#porsche curves

[viper-motorsports]

The 2016 24 Heures du Mans continues through the tenebrous track as Chip Ganassi Racing’s N°69 Ford GT maintains a top LMGTE-Pro position with the summer night still to go. (Photo: Francois Boisseau)

[takeadeepbreathandexist]

Adding Tharn as the co-chair of the itty bitty waist committee

[aircooled911]

[dimphoisontmblr]

Friday 🤍

[81sainz]

DIET PEPSI ★ L. NORRIS

★ PAIRING: boyfriend!lando x female!reader

★ GENRE: NSFW

★ SUMMARY: in which lando pulls over to watch the sunset with you in his porsche; things take a turn from there.

inspired by “diet pepsi” by addison rae

★ WORD COUNT: 1.2k

★ WARNINGS: car sex, semi public sex, nasty kissing, making out, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, teeny bit of praise cause I can’t help myself, cumshot. lando is soooo sweet. I think that is all! please be noted this is only semi proofread.

★ AUTHORS NOTE: finally! making my formula 1 fic debut! I hope you all enjoy this. I started writing this somewhere before summer break and unfortunately just got to finishing it. life…am I right? I guess the lyrics hold true because my boy has won 2 times since then! I know this one’s a bit short, but feedback is appreciated!

“Are you sure no one is up here?” you asked your boyfriend as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

Lando reached over slightly and gave your thigh an affirmative squeeze. “It’s fine, I was looking around.”

The two of you were on a drive in his 911 carrera and pulled off to a small spot up on a hill that overlooked the city. It was later in the evening and the sun was setting; casting an orange glow over Lando when he turned to you.

“You look so pretty in the light. Come here.”

Lando adjusted his seat before helping you over the center console and gearshift of his vehicle.

“I don’t want to break anything.” You spoke out loud with a laugh as Lando had his hand on your leg to help you.

Lando shushed you. “You’re fine, I’ve got you.”

You were in his lap within seconds; adjusting the skirt that you were wearing slightly to get more comfortable.

“Comfortable?” Lando brushed your hair off of your shoulder before planting a few kisses softly onto your skin near your collarbone.

You hummed in response, nodding before combing your fingers through his soft curly hair as his mouth made its way up to your neck.

You let a small whimper escape your lips when Lando’s teeth scraped your skin slightly.

Your hand tightened in his hair as you rocked your hips into his lap; feeling his bulge through his jeans.

“Fuck.” Lando swore under his breath as his hands roamed your thighs and to the curve of your ass underneath your skirt.

“I want this off of you.” Lando glanced up at you quickly for any sign for him to stop before unbuttoning and unzipping your skirt, removing the item of clothing from your body and throwing it into the passenger seat.

You mentally thanked yourself for the outfit choice of yours.

“Wow.” Lando let out a sigh, leaning to kiss you again as his hands returned to their place on your thighs, and moved up to your waist.

You were eager for him, grabbing a hold of his white button down shirt for any way to get him closer to you.

Lando shifted in the driver seat, his hands holding your hips as his jeans brushed against your cunt.

You let out a moan into his mouth, and Lando took that as an opportunity to tongue kiss you; reaching up to grab the nape of your neck with one of his hands.

Pulling away slightly with a hum, you noticed Lando’s breathing to be slightly more erratic than before.

“Baby, I need you..” Your voice faded when Lando kissed you again. You knew you didn’t really have to say anything; Lando knew you like the back of his hand.

“I’ve got you.” Lando mumbled, guiding you to rest your knee up onto the door panel of his porsche. “Stay like this for me, ok?”

You nodded, biting down onto your bottom lip as he locked eye contact with you.

Lando quickly glanced in his rearview mirror to check if anyone was around; still nobody.

He pulled the fabric of your underwear to the side, audibly groaning at how easily his middle and ring finger slipped inside of you.

You let out a whimper, squeezing onto his bicep for some stability.

“Oh my fuck, why didn’t I take you home?” Lando was talking to himself, because there was no way you were going to answer him.

There was absolutely no space between the two of you, as this car was not ideal.

You could hear the squelching noise coming from underneath you, making you look down; covering your mouth to stifle your moans. There was nothing that Lando hated more than when you hid from him.

“Get that hand off of your mouth, sweetheart.” Lando spoke, slipping a third finger into your cunt; knowing you’d react.

“Good girl, gonna cum for me?” Lando asked, kissing your jaw and down towards your collarbone. “Hmm?”

You were breathless, but still managed to use your words. “No.” You paused, your voice sounding like a whimper, grabbing onto Lando’s shirt as you tried not to fall apart. “I need you to fuck me, please.”

“Fuck, are you sure?” He asked, his face centimeters from yours. Lando was taken aback at your forwardness, but willing to do anything you wanted.

You hummed, nodding before kissing him. You moved your hand down between your legs; feeling the now very prominent bulge in Lando’s jeans.

He let out a deep throaty groan at the contact. “Fuck.”

You tried to unbutton his jeans really fast, but with your position on his lap it wasn’t working.

“I got it, I got it.” Lando’s larger and more steady hand replaced yours as he worked his pants down to leave enough room for his cock.

You let out a sigh when you felt him teasing the head of his leaking cock against your folds. “I can’t believe we’re doing this here.”

“What?” Your voice was breathy as Lando gripped your hips to lower you down onto him. Your question was instantly replaced by a moan of his name.

“Nothing.” Lando grunted before throwing his head back. “God, how do you feel so fucking good?”

He still had a grip on your hips; hitting all of the right spots that drove you insane.

“Hmm- Fuck!” You cried out. “Right there, right there.”

“Shit.” Lando swore, letting go of you with one hand to have you look at him. “You’re cumming already?”

You eagerly nodded before Lando suddenly crashed his lips with yours. The kiss is sloppy; messy.

You could feel your thighs starting to ache, and a tinge of overstimulation when Lando applied pressure to your clit with the pads of his fingers.

Gasping, you pulled away from the kiss, swearing under your breath as Lando was pulling another orgasm from you so quickly as you still fucked yourself on his cock.

“You can give me one more, yeah?” His voice was low as his hot breath ghosted your face. “Make a fucking mess out of my car.”

In your attempts to slam down onto him harder, your rhythm faltered as you came again. Your legs were now shaking as you clenched around Lando’s cock.

The sun was almost down, making it somewhat difficult to see his reaction; but you had an inkling that he had to be close.

“Lando…” Your voice was a slight whimper again, making Lando wince. “Cum in me, please.”

“God im close, im really fucking close.” Lando spoke, sucking in a shallow breath through gritted teeth.

It wasn’t too long after that he finally reached his peak, nearly holding you down on his lap as he grunted expletives as he tried to be as quiet as possible.

“Lando…” you winced as you already felt the mess between your legs. “Stay inside of me like this.” You leaned into him, resting your head on his heaving chest.

“We can’t stay here.” You could tell Lando was smirking by the way his voice sounded. One of his hands smoothed out your hair before he kissed the top of your head. “I know you’re tired, but we can’t.”

“I know.” You huffed, exaggerating a pouty attitude. “You’re so warm.” You kissed Lando near his mouth a few times, making him scrunch his nose.

Finally you sat up, letting Lando help you off of his lap and into the passenger seat. The two of you fixed your clothing before Lando leaned over the center console to kiss you.

“Okay, take me home.”

[777sturn]

𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 | 𝐜hris 𝐬turniolo . . .

(⊹ֹ 𝐢𝐧 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 ) ──── ⟢

❛ you and chris always compete in car races. on and off the tracks you two always clashed heads because of jealousy and envy. the wins would go back and forth between you two and he had enough of it, he wanted the win. so, he finds a way to make you lose. ❜

˖ ࣪⊹ pairing. racer!chris x fem!reader

⊹₊ ⋆ warning(s). smut, mature language, fingering (f receiving), boob play, angst, unprotected rough sex, p in v, degrading (a little)

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ jules’ message. this has been marinating in my drafts since the summer and it was originally supposed to be a matt one shot BUT chris got his license sooo… here it is! also i barely know anything about cars, only the one suki drives in 2f2f so PLEASE bare with me. anywho, STAY FREAKY

it was pretty late at night as you were at the race track. you were currently infront of your hot pink race car, double-checking the engine for the race that was taking place tomorrow. the pink embellishment and the white details perfectly fit your aesthetic. you hum to yourself as you take out the dipstick to check the oil.

suddenly, your peaceful aura was soon interrupted with the familiar revving from none other than chris sturniolo— your enemy on and off the track. you let out a groan and watched as his dark blue porsche pull up beside your car. you could practically see that stupid smirk he always wore through his tinted windows.

you threw your matching pink car towel over your shoulder before crossing your arms and eyeing him down as he stepped out his car. as soon as you see his camo pants, you immediately roll your eyes.

“quit poutin’,” he mumbles in a raspy tone, “save it for tomorrow.”

“i’m gonna be smiling tomorrow, actually.” you correct him, turning back to face your engine. he let’s out a scoff as he steps closer to you and your vehicle.

“you gotta let me win, ma.” he whispers, leaning against the open hood of your car as he watched you inspect the engine, “i just know that there’s gonna be hot chicks in the stands and i wanna show off that bad boy,” he hums, nodding towards the direction of his car.

you give him a look and shake your head, “and i know there’s gonna be the sexiest guys on the planet in the stands too. and my car isn’t the only thing i wanna show off.”

chris rolls his eyes at your snarky comment before his eyes roamed down your body— all the way from your white tube top to your denim skirt that hugged your curves perfectly before dangerously stopping right below your ass. he clicks his tongue before nodding, “aight” he mumbles before moving off your car to stand behind you. “your oil is low.” he hums, reaching over to grab the dipstick from your hand.

“no it’s not.” you mumble, “i literally got it changed last week.”

chris just shrugs and takes the towel off your shoulder— his fingers slightly lingering on your bare skin for a little bit longer than he intended to. he gently dabs the stick on the towel to check the crevices, “it’s low.” he repeats, putting the dipstick back into it’s place, “looks like you’re gonna lose, princess.” he taunts as he swung the towel back on your shoulder before his hands found their way to your waist.

