legs.

You stop talking and pull him closer, kissing him once more; your way of telling him yes. He pulls you toward the edge of the counter a little more before he pushes into you. One ankle is over his shoulder and the other hooked around his hip. 

And once again, you were a sight to see; back arched off the counter, eyes closed and your head tilted back, his name tumbling from your lips for what felt like the millionth time.

Yuki has never seen a prettiest sight.

He feels you clench around him, the hand on his shoulder digs in, your nails leaving behind their own set of marks. His hand reaches between the two of you, his fingers finding your clit once again. 

“Oh my god,” your hips bucked, his fingers matching the pace of his hips, your body rocking back and forth to get the most out of him.  

“Yuki,” you groaned, eyes pleading with him, “please.” You beg, your hand wrapped around his wrist.

“Hold on baby, patience.” He tells you, hooking your leg on his hip instead of resting it on the edge of the counter. His lips met yours, a hand resting on your hip to keep you up as he fucked you. The further he pushes, your body just keeps welcoming him like he belonged there.

He can feel you squeezing his cock, your eyes fluttering closed. Yuki smacks your jaw lightly, “look at me,” he tells you. “If you want to cum, open your eyes.”

You give in, your eyes opening a little and Yuki's thrusts are sloppy, you know he’s just as close as you are. A few more thrusts and you’re over the edge, calling his name as you do.

“Where?” He asks, his head on your shoulder and you know it’s not gonna last. 

Your chest is heaving, barely able to hold yourself up, "anywhere."

It’s not long after, followed by a few sloppy thrusts, that Yuki cums too. The tip of his cock brushing between your folds, spreading his cum all over your pussy. He pulls away, smiling at the whimper he gets from you. His fingers replacing his cock, covered in his cum when you roll over, he sticks his fingers in your mouth and he doesn’t have to tell you what to do.

“Good girl,” he hums, watching as your tongue laps over his fingers. Yuki pulls his fingers away, leaning down to kiss you. A mess of the two of you, not sure where one of you starts and the other ends.

You take a minute to catch your breath, falling back against the counter. Yuki smiles, kissing you once more.

"I should cook you dinner more often." You whispered in the quietness of the kitchen.

Yuki laughs, "I'll thank you like that every time."

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[oscar-piastri]

a series of motorsport edits ↠  yuki tsunoda + 2024 helmet

[charlesslut16]

hiii if you like the idea could you make a cute and a (bit smutty but mostly cute) Yuki imagine? I was thinking on the reader joining the paddock for the first time, as Yuki’s girlfriend and if Gasly can be featured being a tease to them both would be so cute! I’ll leave the rest to you thank you in advance! 💙

-joining the fun-

summary : you joing the paddock for the first time...

PAIRING : yuki tsunoda x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : i hope that you liked the first season of the year, loves!

december masterlist ; masterlist   

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If someone asked you how you felt right this second, you could not answer it. You were excited and happy, yet you were also a bit unsure and insecure about yourself and how you would show this relationship to do in public. 

Today was the day, the day you went on your first F1 race. And it was the first time that you and Yuki would show your relationship in public, in front of thousands of fans.

You and Yuki have been together for so many years and everyone knew that he had a romantic partner in his life, but you never showed it in public. It was long overdue.

 Partly it had been because Yuki wanted to experience being in a relationship without any fans interfering in his love life, and on the other part it was because you were not in the public or any famous person.

You had never told Yuki the reason why you didn't want to go public with him when he asked, you had always said it was because you did not want to share your relationship with thousands of people.

But after weeks and months of begging and pleading, you gave in to Yuki and told him that you would go to the next race with him. You could swear you never saw him smile bigger.

So the day came when you and Yuki went to the Bahrain GP.  Yuki drove you there, and you exited the car and took a deep breath. You needed a moment to check your surroundings. But the moment did not take long.