“i’ll be fine.” you huff, as you look up at him, “and i will win.”

“mhm.” he hums nonchalantly, “your car won’t turn on now.” he tests, the stupid smirk returning to his lips.

“says who?” you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“me,” he answers, mocking your exact tone. chris then steps away from you before swinging open the driver’s door. he was now met with a baby pink leather interior that coordinated with the design on the exterior of your car, “it looks like a fucking toddler threw up in here.” he mumbles as he slides into the driver’s seat.

you cross your arms as you stand in front of the door, “don’t drive my car.” you mutter.

“i can’t.” he reminds, pressing the button that was supposed to start your car, but nothing happened, “your battery or engine is dead and the oil is low.” he points out, scoffing.

“are you deadass?” you groan in annoyance.

chris nods and smirks as he motions his fingers towards him, gesturing you to come closer to take a look at the bright pink warning symbols yourself. subconsciously, your hand was now planted on his thigh to support yourself so you could see the warning symbols.

he chuckles lowly as his left hand traveled to your ass, gently smacking it, “see. you can’t even compete, baby.”

“i’ll find a way.” you say with determination.

“i won’t let you,” he mumbles, pulling you into his lap fully. you were now face to face as you straddled him, “so fuckin’ stubborn—just give up, ma.”

you could feel chris harden beneath you as you adjust yourself, his cock slightly brushing against your now wet panties, “i’m not gonna be the loser for this race, chris.” you say, your voice slightly shaky.

he groaned in annoyance as he threw his head against the pink headrest. both of his hands trailed up and down your thighs, occasionally his fingers teasing the sexy lace of your underwear. your eyes dart to his adams apple, bobbing ever -so-slightly as his fingers inched closer to your core.

he delicately brushed his ring and middle finger against your clothed clit, “let me win, baby.” he whispers once more, as he meets your wetness seeping through, “damn. is this what it takes?” he scoffs, teasing you some more. a soft whimper escapes your glossed lips in response.

“stay quiet f’me,” he mutters, “let me figure that out myself, yeah?” he finally slipped both of his fingers into your panties, humming in approval as he feels the soft skin of your pussy. he pushed one finger at a time into your wet folds in a dangerously slow manner.

“fuck…” you breathe out, leaning your back against the steering wheel— the pink embellishment of the honda logo pressed into your back, creating an indent through your top. another moan came out as you felt him curl his fingers inside you before pumping in a deliberate and sensual motion, “you’re so fuckin’…” you trail off, completely melting in his arms.

“so fuckin’ what?” chris teases, the pace of his pumping began to quicken , “so fuckin’ right? ‘cause yeah, i am.” he mumbles, dipping his head into the crook of your neck to leave hot and open mouthed kisses on your cold skin.

chris was feeding into your soft moans and whimpers, biting and sucking on your neck in response to the noises. his other hand slipped under your tube top to meet your bare chest. he hummed against your neck, the vibrations sending a shiver down your spine before roughly grazing his thumb on your hardened nipple.

“please chris…” you whine, as his forefinger and thumb rolled and pinched the sensitive skin of your breast. your head was thrown back as you bucked your hips against his slender fingers before subconsciously grinding on them— basically pleading for more, “i’m gonna cum.”

“holy shit.” he scoffs at your desperation and the arousal that coated his fingers. he then slowly removedhis fingers from inside you and brought them into his own mouth, “christ. you taste like a fucking loser.” he shakes his head, pinching your nipple once more.

“shut the fuck… up.” you say breathlessly, before beginning to roll your hips against his hard and throbbing cock.

“geez ma,” he groans, “i didn’t expect for you to basically be begging for my dick.” he then unzips his camo pants and pulled down his boxers— his rockhard dick sprung out.

you didn’t hesistate one bit, you slipped off your panties with the help of chris as your freshly done nails dug into chris’ back, “so desperate, it’s pathetic.” he mumbles as he began to fuck you while you sat on his lap, “you’re gonna take it raw, baby.” he groaned.

you gasp as you felt his length slip through your wet and already sore folds. you bounced up and down on his cock, needily while the grip on his disheveled hair tightened, “you’re gonna let me win now huh?” chris moaned, his hands squeezing your ass in response to your hands tugging at his hair.

“fine—” you whine, “i don’t care anymore… just please. fuck…”

he throws his head back once more, a tired smirk played at his lips, “that’s what i thought. i’m winning that shit fair and swear, baby.”

© 777sturn

[arminsumi]

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒꒱ park fling

TOJI x f.reader

Overview; Toji met you at the park and just had to take you back to his car to show you a good time

Content; smut, dilf + tattooed Toji

Warnings; 🔞 mdni, smut, implied milk dad behavior (poor Megumi sorry m'boy)

Kinks; public sex (park), light breeding kink, hookup sex, implied age gap (20s ~ 30s), taking off condom (implied mutually consensual), creampie, car sex, dirty talk, a brief use of pns 'daddy' and 'good girl'

A/N; srry just eyerolling for toji so bad lately thought i'd squeeze out some more yummy content 💕

He was just someone you met at the park one day. All you knew about him was that he had a son and previously they were on a picnic together, catching up on life like they so rarely do.

It was the holidays. An especially bright sun cursed the summer sky, you constantly kept your hand held to the crown of your head to shade your squinting eyes from the harsh sun rays.

That tall, brooding man crossed your line of sight and immediately snapped up your attention. The way his tight black T-shirt defined his muscular physique made you clench your thighs together tightly. And when he spoke to you? You batted your eyes like crazy and gave him a cheeky, horny smile.

His greasy black hair reminded you of the bad boys you used to crush on back in high school. His bold tattoos were just the cherry on top. Speaking of cherries... he was clearly very interested in yours. "Wanna go someplace quieter?" he asked.

That deep, rolling voice of his went straight to the center of your brain, reverberated in your chest and travelled down south between your thighs, which he knew you were rubbing together because of him. He was sorely aware of the effect he had on girls like you.

After sending his son off down the block to the store for some lame, made-up excuse, Toji took you to his black, pretty Porsche and eagerly squeezed himself inside your needy, wet pussy as you sat pretty on his lap in the driver's seat. He angled your body so that he could get as deep as possible, and you happily let his calloused hands explore your body.

He let out handsome, deep groans while his nasty cock squeezed in and out of your pussyhole. The way he meanly rolled his hips up and roughly squeezed the crease of your hips made you feel like you were his toy — his newfound favorite, his pretty little fleshlight. Those snake green eyes narrowed in pleasure, cockhead skillfully bullying against your G-spot each time he plunged inside.

The condom bothered the two of you so much that you told him to just get rid of it already, so he peeled it off his cock. Sinking inside you raw sent him straight to heaven. And you? You could barely keep a coherent thought in your head. You could feel the texture of his cock, each kink and curve, and the angry veins that decorated his shaft.

He fucked you so good that you just threw your head back in bliss and voiced every bad girl desire in it.

" 'm gonna cum!" you cried, clawing at his meaty biceps. The pleasure was so good you rolled your eyes back and made a face like a pornstar, it made Toji chuckle.

"Cummin' f'me?"

"Mhm! 'm gonna cum, 'm gonna — ahhh, cumminggg!" you squealed, feeling your hole tighten up so much that you really felt the shape of his cock. It had a curve to it that just absolutely drove your pussy nuts.

"Aw, look at you." Toji cooed against your face, admiring your slutty expression as you orgasmed. "Daddy's gonna cum too, 'wanna take it inside like a good girl? Get that pretty pussy knocked up? Hm?"

You nodded and replied with such a frantic "Yes! Yes please! Knock me up!" that he chuckled. It felt so good to cum knowing that you wanted to get knocked up by him; this total stranger who you let rail you in his car even though you talked to him for only two hours, this daddy who already had a son. But hell, he didn't mind having another kid if it came from someone as cute as you.

He barely managed to get any words out before he came. "Ah — fuuuck, 'take it, take it all." he growled lowly in your ear. You felt him throbbing and pulsing, broad chest heaving; for a moment it felt like he was never gonna catch his breath again.

Stilling with an erotic groan, he kept a firm hold on your hips as if he was gonna go in for another round because, truthfully, it just felt too good to throw in the towel yet. Creamy white liquid dribbled out of your little loosened up hole.

Meanwhile, his son returned to find his dad not where he left him, so he scratched the back of his head and rung up his dad's phone. "Dad, where you at? Just up and fucking vanished again?" he sighed sarcastically.

Toji slipped himself out of you with a little pop sound. "Stay put, I'm coming back." he told Megumi.

Aw, he must have really cared about his son, because he drove back to the park to meet him. Of course, not without hastily stuffing another creampie up inside your hole and putting his number in your contacts.

[luvashli]

01 -> FUEL TO THE FIRE

Synopsis -> Y/N, a daring motorcycle racer, catches the attention of seven competitive car racers called ENHYPEN. Driven by lust and rivalry, the boys chase her both on and off the track, but as the tension builds, their obsession with her grows. Will they see her for more than just a prize, or will their dangerous desires consume them?

y/n‘s motorcycle/ Enhypen’s cars

The neon glow of the underground racing meet lit up the midnight haze, a kaleidoscope of color painting the abandoned industrial yard. Engines roared in the background, their growls reverberating like thunder as spectators cheered and gathered around the makeshift racetrack. The air was electric with the promise of danger, victory, and pride.

Among the cacophony, she arrived.

The low rumble of her Ducati Panigale V4 S pierced the noise, its engine snarling like a predator on the hunt. Heads turned, conversations halted, and even the roar of supercharged cars seemed to fade as the crowd parted for her.

She swung off the bike with a grace that commanded attention, her every move deliberate and sharp. The glistening black leather of her riding suit clung to her like a second skin, accentuating her curves in a way that left no room for subtlety. The zipper at the front was tugged just low enough to reveal the teasing hint of her collarbone and the curve of her chest, glinting under the overhead lights. Her toned legs were on full display, hugged perfectly by her fitted leather pants, while her thigh-high boots added an edge that dared anyone to challenge her.

Her long hair, tousled from the wind, cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that was both dangerously beautiful and untouchably fierce. Kohl-lined eyes swept over the crowd, challenging anyone to hold her gaze for too long. Her smirk—equal parts daring and seductive—was enough to make hearts race faster than any engine in the yard.

Y/N.

Every racer here knew her name, and for those who didn’t, they would by the end of the night.

From a line of sleek cars parked along the edge of the track, ENHYPEN watched her arrival like hawks sizing up a rival. Their presence was impossible to ignore—seven drivers standing by their machines, each one a force in their own right.

Jungwon, leaning casually against his midnight-blue Nissan GT-R R35, crossed his arms as his sharp gaze followed her. Calculating, assessing. He wasn’t one to be easily impressed, but even he couldn’t deny her aura.

“Looks like the legend herself decided to show up,” said Jay, his cocky grin matching the bright yellow Chevrolet Corvette C8 Stingray parked behind him. “Think she’ll be as fast as they say, or is it all just talk?”

“She’s fast,” came Sunghoon’s quiet reply, his eyes fixed on her as he adjusted his gloves. Standing beside his glossy black Audi R8 V10 Plus, he radiated calm precision. “The question is, how far she’s willing to push it.”

Jake, leaning against his forest-green Mustang Shelby GT500, chuckled softly. “She doesn’t look like the type to play it safe.”

“Safe is boring,” said Ni-ki, perched on the hood of his matte black Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat. His smirk was pure mischief, his golden hair catching the neon lights.

Sunoo, stepping out from his pearl-white Lamborghini Huracán EVO, tilted his head, his playful expression masking something sharper beneath. “She’s got everyone here under her spell already. Watch out, boys.”

“She’s not here to charm,” said Heeseung, his voice calm but heavy with meaning as he rested an arm on his metallic gray Porsche 911 Turbo S. His eyes lingered on Y/N a moment longer than the others. “She’s here to win.”

Y/N’s gaze swept over them, her smirk widening slightly as she caught their stares. She could feel their curiosity, their intrigue, but she didn’t have time for games. Not yet.

“Who’s ready to lose tonight?” she called, her voice cutting through the noise like a blade. The crowd erupted in cheers, a chorus of both admiration and intimidation.

Jungwon pushed off his car and stepped forward, his expression cool and unflinching. “Depends. You racing on two wheels tonight, or are you going to give real engines a try?”

The tension crackled between them, two forces colliding. Y/N raised a brow, her smirk never faltering. “Two wheels are all I need to leave you in the dust, pretty boy.“

Jay let out a low whistle. “She’s got bite.”

“She’s going to need more than that to outrun us,” Sunghoon muttered.

Y/N turned her back on them, striding toward the starting line with the swagger of someone who knew she already owned the night. Her hips swayed with confidence, drawing eyes and quiet murmurs from the crowd. She threw a glance over her shoulder, her voice dripping with challenge.

“Well? Who’s first?”

The night air pulsed with the energy of the crowd, everyone eager to witness the confrontation between legends. Y/N’s taunt lingered in the air, like gasoline waiting for a spark. The ENHYPEN boys exchanged glances, their unspoken understanding clear: none of them planned to back down.

Jungwon, ever the strategist, stepped forward first. “I’ll take you on,” he said, his voice calm and steady, betraying no hint of emotion.

Y/N tilted her head, eyeing him with amused curiosity. “The leader, huh? You sure you want to start this off with a loss?”

The corner of Jungwon’s lips twitched into the faintest smirk. “We’ll see who’s losing.”

The crowd buzzed with excitement as the announcement spread like wildfire: Jungwon, the calculating king of precision, was going head-to-head with Y/N, the fearless motorcycle queen. Bets were placed, cheers erupted, and engines roared to life.

Y/N turned back to her Ducati, her fingers brushing over the sleek black surface of the bike. It wasn’t just a machine—it was an extension of her, a symbol of her defiance against the world that doubted her. She slipped on her gloves, the leather molding perfectly to her hands, and swung her leg over the seat in one fluid motion.

Behind her, Jungwon slid into the driver’s seat of his midnight-blue Nissan GT-R R35. The low hum of the engine was a stark contrast to the throaty growl of her Ducati, but it exuded an air of quiet dominance, much like its driver.

The starting line loomed ahead, illuminated by the flickering glow of neon lights. Y/N revved her engine, the sound tearing through the air and earning a wave of cheers from the crowd. Jungwon’s car inched forward, the tires screeching slightly as he tested the power beneath him.

Jay leaned against his Corvette, watching with a cocky grin. “You think he can take her?”

“Depends,” Heeseung said, his tone measured. “She’s unpredictable. That could throw him off.”

“Or it could be his undoing,” Sunghoon added, his gaze locked on the scene unfolding before them.

Jake chuckled, shaking his head. “This is going to be fun.”

As the race coordinator approached the starting line, Y/N spared a glance at Jungwon through the visor of her helmet. His focus was unshakable, his hands steady on the steering wheel.

“You ready for this?” she called over the roar of the engines.

Jungwon’s smirk was barely visible through his rolled-down window. “I hope you like second place.”

Her laugh was low and teasing, a sound that sent a ripple through the crowd. “We’ll see, pretty boy.”

The coordinator raised a hand, signaling for the countdown to begin.

“On my mark!”

Y/N’s grip tightened on the handlebars, her heart racing—not with nerves, but with the thrill of the challenge. The world narrowed down to the strip of asphalt ahead and the roar of the engines beside her.

“Three…”

The crowd’s cheers faded into the background, replaced by the pounding of blood in her ears.

“Two…”

Jungwon’s GT-R revved, the sound a low growl that promised speed and power. Y/N’s Ducati responded in kind, its engine snarling like a beast ready to be unleashed.

“One… GO!”

The sound of screeching tires and roaring engines exploded into the night as the two racers shot forward.

The asphalt blurred beneath them as Y/N leaned into her bike, her body low and streamlined. The wind tore at her hair, and the world around her became a kaleidoscope of lights and shadows. Her focus was razor-sharp, every move calculated to shave off precious seconds.

Jungwon’s GT-R was right beside her, the roar of its engine a constant reminder of his presence. He handled the car with precision, taking turns so smoothly it was almost mechanical. But Y/N was no stranger to high-pressure races, and she had one advantage he didn’t: agility.

As the first sharp turn approached, Y/N leaned hard, her knee skimming the ground as she took the corner with breathtaking precision. Jungwon followed closely, his car hugging the curve as if it were glued to the road.

The crowd roared as the racers emerged from the turn neck-and-neck. Y/N could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, her heart pounding in time with the engine. She glanced at Jungwon through the corner of her eye, catching the flash of determination in his gaze.

“You’re good,” she muttered under her breath. “But not good enough.”

She twisted the throttle, the Ducati surging forward with a burst of speed that left the GT-R a car length behind. The finish line was in sight now, a beacon of victory glowing in the distance.

But Jungwon wasn’t giving up. His car roared to life, closing the gap between them with terrifying speed. Y/N could feel the pressure, the weight of his presence bearing down on her, but she refused to back down.

With a final burst of effort, she pushed the Ducati to its limits, the engine screaming in protest as she crossed the finish line mere milliseconds before Jungwon.

The crowd’s cheers still echoed through the night air as Y/N shut off the engine of her Ducati with a smooth twist of her wrist. The buzz of excitement lingered in the atmosphere, but all eyes were on her now. With a confident swagger, she slid off the bike, her high heels clicking sharply against the pavement, her leather-clad body turning heads with every movement.

Jungwon was the first to break the silence, eyes scanning her from head to toe with an unreadable look. But underneath, the desire was clear. “You think you can handle us?” he asked, his voice cool but edged with something else—a challenge, or maybe a warning.

Y/N’s lips curled into a sly smile. “I already did,” she replied, her eyes flashing with defiance, her body language one of complete confidence.

Jay stepped forward, his grin dripping with cockiness. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that,” he said, voice thick with intent. “But it’s one thing to race, babe. Another to make it through the aftermath.”

His eyes were locked on her body, lingering on her curves in the tight leather jacket and pants that left little to the imagination. Y/N met his gaze, smirking back. “You think you can handle me, pretty boy?”

Jake chuckled, his dark eyes wandering over her, unable to hide the lust in his gaze. He took a long, deliberate glance at her body, lingering a little too long on her chest, the way her leather clung to her hips. “I think I’d like to find out,” he muttered under his breath, though not so quietly that it was missed by the others.

Sunghoon watched her, his gaze predatory, not bothering to hide the hunger in his eyes. He took a step toward her, lips curling into a smirk. “You’re not as untouchable as you think, babe,” he said, his voice low, almost like a dare.

Ni-ki, who had been leaning against his SRT Hellcat, let out a small laugh, eyeing her like a prize he was just waiting to claim. “You’ve got the right look for it,” he said, voice dripping with want. “But we’ll see if you can keep that attitude when we’re done with you.”

Y/N's smile didn’t falter. Her eyes, sharp and fearless, surveyed the boys standing around her. They weren’t interested in her skills, not really. It wasn’t the race that had their attention. It was her. The way she moved, the way she owned every inch of space she stepped into.

“I’m not here to impress you,” she said, flicking a strand of hair from her face. “I’m here to win.”

Heeseung stepped forward now, his calm, controlled demeanor never faltering. But even he couldn’t resist the way his gaze flicked down her figure. His eyes met hers, a flicker of something carnal in them. “You might have won tonight, but there’s more to racing than just speed,” he said, his voice smooth, but there was an undercurrent of challenge. “And more to winning than just bragging rights.”

Y/N arched a brow. “I’m not here for your damn bragging rights. Just don’t expect me to slow down for any of you.”

Jungwon’s eyes narrowed, and his lips curled into a half-smile, but there was a dangerous edge to it. “We’ll see about that.”

The tension was thick, simmering under the surface, but it wasn’t about the race anymore. It was about them all wanting her. The way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she dominated their attention—it was all too much to resist.

Sunoo, who had remained mostly quiet, watched Y/N closely. He leaned against his white Lamborghini, looking her over with a smirk. “You think you can keep this up?” he asked, his voice almost teasing.