As Yuki went to your side of the car and took your hand in his, he kissed your hand and led you to the entry of the Grand Prix. Yuki was a ray of sunshine, as always, but you were a wreck, you were nervous.

But the time to be a wreck was over, now was the time to be the best version of yourself, so you composed yourself and gave yuki a light smile that indicated that you were ready.

You walked up and scanned your tickets and off you went. In mid-walking through the paddock, with lots of fans screaming and admiring you and your relationship, pierre came up.

"How are you doing, love birds? Is it like you expected y/n?" Pierre nudged Yuki and laid an arm around you to tease you a bit but also taking you off the stress with his little jokes.

"Yuki, you can't keep your hands off of her, can you??"

You looked over to yuki to his annoyed but cute face, that you loved so much. Yuki hated it to be teased, but as you were with him there was nothing to kill his mood, not even pierre.

"As if you could keep your hands off of your girlfriend, p"

With that statement, Pierre backed off of the two of you and went to his girlfriend, who was talking to some staff members. And you and yuki walked away to talk to fans or to sign some things.

And as you walked to the fans, you were nervous. What if they didn't like you? But as you came to the fans, they were very welcoming of you. They asked questions and complimented you. 

It was as if you were on an all-time high. It was nothing like you expected and imagined days and weeks before. Likewise, it was like a dream came true, even though you did not even dream this.

And after all the talking, you and yuki separated, he walked with pierre while you walked with Kika and some other wags that were in the paddock that wonderful day.

But before you walked away, yuki pulled you into his arms and gave you a big warm hug, a kiss to say goodbye to each other and a hand kiss for the appreciation that he felt.

"Thank you so much for coming with me today, love. I know that you did not want to make it that public, but I still think that it was a good idea, don't you think so?"

"Yes, handsome, the idea was very good. But enough off that you need to drive a race and to make it memorable because it is the first race that I see live. I do not want to be disappointed. Maybe there will be a reward later. I love you."

And with that you finally walked away, leaving the men standing there and you girls walking away. They were really like to have all of their girlfriends and wives.

[russellius]

SAO PAULO, BRAZIL - NOVEMBER 03: Top three qualifiers George Russell, Mercedes-AMG F1 Team, pole man Lando Norris, McLaren F1 Team, and Yuki Tsunoda, Visa Cash App RB F1 Team during qualifying at the F1 Grand Prix of Brazil at Autodromo Jose Carlos Pace on November 03, 2024 in Sao Paulo, Brazil. Photo by Steven Tee.

[nicowdc]

F1 DRIVERS AS RANDOM MSGS !!! pt 5 ??

(more draftsss)

yeeerrrr enjoyyy 🫡 (dt; @b8au & @enzocisp)

[leclerc-s]

some positives about the 2024 brazilian gp since it was a chaotic as fuck race

MAX VERSTAPPEN’S FIRST WIN SINCE SPAIN 2024!!!!

MAX VERSTAPPEN WET RACE MASTERCLASS!!!!

MAX VERSTAPPEN P 17 TO P1!!!!

alpine double podium

alpine p9 to p6 in the constructors

yuki tsunoda’s amazing drive while in p3 holding back a ferrari, an alpine, and a red bull

charles leclerc and max verstappen forgetting that they drive for rival teams

max verstappen giving charles leclerc a slip stream during the sprint quali

charles leclerc holding back that fuckass orange highlighter on purpose to help max out (i saw that they were plotting during the drivers parade)

[agendabymooner]

line without a hook ! yuki t. x ofc (filo!indie singer!ofc)

“do you like it when i’m away?”

summary: pia ellis misses the boyfriend that everyone thought she made up in her head, and when she vented about it to her fans — who designated themselves as her therapists — and twitter, they begin to wonder who he really is. OR she spiralled a little bit when yuki tsunoda posted photos of his ‘boyfriend’ pierre gasly, but it’s safe to say that he misses her too.