“Oh, I can keep up just fine,” she shot back, her confidence not faltering for a second.

The boys exchanged glances. They didn’t care about her backstory. They didn’t care if she was tough or smart. All they cared about was how much they wanted her. The way she made them ache with desire just by being in the same space.

As she swung one leg over her Ducati and started the engine, the sound revved through the air, almost like an invitation—provocative, loud, and full of defiance. Y/N looked over her shoulder one last time, her eyes glinting with challenge.

“Catch me if you can,” she called, her voice dripping with disdain, a taunt more than anything.

And with that, she shot off into the night, leaving the boys behind, watching her, their thoughts no longer about the race. They weren’t thinking about anything but how badly they wanted her.

As the sound of her engine faded into the distance, they stood in silence for a beat, all of them burning with the same desire. They wanted her. They didn’t care about anything else. Just the way she made them feel.

“She’s something else,” Jake muttered, his voice laced with frustration.

Sunghoon exhaled a sharp breath. “I think I need a cold shower.”

Jungwon looked after her, but the words that came out were more of a challenge than anything else. “She’s going to regret underestimating us.”

None of them cared about her winning or losing. Not anymore. All that mattered was that she’d left them wanting more.

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i swear last seb post for today but the porsche test is so bewildering to me for multiple reasons.

a) seb contacted porsche for a hypercar test because he was curious according to himself. so he had a bit of sim time and then got a private session in weissach. ok.

b) that session in weissach was accompanied by a porsche works driver. huh alright but seb is a driver that most teams would desperately want in their roster so it makes sense for them to assess him a bit more thoroughly.

c) then he's in aragon as an official part of a 36 hour official wec test. with the entire group of porsche works drivers and another guy they want to test out on the car. this sounds so serious.

d) wait hold on porsche is literally a works team. they have won the previous wec race. sure seb is a platinum driver but he's (outwardly) indecisive about driving again and could have easily just had a private test or long test with a porsche customer team

e) also he's been giving feedback?!? development feedback or general? we don't fucking know??

f) if you're unaware of porsches hierarchical standing in endurance/le mans, they are THE team. porsche to le mans is ferrari to f1. the circuit de la sarthe has the porsche curves. most wec drivers dream of getting a shot at winning le mans on a porsche. a lot of porsche endurance drivers are legends of the sport. sure, a german legend with a german legend is great publicity but

g) according to the man himself (when asked about driving in fe), sebastian does not want to be a publicity mascot (he used the word "Grüßonkel" in german which literally translates to "greeting uncle") for a sport. so all of this leads us to the question

what is this fucker cooking? because i do not believe porsche is unserious enough to sacrifice testing time for a guy who is just curious

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Porsche Carrera GTZ, 2013. A special edition of 6 cars with bodywork by Zagato. The initial commission came from a Swiss collector, Zagato's changes included redesigned front and rear bumpers, a characteristic double bubble roof and redesigned engine cover with buttresses that flow in a smooth curve down to the rear deck. In addition to the first car, 5 other owners have since approached Zagota to convert their Carrera GT models into GTZ specials

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[shivayagojo]

JAPAN GP, hometown stint

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And we're back. It's race weekend in Japan. Round 3 kicks off in Suzuka. Lando is leading, but it's Ava who's brought the consistency. Who will take it today?

see comments below

carloslover_27: Suzuka is always a vibe. Hopefully we'll see the hometown heroes do well.

> motorsportqueen: Let's manifest it! Ava for the W 🙌🙌

terriblysourdolla: No one's talking about Max tho? He's lowkey lurking in the background 👀

> f1guru99: He hasn't been in the background for a long time. But he always rocks in Suzuka.

> avafansworld: Ava's the one to watch today. Forget Lando and Max, she's taking the crown 👑

sportsbabe: Ava's been on fire in first two GPs. Can't wait to see how she handles the race today 👏🔥

> florence4ever: Mark my words, Ava's got that W locked down. Watch and learn. 💅

> delulu: Home town win!💥

avaflorence

Growing up in Belgium, my family always made it a point to visit the other half of my heritage at least once a year. And now with F1, I get paid to do it. Love you Japan. This weekend is for you.

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yukitsunoda0511: GO JAPAN 🇯🇵🇯🇵🇯🇵

> avaflorence: If you're not on that podium with me tomorrow, I'm going to kill you 🔪

> yukitsunoda0511: 😨

> toasted_melon: average conversation with your brother be like

max2themax: Love how connected you are to your roots. Representing both sides like a queen 👑🌸

> racingfreakz: Ava always knows how to make us feel special. Japan's got nothing but love for you! 🇯🇵💕

racefam_24: Spa and Suzuka?! You're winning in life 💯👑

> avafansworld: Two of the most beautiful tracks in the world.🌍💖

racevibes_only: You're the definition of goals, Ava 💖

porschef1

It's a special race for our girl which means a special livery too. Presenting the 2025 Suzuka Porsche livery.

see comments below

f1fanatic_92: That livery is INSANE ��😍 Can't wait to see it on track!!

florence4ever: Porsche is always bringing the heat 🔥🔥 Ava's gonna look even better in that! 🙌👑

vcarb: We see you Porsche 👀

> porschef1: You don't get to talk to us

> drssupremacy: lmao they're defending Daniel. I love it!

missingkimi: Porsche is serving and I'm here for it 🙌🙌 Let's get that dub, Ava!! 🏆

> delulu: This is gonna be legendary. Ava + Seb + Porsche + Suzuka = magic 🔮✨

SUZUKA QUALIFYING — always a THRILL! Predictable? Perhaps — but never lacking excitement! The Red Bulls, as expected, rocketed to the top five in sector one. And who could ignore Aston Martin? Fernando Alonso surged forward, squeezing into Q2 — and then squeezing again into Q3! But the McLarens, despite a few struggles, retained the formidable pace they brought to Suzuka last year.

          AND THEN — a shocker! Yuki Tsunoda, for the Racing Bulls, unleashed a magical performance. P3! A staggering two-tenths clear of Max Verstappen! WOW! As if that wasn't enough, Sebastian Vettel — YES, in that Porsche — grabbed P2! A redemption arc after his misfortunes in China. Now perched on the front row for the Japanese Grand Prix.

          YET ALL EYES were on Eva Florence — the hometown hero. She dominated practice—Friday sessions one, two, and three. Can she extend her reign to qualifying?

"Here we are, ladies and gentlemen, riding on board with Ava Florence. She's been past all the sessions. Let's see what she makes it off it in this lap."

"Indeed, Crofty, as she comes down the main straight... and we begin her lap. Burst down the main straight. Power into the first curve — mid-corner deceleration. Navigate the tight right curve with finesse. Now into Turn 3 — a high-speed left kink — preparing for Suzuka's iconic S's."

"Turn4, Turn 5, Turn 6 — the S curves! Left, right, left — a dance for the brave, and Ava doesn't flinch once. Just look at the grip she gets in these corners."

"Absolutely crucial for this track. Into the Dunlop curve, that fast left bend—gathering speed. Then to the uphill portion, then a slow-speed right hand kink—careful with the gravel on exit! Through the Degner One and on to Degner Two—the track tightens, but she releases—gorgeous exit through Turn 9."

"She's done beautiful so far. Under the bridge now—flashing! Turn 10, flat out! Turn 11, hard on the brakes—a hairpin, delicate but executed with mastery.

"Swooping through Turn 12, a full-throttle right-hand bend—approaching the Spoon Curve, Turns 13 and 14. Brakes, drift: this double-left, a challenge! She skirts peril, just right."

"And TURN 13 — the ICONIC 130R — with the pedal to the metal! All sectors LIGHT UP PURPLE — SHE'S FLYING! Into the Casio Chicane — a deceleration dance: third gear, left, right, left, right!Relentless, furious — and now, across the LINE! AVA FLORENCE HAS JUST TAKEN HER FIRST POLE POSITION F1 HISTORY! — WHAT A LAP! What a moment for the rookie — the hometown hero writes her own legend at Suzuka!"

HENRY And that's pole for Sunday. What a lap.

FLORENCE HAH! YES! Unbelievable! Thank you so much!

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Porsche front-row lockout and two hometown heroes in the top 3. It's anyone's game in Suzuka on Sunday.

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marshedmellow: LET'S GO!!! Porsche locking it down 🔥 Suzuka's gonna be WILD 🔥🔥

> avafansworld: Ava's gonna show them how it's done from the front row 👑💪

f1fanatic_92: Porsche at the front and Ava showing up strong—this is gonna be EPIC. 🏎️💨

delulu: Manifesting a Ava-Yuki podium!

heturnedintome: Can we just have this as our podium?

JAPAN GRAND PRIX STARTING GRID

Ava Florence

Sebastian Vettel

Yuki Tsunoda

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Fernando Alonso

Oscar Piastri

Liam Lawson

Lewis Hamilton

George Russel

Charles Leclerc

Andrea Kimi Antonelli

Lance Stroll

Pierre Gasly

Nico Hulkenberg

Ollie Bearman

Isack Hadjar

Gabriel Bortoleto

Esteban Ocon

Carlos Sainz

Alexander Albon

Jack Doohan

IT'S SUNDAY. The adrenaline is high - the FORMULA 1 JAPAN GRAND PRIX is about to ignite. 22 drivers, engines roaring, lined up on the grid. The third round of the Championship calls! Ava Florence is comfortable in P2 in the championship, but she's even more comfortable knowing she's on pole and her main championship rival is down in P5.

PORSCHE ecstatic - a FRONT ROW LOCKOUT! They're hungry to convert this golden opportunity. Meanwhile, Red Bull aims to reclaim glory, propelled by the unexpected charge from Liam Lawson breaking into the top 10. A big ask from him, especially since Yuki Tsunoda, the man he took the Red Bull, shines brightly in P3!

"Ava, Ava."

"Martin! About damn time I get interviewed by you."

"It's a been some time. But it's here. How's it feel? On the verge of glory in your home country, second in the Championship, but so close to the crest? A win today could flip the standings for you."

"Oh, Martin, it's amazing! Belgium is the country in my heart, but I can't forget about Japan. I love every time I come here. I love the fans, I love the country. My first pole here...it's a dream. The Championship tables? Honestly, I didn't think too much about it until the engineers at Porsche told me. But Lando in P5? It's great. I've got my own script today."

"But Eva, the elation of a hometown victory, how will it feel to cross P1? Your second win, a jubilant homecoming?"

"Every win is amazing, Martin. But this one is a bit more so. To take this one, with my family watching, it'd be indescribable. Emotional? Yes. Tearful? No, maybe not today - but if there's a place for tears, it's Spa."

"Well, we'll certainly look forward to seeing this race. Good luck to you."

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the electrifying Japanese Grand Prix in Suzuka! The SUN is SHINING, the sky's clear, and we've 53 laps of hard, gritty racing ahead of us. Let's dive into this iconic track... One DRS ZONE sets the stage on this 5.8-kilometer circuit. 307 kilometers in total length. And the lap record, set by Lewis Hamilton in 2019, 1:30.983. Alright, Martin, let's get this race started. It's five lights in Suzuka... AND IT'S LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO!!! AVA FLORENCE ROCKETS off the line—a perfect start. Vettel and Tsunoda give chase. Verstappen behind. Lando loses out on his position to Fernando Alonso. Alonso is breathing down Verstappen's neck."

"It's a battle royale behind. That was the perfect start by Florence. Just stick it and drive. No need to play defensive. You've got your teammate behind you acting as rear gunner. Just make it through the first corner."

"Eva Florence is FLYING, the gap stretched to three tenths. Sebastian Vettel is protecting her hard, holding off Yuki Tsunoda. Oh, there's Russell—taking on Hamilton! The former teammates. Side by side into Turn 11���Hamilton HOLDS! Russell backs out neededly, and now he's got Charles Leclerc in his mirror. Leclerc—after a poor qualifying—he's CLIMBING! We've seen his comebacks in Australia, in China—what can he do here?"

"Hard braking at the spoon curve. Russsell goes wide, Leclerc hits the apex. Russel just too much on the curbs and Leclerc gets the better exit. He's up to P10."

"Here we as the drivers begin the third sector. Ava Florence still far and away the leader, but the gap between Tsunoda and Vettel has lessened. Tsunoda showed great pace in qualifying and now he's staring down the back of the four time world champion. There go through 130R. There's Russell trying Leclerc. Both drivers flat-out. And the Mercedes has that speed on the fast corners. Russel back into P10."

LAP 3:

"It's the battle that people saw a portion of in 2023. Let's see if we get more this season. Fernando Alonso and Max Verstappen. Fernando makes the lunge into the first corner, tight on the inside line. They're side by side. Can Fernando squeeze ahead? Yes he can! Fernando is put to P4, but here's Verstappen, trying to regain the position on the outside. He does. Max remains P4."

"So already we're seeing some back and forth action here. No driver in this circuit wants to give up their position as here comes Sainz on Hadjar."

"Isack Hadjar has not been able to recreate the same magic as his teammate. That car is not the best for this track, but you would think he would get more out of it considering we're Tsunoda is at. And Jack Doohan, for the second race running, is towards the back of the grid."

"There have been rumors going around that Doohan's contract is potentially only for five races. No confirmation whatsoever, but if it is true, this is certainly not the results Alpine wants."

LAP 13:

HENRY Okay, Ava. This is where we're going to potentially see some drivers coming in. Let's try to extend this stint as much as possible.

"There is Ava Florence told to extend these tires as much as you can. She is on the C3 compounds here, so she could be running a one-stop strategy."

"That certainly seems like it. Especially since she doesn't seem to be losing any time. Perhaps Porsche is looking to get her out as long as possible on these soft tyres and then just run it through until everyone pits the second time."

"Yup. That seems to be the plan for that Porsche, but not for Sebastian Vettel. He comes into the pitstop. So now, Yuki Tsunoda is up to second place. And the Japanese fans go wild as they have two home town features leading the race. Ava Florence and Yuki Tsunoda."

"Now that Tsunoda has that free air, I wonder if he'll be able to catch up to that Porsche or if she's too far away for this stint. Vettel comes out of the pits. Not a bad stop. He's in P6."

LAP 15:

"And it's a battle in the pitsotps between Verstappen and Hamilton. Hamilton gets out a bit earlier, but it's anybody's game who's gonna make the jump into Turn 1. Is Verstappen feeling ambitious? No, he remains cautious."

LAP 19:

"There's Leclerc in the pits. He'll change for a fresh set of hard tires. Comes out P8."

"Yes, that's interesting, but Ava Florence has still not pitted. Yuki Tsunoda has. He came out in P6 earlier. But Florence looks she's committed to the one stop. And he'll be a mighty one stop if she can make it work."

LAP 25:

"Ava Florence finally comes in for her pit stop. She's made these soft tires run for a long while and now she'll put on a new pair of hard compounds. Oh, but what's this?"

"The right here wheel had trouble being put on! The gun just got stuck there. And that's a bad pitstop for Florence. They were expecting to come ahead of Verstappen, but instead they're going to behind Hamilton."

FLORENCE How are we behind Hamilton?

HENRY Keep calm, Ava. We're still the only one on the one-stop.

"It's going to be a game of patience for Ava Florence as she's gonna wait for all these drivers in front of her to make their second pitstop. In the lead, Yuki Tsunoda a second ahead of Verstappen. What a race he's having!"

LAP 29:

"And there comes Lewis Hamilton jumping at Lawson on the Casio chicane. He'll get the inside line and it's Hamilton ahead on the main straight! That Red Bull was faster than Ferrari on this track, but Hamilton has the experience to pull away from Lawson."

LAP 32:

"Verstappen is the first of the top ten into the pits for this second stint. He'll give up that position to Fernando Alonso, who now, will be attacking his former rival, Sebastian Vettel."

"A great many battles these two have shared. Let's see if Fernando can close that gap and we can see some overtaking."

"Ava Florence. It's going smoothly for her. She passes Lawson on the straight. The DRS gave her a nice boost to get into P5."

HENRY You're doing great. Hamilton ahead has not pitted.

FLORENCE Should I try to overtake?

HENRY Negative.

FLORENCE But I'm loosing time.

HENRY Tsunoda is within pit window. No need to rush.

"It seems you were right, Martin. Porsche is playing a very patient game here."

LAP 35:

"And here comes Hamilton into the pits. So, now, Ava moves up another position. She'll be right behind Piastri, who's going for a longer second stint. And then she'll have to wait for Vettel and Tsunoda to make their pits too."

HENRY Okay, Ava. You can push.

"Very interesting to see what she'll make of it."

LAP 37:

"Oscar Piastri into to the pits. So it's another easy move up for Ava Florence. Now she's chasing Sebastian Vettel. He's been dragging these tires longer, hasn't he?"

"He has. So we're expecting if he does stop, he'll probably go on the soft compounds at the end of the race. For now, let's see how much Ava catches up."

LAP 39:

"Ava Florence has caught up to a second behind her teammate. She will be in that DRS zone as we come down the straight. She's picking up speed, but Vettel has a comfortable gap not be overtaken yet. Through the S's it's Vettel and Florence, the two Porsche inches apart. When will Florence make the move? It's now — she's gonna emerge on the outside of Turn 7. They're side by side, but Vettel forces her back. She switches over, dives down the inside of Turn 8 and MAKES IT STICK! Ava Florence with a beautiful move passes her teammate."

"That was a good read by Florence. She knew the outside wasn't going to work in Degner 1, just wasn't fast enough. So she moved over to the inside to get the apex before Vettel. Superb driving."

"Certainly she's been on fire all weekend and now she's going to have good, comfortable gaze at Yuki Tsunoda who has to pit."

LAP 42:

"Yuki Tsunoda can just about see Florence in his rea-view mirrors and what must he be thinking? He's leading his home Grand Prix, but his Japanese counterpart is looking to snatch that home victory for herself. Down the main straight, Florence has DRS. She's closing in that gap."

"Tsunoda has to be careful here. I'm sure his engineers have warned him about Sector 2, just how flying she is on this middle portion of the track."

"Down the inside of Turn 8 she goes once again, but from too far back on the grid. Doesn't get it. Tsunoda skids on the entry to Turn 8. Florence closes in further. She knows she can get on the hairpin, just has to get there.

HENRY Okay, Ava. No need to overtake Tsunoda. He has yet to pit.

FLORENCE Yeah, but satisfaction.

"As they head past 10, Tsunoda is early on the breaks and that's just enough time for Florence to SQUEEZE THROUGH! Round the hairpin, smooth exit. And Ava Florence is leading the Grand Prix."

"She said she wanted that satisfaction of passing Tsunoda and boy how satisfying must that move be? That corner is very easy to get wrong but she just slides on in there."

LAP 53:

"And it is a masterclass for the Japanese hero. From start to finish, there was nothing that stood a threat in the face of this woman and now she'll see the checkered flag fall for her home race. AVA FLORENCE WINS THE JAPANESE GRAND PRIX!"

HENRY And that is win Ava!

FLORENCE HAHA!!! WOHOO!! YES! What does Seb say? RING-DINGA-DING-DING!!

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SATISFACTION INDEED! Ava Florence wins the Japanese Grand Prix!

tagged: avaflorence

see comments below

burnttoast: WTF WAS GRAND PRIX?? 2025 is insane!!

> orangedelusions: A young driver fighting for the championship, new team, old f1 legends. Welcome back 2012!

adoptmycat: Yuki on the podium baby less go!

> vettel4life: SEB ON THE PODIUM 💪

> capybara: this podium is making me cry 🥹

el_plan: Ava Florence went to the Fernando Alonso school of celebrations.

cassettes: I've seen enough. Give her the companionship!

porschef1

It's a double podium for this team in Japan. What a race!

tagged: avaflorence, sebastianvettel

see comments below

madmax: Words cannot describe how beautiful it was to see Vettel on the podium again 🥹

> balencia: Vettel on the podium out retirement feels like when Schumi got it in 2012.