content warning: use of explicit language, ofc and yuki calling each other ‘asshole’ but they love each other, a fairly short one (both of them and the smau fic), short gf 🤝 short bf, yuki and ofc have false user to stalk each other (secret relationship)

note: my first yuki fic but it’s beabadoobee because they lowkey would vibe

masterlist

liked by yukino22, girlinred, taiverdes

taiverdes i think the second one calls for grass touching pia 😭😭 liked by papayapia

papayapia (gr)ass touching*

girlinred have you been drawing him again p? liked by papayapia

papayapia he doesn’t look as good as he does irl 😮‍💨

user1 NOT THE SECOND PIC STAWP

user2 lowk don’t know if i should believe you about the whole bf thing

papayapia i live on my own small world anyways 😔

yukino22 such a dirty mind you have smh

tagged pierregasly

liked by pizzapia, pierregasly, zhouguanyu

user1 my fave couple ever 😮‍💨❤️

user2 i wanna be one of them idc

pierregasly you’re gonna get me in trouble with all of these posts and photos you make of me yuki 😭🤣 liked by yukitsunoda0511

user3 pierre??? what does that mean?

user4 yuki??? our baby??? has a partner???

pizzapia don’t mind me, i’m just waiting for your call here or something 🙍‍♀️

pizzapia u two look cute together. just together tho bc he’d be ugly without you

pizzapia i ship ❤️

tagged papayapia

liked by pizzapia, pierregasly, landonorris

user1 NAW MANS HARD LAUNCHED HIS GF 😭😭 my baby boy is grown up

user2 she’s literally hot and you’d post pierre over her???? bad move tsunoda 🙄

user3 him: ❤️ her: 👍

oscarpiastri god i was ready to scream at you for keeping her a damn secret 🤬

user4 god love oscar piastri and his love for everyone’s gfs 😭😭

pierregasly i’m finally off the hook 😮‍💨😮‍💨

papayapia says who ? 😊🤔 you’re literally on top of my hitlist

papayapia eheh

papayapia i love u yukinooooo ❤️ liked by yukitsunoda0511

yukitsunoda0511 i love u too but answer my facetime calls pls

papayapia on it best friend 🤭🫡

user5 girl weren’t you just tweeting about him? papayapia

papayapia that ain’t me, that’s philomena 😨

[wethotcrazy]

SYMPATHY IS A KNIFE (iii)

pairing: Yuki Tsunoda x Fem! Driver! Reader

word count: 2367

part 3. ok lets get this straight yuki and yn were not room mates in their junior days, in my head they probably all just stayed around the same area. not too far away from each other. i just wanted some fun interactions you guys please—

part i part ii part iv

The break between races felt surreal to Yn—like the calm before the next storm. She knew better than to waste time, though; already, the quiet hunger for more was beginning to simmer under the surface, whispering that she could push harder, train longer, prepare better. But the moment Yuki’s message popped up on her phone, she knew her plans would have to change.

“Come over. I’ve got Mario Kart, snacks, and zero plans to talk about racing😊” 

She found herself smiling. The simplicity of it felt like a throwback to the days in the Red Bull junior program, back when they were just two broke rookies stuck in some flat in the Milton Keynes, scraping together their earnings for takeout and binge-watching terrible reality shows after exhausting days at the track. They’d been younger then, wide-eyed and idealistic. Somehow, even the struggles had felt easier.

That night, Yn showed up at Yuki’s flat with a bag of chips and a six-pack of beers, holding them up with a grin when he opened the door.

“Thought I’d stick with the classics,” she teased, stepping inside as Yuki laughed.

“Perfect. I’m ready to crush you at Mario Kart,” he shot back, taking the snacks and leading her to the couch, where two controllers were already waiting and the TV blared the familiar opening music.

She rolled her eyes, but the familiarity felt comforting as she settled down next to him. “Just so you know, I’ve been practicing,” she said, picking up a controller and selecting her character.