> chrome: SO DO I LOOK LIKE HIIIM?

florence4ever: What a race from both Porsche! One stop on both of them!

motorsport: Whoever allowed Porsche strategist cook, tell them to keep cooking 🧑‍🍳

JAPAN GRAND PRIX RESULTS

1. AVA FLORENCE (+25)

2. YUKI TSUNODA (+18)

3. SEBASTIAN VETTEL (+15)

4. MAX VERSTAPPEN (+12)

5. FERNANDO ALONSO (+10)

6. LANDO NORRIS (+8)

7. OSCAR PIASTRI (+6)

8. LEWIS HAMILTON (+4)

9. LIAM LAWSON (+2)

10. GEORGE RUSSELL (+1)

11. CHARLES LECLERC

12. ANDREA KIMI ANTONELLI

13. PIERRE GASLY

14. LANCE STROLL

15. NICO HULKENBERG

16. OLLIE BEARMAN

17. CARLOS SAINZ

18. GABRIEL BORTOLETO

19. ISACK HADJAR

20. ALEXANDER ALBON

21. ESTEBAN OCON

22. JACK DOOHAN

JAPAN GRAND PRIX POST-RACE INTERVIEW

Interviewer: Ava, what a spectacular win this for you. You drove amazingly well. How are the feelings win this race?

Ava: Now, look who's flirting? But, yes, it's a great feeling. I think we did great from start to finish. The team did a great job with the strategy. So, super proud of this moment —

Vettel taps her shoulder from behind. When she turns around, he wraps in a hug and pats her back.

Seb: Unbelievable race.

Ava: It was good, no?

Seb: You were crying on the podium.

Ava: No, no—

Seb: You couldn't see it, but I looked over at her on the podium. I saw a tear drop her cheek. She was crying.

Ava: Okay, a little. But it wasn't as much as you in Abu Dabhi. I controlled myself there.

Interviewer: Yuki that a brilliant race here today. Your highest finish at the Japanese Grand Prix. What are you feeling?

Yuki: It's amazing. Super amazing. In front of all the fans, to win like this, it's incredible. And I am super happy with how everything turned out. The team did a great job. And it was a fantastic race.

Interviewer: Sebastian, your third Grand Prix back from retirement and you're sitting on the podium. Is this a sign you're getting back into form?

Seb; Maybe. Obviously, I'm not going to be as good or fast as I was before, but I still love racing and I will continue to love racing. So, just an incredible day for me, the team, and for Ava for winning that race.

avaflorence

Japan gave me three things in life: a mother, ramen, and a dream win. Love you with all my heart. ❤️

see comments below

ovenisonfire: Oh she's an icon ✨

florence4ever: GO MAMA GO!! STUNT ON THESE POSERS!

burnt_orange: No, Ava. Save some of the poses for El Padre to do when he wins!

> avaflorence: Don't worry Nando. I'll carry on your legacy once you retire

> fernando_alonso_official: I am not retiring anytime soon (but you have my full permission 👍)

> burnt_orange: Oh she got the thumbs-up of approval. El Madre is full swing!

porschef1: Show them, queen!

> avaflorence: Luv ya, please come hang out with me for dinner 😘

> delulu: Not Ava flirting with the Porsche admin 🤣

WORLD DRIVERS CHAMPIONSHIP

WORLD CONSTRUCTORS CHAMPIONSHIP

(lemme know if wanna be included)

taglist: @freyathehuntress

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Cockpit | knj

Pair: Namjoon x reader

Summary: Namjoon goes through a rough time while getting a divorce, meeting you at the club two weeks in a row when attraction becomes unreal.

Rating: +18 mature content, Smut, divorce, fatherhood,

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It’s early in the summer, about the end of June you are finally able to take a weekend off of work, the hospital you work at never gave up on you through the weekends, especially during summer weekends where most accidents occur, which is specifically the season you regret taking your medical degree.

Standing in your apartment around 8 in the evening, struggling to correct your eyeliner in front of the long full body mirror in your bedroom, you curse under your breath for fucking up your eyeliner again before putting down the pencil and smudging the stupid line you already put on your lash lines.

You applaud yourself, even though you sucked to begin with, it didn’t turn out half bad. Or at least that’s what you convince yourself.

Your phone buzzes on  your nightstand which makes the music you’re already playing on your phone go quieter, you turn while singing the missed part of the song you’re playing, you look at the screen, it’s Hoseok, your high school best friend who ended up being your really close friend even after all these years of studying abroad and being busy with work, your parents became close with his since they already love him.

You slide down the notification.

“you better be ready when im there”

“u know I hate waiting in the car”

“and you always take so long so pls be ready”

You were going to the club to celebrate the last weekend of your friend Yoongi being single, you had already chose a short flattering, but very revealing dress, barely covers your lower ass, silver that fully exposes the tattoo on your spine of a long flower that ends on the nape of your neck, your dress barely covers your lower back, with silver high heels.

You rarely get a chance to dress up because of your time consuming work that robbed all the fun out of your life, not long ago you started balancing work and having an actual life, you and Hoseok visited different clubs and went on so many hiking trip together through the past year which resulted in you making a new friend to add to your group, Hoseok is such a social butterfly and a comfortable person to be around.

Your lips curve in a soft smile, well he’s right, no matter how hard you try to manage your time, you’re always late, your fingers automatically hover over the screen to reply.

“yes sir.” With a salute emoji.

You get up and take off your pajama set and get into the small dress you chose, you loosen your big curls and make the final touches, you’re looking perfect and you knew it, tonight will be solely about having fun, Yoongi is actually getting married!

Your phone rings after a few minutes and you know it’s Hoseok, you answer and inform him that you’ll be down in seconds, you take your purse and put in your sample size perfume, phone and lipstick, before getting in your not comfortable very high heels, you turn off the lights and make your way out of the building.

You spot his fancy Porsche parked right in front of the entrance, you roll your eyes when you see him walk out the car and make his way towards you.

“Look at you.” He holds his hands out to hold yours. “You look like a disco ball.” He spins you and whistles, which makes click your tongue and look at him with your free hand on your hip.

“A beautiful disco ball.” He elaborates, he looks good too, wearing a gray suit with the first 4 buttons of his off-white shirt unbuttoned. You hug him and give him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Let’s get going we’re already late.”

Flaws and all, I love ‘em all, to me you’re perfect

The moment you walk into the club, Hoseok walking behind you with his hand on your back, slowly guiding you to the table you’re friends booked, place already packed with people. And once Taehyung spots you he gets up with his drink in his hand. “Finally.” He starts dancing, slowly making his way towards you, which makes you sway your shoulders, dancing with him and laugh at him, clearly he’s already drunk.

He hugs you in his big arms and kisses your temple softly. “There you are, I hope you enjoyed the hike you didn’t invite me to.” He says in a sarcastic note making you nudge him in the chest.

You, Hoseok, Yoongi and his fiancé Mia had went on a hike a couple weeks ago which Mia suggested and you couldn’t decline her offer, you could’ve told the boys but it all happened so quick, you didn’t get a chance to invite any of them.

“Come on, it wasn’t that fun any way.” You say subtly into his ear which he smirks and takes another sip of his drink, he hugs Hoseok before both of you approach your table, you hug Yoongi and he hugs you back. “It’s really happening huh?” You rub his back.

“I’m really putting my dick in jail.” He laughs, handing you his drink, which you don’t think twice before sipping it.

“Come on, we’re getting a round of shots!” Seokjin moves a seat away to give you space to sit, his hair grew longer than you could ever remember, he pushed it back but a few strands manage to slip on his forehead.

“You guys are already drunk?” You exclaim before taking a shot glass from him, you all stand up and clink your shots together.

“To putting Yoongi’s dick in jail!” Jungkook says loud which makes you all repeat after him. “To putting Yoongi’s dick in jail!” You swallow the shot and cringe immediately at the bitter taste, which makes you chase it with the nearest glass of juice you find on the table.

“Hey. Y/N, let’s dance.” Jimin puts his hand on your back, you shake your head immediately in refusal. “I need more alcohol.”

Jimin ends up pulling Taehyung to the dance floor, you take your seat between Yoongi and Seokjin, Hoseok already headed to the bar to grab you both drinks.

“They finally let you off work?” Seokjin asks out loud for you to hear him, you nod and straighten your back. “I didn’t take a weekend off since October.” You pout, he nods and take a sip of his drink. “You’ll figure it out soon, it’s always difficult in the beginning.”

You and Seokjin met at the bar near the hospital you work out, he’s a pediatrician resident in his 4th year, you never knew he worked at the same hospital until you met him at the bar, it was only Hi’s and Hello’s at the beginning of your friendship, but he made his way into the group when he actually showed up when you needed him, he’s a bully sometimes, which makes you laugh even when you force it out, but he’s the sweetest.

“And you?” You turn to Yoongi. “How are you not panicking?”

He rolls his eyes at you and puts his drink down, “Typical Y/N”

Studying abroad has definitely made you a bit more open minded than usual, it’s not that you refuse relationships, you’re totally not against them, but it’s just not your thing. You’ve never been through a full experience to love and be loved, but you never craved it. Back while you were studying, your week nights were devoted just for studying and focusing on your career, but on the weekends, you had to spend them out, partying, clubbing, having flings with a couple of people, you liked your lifestyle and you still enjoy it being like this.

You nudge Yoongi in his arm and add. “You’re so brave for doing this, I’m happy for you.”

“I would totally agree with Y/N, I would panic.” Jungkook shrugs, which makes you high five him.

“Come on.” Seokjin scoffs. “Jungkook wants to pound every pussy in Seoul before getting married.”

“Word.” Hoseok agrees without even getting the context while putting your drinks down, Jungkook’s mouth falls as if he was offended. “He’s not wrong.” Hoseok shrugged.

Not long after, you’re not completely drunk, but drunk enough to get on the dance floor with Taehyung and Yoongi, you’re sandwiched between them, the three of you dancing to the loud beat of music, the dance floor is crowded as hell, people making out and kissing in the corner of the club, some even grinding against each other, the place smells like a mix of perfume, cologne, and hormones.

Seokjin joins you eventually and starts dancing with you, you laugh at how stupidly drunk he is, his cheeks flushed red and his eyes barely kept open. You lean closer to his ear. “I’m gonna go grab a drink.”

You go over to the crowded bar, you hardly find a place to stand next to man waiting for his drink, you stumble on the small step you didn’t see, which you curse under your breath for not paying attention, you barely bump into the man’s elbow, you out of habit apologize while panicking. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He said, you could feel him looking down at you while you’re checking if your heels are okay, you shrug it off once it looks okay, you walk closer to the bar while leaning your elbows on it, waiting for the bartender to notice you.

“Are you okay?” The gentleman asks, right until now you realized you don’t know who this deep voice belongs to, you turn to look at him, sharp nose, a charming smile with a soft dimple on his cheek, small orbs that stare right into yours.

You visibly gulp and nod, studying his face and features more, he even dares to shoot a sweet smile at you. He knows he has a beautiful smile and he uses it as move to make.

And at this moment you realize you’ve been quite for an uncomfortable amount of time.

“Yeah. I’m alright.” You nod, you know it’s not that hot in June, but you’re sweating. He turned his face to the bartender and you notice his soft jaw and long neck, his long fingers wrap around the glass, you’re pretty sure he said something, but you were busy staring at his buff arms making their way to his back pocket to locate his wallet, your eyes chase every single movement he makes, and with his hands locating his wallet in his front pocket, your eyes fall on his thick thighs, where did this man come from?

“What can I get you?” The bartender asks, immediately making you snap out of your thoughts, you look up and clear your throat. “I’ll have a martini.”

An awkward silence and tension builds between you and the man right next to you, you want to say something but you don’t want to sound stupid, you choose to ignore your thoughts and just take your phone out of your purse and act occupied, you look very stupid when you’re deleting old pictures on your phone.

“Y/N?” He says, which makes your eyes widen and you almost choke in your own breath, you look at him again, Do you know him?

“I’m sorry?” You answer surprisingly fast, which makes him take a sip from his drink and laugh. “Your phone case is a pass card.”

You’re confused for a second, still trying to process what he’s saying, you’re drunk, but not drunk enough to be this stupid and slow and thick?

He can easily read your face and he shoots you another one of his smiles, he knows what he’s doing.

He gives you a look, which clearly means ‘Can I?’, And you shrug telling him to elaborate. He grabs your phone and flips it over still remaining in your hands, which reveals your see through phone case, that you have your hospital pass card inside it, showing your full name in a large font.

“Ah this.” You immediately turn your phone back, you hope he didn’t see too much, like where you work or what’s your job. You look back at him to see him staring right into your face, studying your features too.

“I’m Namjoon.” He reaches his hand out to shake yours, and you don’t hesitate at all to shake his hand back and feel his long fingers squeezing your hand ever so softly, both of you shaking hands and not letting go for a few seconds.

“I’m sorry for catching you off guard.” He grins, which makes you feel like something is pinching you in your stomach. “But you have your pass card on full display, which if it  makes you feel better, I just saw your first name, nothing else.”  He adds, like he knew what you were concerned about.

“Y/N!” Jungkook calls from behind, which makes you pull your hand away from Namjoon’s in the speed of light, your weird attitude doesn’t go unnoticed by him, he looks back at Jungkook and turns back to face the bar and take a sip of his drink.

“Come on, we’re popping the champagne.” Jungkook’s hand sits respectfully on your upper back, you nod and look back at him. “I’m waiting for my drink, I’ll follow you in a second.” although your drink has been sitting in front of you for the past few seconds, Jungkook is too drunk to notice and he heads back to your table, Namjoon turns to look at the sight of Jungkook joining the rest of the boys around the table.

“Your boyfriend?” He asks, which you think is a little bit over the line.

“Him?” You cringe. No offense to Jungkook, but you and him are just friends, you almost ended up sleeping with him long time ago and thankfully it didn’t happen, you’re just friends, and you’re smart enough to know it’s wrong if you did it. “Absolutely not.” You enunciate it.

Your fingers wrap around your drink and you know it’s your turn to make him look. “Nice to meet you Namjoon.” You clink your glass with his that’s resting on the table, and you turn and move your hair to the side to expose your tatted back to him, you walk towards the table and join the boys for the rest of the night.

Your night has come to an end, you’re leaning against the wall outside the club with Jimin waiting for Hoseok to bring his car, your heels in your hands and Jimin’s jacket  on your shoulders, muffled music from inside still in your ears, you’re done for the night, you’re not completely drunk, but you started having a strong headache minutes ago, you need to rest, shower and go to sleep.

You laugh at Taehyung teasing Jungkook and you join Taehyung, Jungkook ends up flipping Taehyung off and sending you a fly kiss which is way over you when you see behind him Namjoon, walking out of the club with what seems like his friends.

Ironically, you can hear the song ‘Satisfaction’ played from the inside.

Push me, and then just touch me.

Till I can get my satisfaction.

He had his suit jacket in his hands, he was rolling his shirt sleeves slowly up with his long fingers.

Are you drooling?

He sits on a near bench and just man spreads his legs, his hand taking out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket, he takes one out and puts it in between his plump lips, clicking the lighter a couple of times while shielding the flame with his other hand before it goes to his hair and runs his fingers through it, he looks around and notices you staring at him, you’re not even blinking. He hallows his cheeks while taking a drag and blows out a huge cloud of smoke.

This man walked out of a fucking book!

He doesn’t hesitate to show you his dimple one last time before winking at you, your breath hitches and your hand goes to your stomach, there’s a knot that you feel only he can make it feel better, you’re sweating more than usual, and you can feel the heat between your legs getting uncomfortable.

“Drive safe Hoseok.” Jin opens the passenger seat and looks at you, you snap out of your thoughts and turn towards the car, “Don’t forget our dinner tomorrow.” He adds.

You had already planned on a celebration dinner for Yoongi too, this time a little more formal considering some of the boys are bringing along their girlfriends. You nod and look one last time at Namjoon. You secretly wish you took his number or had a drink with him, but you’re not a girl who makes a first move, for your pride’s sake, it’s always guys making a move on you.

“Text me when you get there safe.” Yoongi leans his palms on the roof of the car, you get into the car and buckle your seat belts.

You and Yoongi didn’t meet long ago, about a year and a half ago, you were with Hoseok and Jungkook playing bowling, when Jungkook got a little too competitive and decided to challenge the table next to you, which had Yoongi, his girlfriend, now fiancé. And other friends. Yoongi won of course, which you and Hoseok admired that finally someone humbled this man, you met him again at the bowling place and you just clicked with him. He’s also offered his help since he works at a bank, he makes everything easier for you. He’s a true friend.

“Good night.” You smile at him. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” You wave to the rest of the boys and they wave back, you turn to look at that bench again, Namjoon must’ve left because you can’t locate him, you lean your head back into the car seat and your hands move to the air conditioning, you’re on fire!

Hoseok didn’t drink throughout the night since he’s driving, he did take a couple sips of whine, but he’s not drunk at all.

Doesn’t take that long to get back to your place, you undress and get into the shower and clean off your makeup, you take a bottle of water out from the fridge and sit in your living room.

The images of this man is haunting you, you only know his name and his face, you don’t know what he does, where he lives, how old is he?

You look at your phone and open up your social media, shuffling between the apps and searching ‘Namjoon’. You don’t even know his last name, he could use a picture that’s not his.

Your friends admired that you were talented in finding people’s accounts, especially when one of the men had a secret crush on a girl, you would help them find her social accounts by trying to search in different ways.

And you did manage to find an instagram account, the username matching his real name, the picture was taken on a beach, a figure of a tall man with his back turned to the camera, it could be him after all

You open the account but it’s clearly not active, following 120 accounts and followed by 70, and only 1 photo uploaded. But the account is private.

You put down your phone in frustration and sigh, you end up gulping your water and going to bed. It’s just a one time thing, you won’t see him again.

Or at least that’s what you think.

It’s the moment he walks back to his house when he feels the heavy weight of the world on his shoulders, he stands in front of his apartment door, debating whether he should go inside or just go crash at his parents.

No, no. They don’t have to know.

Kim Namjoon, the successful man who went out of the box and did the extraordinary, chose an out of the box job, with a high degree. Quickly managed to pull his life together and marry—well not the love of his life, it’s the woman he got used to being around.

Married for 3 years and not once did he feel that this marriage is about them, it was about her and only her.

First year was low key not that bad but not that good either, every married couple have fallouts, but he assumes that they both have to compromise, but only he had to compromise. She wants everything done her way, she wants him to eat what she eats, go where she goes, not out of love, but out of habit of controlling people around her.

Yet he was sweet and considerate, she travelled to a different province to live with him away from her parents, maybe that’s why she’s acting like this, she’s probably homesick, he did everything he could to make it up to her, he bathed her with love and gifts and money. He wanted to show her the world quite literally, but she just refuses every act of love, even denies his touch in front of their family, never did she ever like a photo he posted of both of them, she never left a comment which he really craves. He wants to show people he loves her.

Even when he once tried to surprise her on their one year anniversary, booked her first class seats to New York on new years eve, she completely rejected and never even said thank you. Goodness, she never even gifted him on his birthday.

Second year things went significantly downhill, when they found out she’s pregnant. Planning for kids was never on the table, not that they don’t want kids, but this kid is totally unplanned for. He so desperately wants to be a dad, but he’s not sure how she feels about him, or most importantly how he feels about her. They’re married just by name.

She made up an excuse for being a tough sleeper and she wanted her own bed, he gave up the master bedroom to give her her own space, and moved out to the couch at first when he thought it was temporarily or short termed.

3 Months, 4 months..

9 Months passed, she gave birth and came up with another excuse of the baby crying at night, he had flights to catch in the morning, she doesn’t want to mess up his sleep. As if she cares.

A man has his own desires, he tried different ways, kissing her, touching, even suggesting movie nights to show her something that might make her aroused, none.

He adores his son, that’s what’s keeping him sane at the moment, although when he comes back late from work, baby Jay mostly gets ready for bed by that time. Play time with daddy is not allowed, he can’t even love his son the way he should.