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” he replied, determination flashing in his eyes as he clicked through the setup. They chose a track—Rainbow Road, their old nemesis. The challenge lay not just in winning but in surviving the course without falling off, and it brought back a flood of memories from late-night gaming marathons back in their Milton Keynes days. The game began, and as they zoomed around the colorful, perilous track, they both fell back into the easy, competitive rhythm they’d shared for years.

They played round after round, laughing and throwing insults as they “accidentally” knocked each other off the course, getting louder with each new game. The tension that had been building in Yn slowly unraveled, leaving her feeling lighter than she had in weeks. By the time she’d managed to secure a close win, she was practically crying with laughter.

“You totally cheated,” Yuki groaned, still laughing as he tossed his controller down in mock defeat.

Yn raised an eyebrow. “Me? Cheat? You’re the one who sabotaged me with that last green shell!”

“Yeah, well, consider it payback for all those years you had better lap times than me,” he said with a playful grin, reaching over to grab a handful of chips.

They moved on to a movie next, sinking into the couch as Yn unwrapped some takeout boxes, the savory smell of dumplings and noodles filling the room. Between bites and pauses to argue about the movie’s plot, it felt like they’d somehow stepped back in time. No pressure, no expectations—just two friends enjoying a rare, simple moment together. Yn couldn’t help but notice how comfortable Yuki made it all seem, keeping things light and reminding her what it felt like to just be without the constant weight of the public eye.

When the movie ended, they both sat in a contented silence for a moment before Yuki spoke, breaking the quiet. “I don’t think I’ve ever been as happy as when we were both broke and stuck in those horrible flats in Milton Keynes,” he said, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips. “Back then, it was all about just showing up and seeing what we could do, you know?”

Yn nodded, a wistful smile softening her expression. “Yeah. No pressure, no people watching our every move. It was just racing. Just us.”

He turned to her, his eyes warm. “You know, Yn… you’re still that person. The girl who outdrove every guy in the academy, who didn’t back down even when things got tough. You don’t have to change just because there are more eyes on you now.”

She looked down, his words hitting her in a place she hadn’t let herself acknowledge in weeks. “Sometimes I feel like I have to be more than I am, or… people think I don’t deserve to be here. That I’m just filling a quota.”

Yuki shook his head, his voice firm but gentle. “You’re not here because of some quota, Yn. You’re here because you’re one of the best. Don’t let them make you question that.” He paused, as if choosing his words carefully. “And… you don’t have to do this alone. You’ve got people who believe in you—me, the team. Let us be there for you.”

She swallowed, a flicker of emotion in her eyes. “I guess it’s hard to remember that sometimes,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

He reached over, squeezing her hand reassuringly. “Then I’ll remind you, as often as you need it. Deal?”

She nodded, giving him a small but genuine smile. “Deal.”

As the night grew quieter and the city lights dimmed, Yn realized something had shifted. The pressure was still there, but somehow, it felt less suffocating. She was still hungry, still driven, but it no longer felt like a lonely struggle. Maybe, with people like Yuki beside her, she could learn to chase her dreams without losing herself along the way. And maybe, just maybe, she didn’t have to sacrifice the light inside her to prove that she was worth every bit of the fight.

As the days ticked down to the next race weekend, the chemistry between Yn and Yuki grew undeniably stronger. They became inseparable around the VCARB paddock, the intensity of the season tempered by the quiet moments they spent together. Yuki’s playful nature seemed to draw Yn out of her usual seriousness, and in return, she grounded him in a way that kept them both sharp yet lighthearted—exactly the kind of balance they each needed to survive the season.

Whenever the two were spotted in the VCARB hospitality area or the garage, their easy banter and the way they leaned into each other’s presence did not go unnoticed. Engineers and mechanics exchanged knowing looks, while other team staff grinned knowingly as they watched Yuki and Yn playfully compete at literally everything—timing who could suit up the fastest, whose car had the tiniest gap to the wall on entry, even whose pit stop exit wave could get the loudest cheer from their crew.

Of course, the fans noticed too, and their social media feeds quickly filled up with clips and photos documenting Yn and Yuki’s growing connection.

On TikTok, the hashtag #YukiYn started trending as fans compiled clips of their interactions in the paddock, during interviews, and on the rare nights they were spotted out on the town together.

One fan account posted a reel with clips of Yn and Yuki:

Yn and Yuki walking side by side in matching VCARB gear, laughing as she nudges him with her elbow; a clip of him making her laugh during a press conference, and a photo of them out grabbing late-night snacks, trying to hide their faces from the camera.

Caption: “Just friends? Sure, Jan. 👀 #YukiYn”

In the comments:

@F1fanatic101: They’re actually the cutest thing, I’m crying 😭

@gridgossip: I knew something was up back in junior team days. Look at them now!!

@speedqueens: I need a Netflix special on this love story, NYAW.

@trackstar89: Remember that time she beat him in formula 2 and he wouldn’t stop talking about it for months? This is the redemption arc we needed.

Another fan posted a side-by-side comparison on Instagram:

Left image: Yn and Yuki at the Red Bull junior team, both young, with helmets on and an arm slung over each other’s shoulders. Right image: The two of them now, Yn standing in her VCARB suit, leaning toward Yuki as he makes a face at her, looking like no time has passed.

Caption: From Red Bull juniors to F1 teammates. Some things just don’t change. 💙❤️ #YukiYn

In the comments:

@circuitqueen: The way they look at each other now though 🥹 I’m convinced.

@lap4lyfe: I see no difference between 17 year old Yuki and Yn and them now. Still besties

@trackwatcher: im telling you now, the fanfics are going to be wild after this season

Even VCARB’s official TikTok account leaned into it, posting a behind-the-scenes clip of Yuki and Yn in the garage. Yn and Yuki joking around and teasing each other.

Yn, pretending to suffocate in Yuki’s much smaller helmet: “I don’t understand how you wear this thing!”

Yuki, laughing: “You just have a big head!”

Yn yanked off the helmet, laughing. “Guess I’m more aerodynamic that way.”

The video cut to a shot of Yn and Yuki giving each other high-fives and then a quick hug before heading off to a meeting.

The caption read: “These two keep us all entertained. 👀 #VCARB #F1Family #YukiYn”

Fans flooded the comments:

@formula_one_obsessed: Oh, come on, they’re practically giving us a relationship reveal at this point!

@racingdrama: I’m shipping it SO hard—this chemistry is insane.

@fasttrack_romance: They’re each other’s good luck charms, I swear 🥺

At the track, Yuki and Yn didn’t go out of their way to hide their connection, but they didn’t exactly play into the attention either. The next time they were spotted at a restaurant, fans caught glimpses of them sharing plates and laughing, as comfortable and close as if they were the only two people there.

Back in the paddock, the drivers began to tease them, Lando and Charles especially taking every opportunity to drop hints and make cheeky remarks.

“Yuki, does Yn get a good luck charm for this race too, or is that just a Monaco thing?” Charles smirked during a press conference, making the other drivers chuckle as Yuki turned red.

“Yeah, Yuki,” Yn said, trying to suppress a grin as she nudged him. “Are you saving the charms for special occasions?”

Yuki just laughed, shrugging it off. “Guess I’ll just have to keep the luck coming, huh?”

Despite the growing attention, Yn felt something within her shift, something lighter and more open. She and Yuki moved in sync, falling into each other’s rhythm as the season pushed on. It felt like they were back to being those kids in the junior team, side by side with dreams and banter and something warm that Yn found herself clinging to amid the pressure.

The next race weekend loomed, but for once, it felt like she was ready—not just because of her training or the relentless hours she put in, but because this time, she wasn’t going it alone. Whatever happened on the track, she and Yuki were in this together, and somehow, that made everything feel like it was exactly where it needed to be.