His son turned 2 in their third year of marriage, he can now talk , walk, even run. And baby Jay doesn’t seem to like mommy as much as he likes daddy, although he spends most of the weekends in Ilsan with her parents, but he’s still attached to his daddy.

It was 2 in the morning, standing in front of his apartment door, the debate tonight is taking longer than usual, especially when he saw you, the astonishing lady who fucking screams his type, outgoing, gorgeous, attractive, social hence your large group of friends.

He searches his pockets before fishing out his ring, puts it back on his left ring finger, before pressing the pass code on the door, the lights are.. On?

He makes his way inside his flat and locks the door behind him, “Where have you been?” She storms out from the guests room, a huge ugly frown on her once he thought was a pretty face.

“I’m sorry, I went out with guys from work.” Namjoon’s job kind of restrained him when it came to having friends, he did have some, but they ended up getting busy with their regular jobs and life, it became easier to hang out with his co workers because they got off work together, plus they click and get along really well.

“Do you know what time it is?”

When he looks at her, he swims in a deep pond of thoughts in his head, he can’t even remember the last time she showed him skin, he did excuse her when she gave birth when she wanted to be in comforting clothes, but their soon is at her parents house, she could at least try and show some skin.

In a pair of sweat pants and an oversized stained shirt, who is he to judge, at least she’s comfortable, and those stains show her effort of being a lousy housewife.

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes for the second time in a span of 4 minutes, walks closer to her, a few inches away from grabbing her hips, she immediately hovers her hand on his chest, not even touching him, signaling him to get away.  “Ew, did you smoke?” She covers her nose with the back of her hand, before turning and walking towards the bedroom while shutting off the living room lights. “Clean yourself up and go to bed, and turn of the rest of the lights, we’re paying too much for the bills.”

A small breath of frustration leaves his nose, she slams the door shut which he doesn’t even flinch, he’s so used to her being the worst human being he’s ever met.

He puts his jacket down on the couch and throws himself down on it, his head falls back and his eyes just close for a split second.

Music from the club still playing in his head when he remembers your breath taking figure walking away from him, your back explicitly making a show for him, he wished he could touch your tattoo with his fingertips at least. And what you didn’t see was his eyes roaming around your body, as if he’s not believing his eyes actually seeing someone that looks exactly like the woman he imagined having in his teenage years.

His eyes so passionately with high concentration focus on your calves and thighs, up to your ass that he wants to dive in so desperately, he admires your skin color, the small birthmark on the back of your thigh, your chest rising when your breathing quickens, up to your long neck begging for his fingers to just wrap around and for his lips to suck on, up to your lips pursing with each word and your tongue moving to your lower lip when you look at him, then finally his eyes met yours, and he finds the way you look at him insanely hot, he was never looked at like this, and he’s so positive that you both are on the same page.

His eyebrows scrunch in a frown when he rewinds the night.

Did you just flirt with someone when you’re married?  He thinks before scoffing, totally forgetting the tought that he started filing for divorce a couple weeks ago, without even letting his wife know, it’s the last thing he wanted for his son to experience his parents getting a divorce, but his marriage went down the pooper and it’s just a lost cause.

The lawyer said it’s going to take some time, especially when there’s a baby between them, but still, is he allowed to flirt with someone while still being involved in a marriage?

But fuck, what you actually do to him? He finds himself palming his jeans, slowly but surely unzipping it to make himself more comfortable, the bulge in his pants is way too tight for his liking.

He gets up and makes his way to the bathroom, undressing in seconds and getting under the running warm water, his hands move to his body lotion before he puts some into his palm and rubs it all over his sculpted big body, his hands going slowly to his already erect cock, he grabs the head tightly in between his thumb and index finger, stroking it slowly, making sure to take his time to feel the pleasure, his eyes even close and all he can see is you

Namjoon was a man with a fucking wild brain and an even wilder imagination, sudden scenarios go through his brain, you dancing, even him touching you, his eyes close tighter, not totally satisfied with his vanilla imagination, it needs to be harder.

And in a snap of a finger he can see himself fucking your tight pussy from behind, ruining you and using you to release all his frustration, he imagines kissing your spine and running his tongue on it. His messed up thoughts show him your mouth around his monstrously large dick, choking on it, and that’s when he totally gives in and grows weaker, his muscles relaxing when he shoots continuous white ribbons of cum on the shower floor, his breath going quicker when he releases, he tenses again and a small groan escapes his plump lips when he looks down at his cock still shooting cum, this has never happened with him before and it makes him wonder on the spot, fuck what are you doing to him.

His palm automatically leans on the wall for support, he starts breathing slowly to control his breath. He came hard imagining you in his hands, which if you knew you would be flattered.

He cleans himself up and gets out of the shower, gets dressed and rushes to bed, he has to pick up Jay from Ilsan tomorrow.

[firemenenthusiast]

—“reminisce”

jann mardenborough x reader

summary: what if the crash had an alternate ending ?

warnings: angst

a/n: i know i said i needed to study but i wrote this instead *sigh*

“And I'll be in denial for at least a little while, What about the plans we made?”

ringing. all you can register in your head is the ringing, stabbing away violently against your eardrums. small dots of black creep onto your vision as fast as the beads of cold sweat start forming all over your face-

the piercing, awfully high pitched ringing in your ears seem to begin getting louder and louder, as bodies after bodies clash past you in a frantic manner. your once steady breathing suddenly rip itself out of your chest, leaving you silently gasping for air. 

watching him pace around the parking lot was starting to leave you restless. though this is nothing new to him, he still gets nervous when arriving at the track for the race and somehow, he looked more nervous today, swinging his arms through the air in an attempt to shake the feeling away. leaning against the door of his Porsche, his actions tickled your insides as you let out a small giggle. “do you really still get nervous ?” you asked, putting the side of your hand on your forehead to form a makeshift shade for the blinding sun. “um of course ? especially when you’re here to watch” he answered, arms still swinging and this time he’s pairing it with little jumps. “sure, okay” nodding, you purse your lips at his answer before letting out a small laugh. it’s become a routine for him to shake off his nervousness first before entering his paddock, not wanting jack and the crew to even smell the scent off him. and whenever he arrives with you, you do your best to try to calm him down and be a good support system. you and jann has this tradition of chasing the tension of racing day by thinking of what to get after the race, you think of it as a way to celebrate. “what about sushi ?” you suggested, after a few other suggestions he’d rejected. “sushi ?” he cocked his head at the thought, “ooh that sounds good actually”. “i know” a proud smile displayed itself on your face at your brilliant suggestion. you knew he wouldn’t say no to some good sushi at his favourite spot. leaning off the car, you reached out your hand to rest them on his chest, radiating your warmth across his skin. “don’t ditch me this time” you joked to him, referring to that one time when he went out with the team instead of celebrating with you. you didn’t mind, but you enjoy watching him writhe under the guilt. the familiar warm chuckle that you love escaped his lips as he shook his head and snaked his fingers around your waist. he leaned down to catch your lips between his, mumbling a quiet “i won’t”, making your lips curl into a smile.

“you promise ?”

“promise.”

something about the jeep carrying you towards him makes your skin crawl, as flashbacks after flashbacks mixing with scenes from reality flash before your eyes. you struggle to pick apart what’s real and what’s not, your brain working especially hard to differentiate between reality and fragments of your imagination. the speed of the vehicle is making you lightheaded, even more so than you already was. you feel like screaming, absolutely tearing your vocal chords, yelling to the person behind the wheels to hurry up, but you know anything faster than this is the speed of light. turning your head towards jack, his head was trailing off, scattering somewhere along the gnarly marbles on the track before he turns to meet your eyes. his eyebrows are slightly curved as he offers you a knowing look. nothing could describe the expression behind your eyes at the moment, but they look nothing short of pure terror, masked by a fragile layer of sheer panic.

“and what did you tell him ?” his head jerked towards you at the question, pausing the wiping he’s doing on the kitchen counter. you’ve just finished washing the dishes used for dinner just now, a daily routine since you’ve moved in together a while ago. “i said, i want to do this. i’ve wanted to my whole life, you know ?” you nod at him to accompany your listening on his story about how he convinced his dad to let him race. “everyone freaked about how dangerous the sport is and how im just simply not built for that. but i guess people go crazy about their dreams. right ?” he uttered calmly, having settled the tension between him and his family. he no longer carry around that heavy feeling of guilt when his dad was disapproving of what he was doing before nissan, which was spending hours sitting in his room, turning the wheels on gran turismo. “mm-mhm” you let out, the last bit of his sentence makes you think for yourself, pondering on the truth about dreams. have you gone crazy for your dreams ?. you’re still searching for the answer till this day. the silence after that is comforting, just the two of you basking in each others presence, just as he finished cleaning the counter.

“im proud of you jann”

the string of words coming out of you slithers around him like a warm blanket, offering him some sort of reassurance. “yeah?” you him chuckle from the sink, shaking the water droplets off his hand before turning the tap off. nodding, you look up at him, your heels digging backwards as he’s reaching his hand out for yours. intertwining his fingers around yours, “knowing that alone is enough for me” he said. beaming up at him, the soft light from the kitchen reflecting a gleaming twinkle on your orbs, before you fall backwards against the fluffy cushion of the sofa, pulling him with you.

standing there, it’s like the scene in front of your eyes has dropped a crushing weight of a boulder against your weak body, halting all the racing thoughts in your head. onlookers are starting to crowd outside the grill, eager to see how much damage the crash has caused. everything is moving so fast, as you’re trying to keep up with the pace of your surroundings though it feels as if your body has given up on you. your feet are planted to the ground, but you dont feel like you can rely on your knees on keeping your body from collapsing. your hands are clammy, sweaty, but somehow they feel like falling off from frostbite. the fingertips are cold, you’re not sure if blood is even being flowed there or they’ve stopped the second your eyes tracked him down, his body limp on the stretcher, after being pulled out from the crushed carcass of metal. you try to search for any sort of movements from him, squinting your eyes for an indicator that he’s fine, that your jann is fine, but to no avail. amidst all the chaos, the deafening sound and voices booming away in your ears, you force your legs to carry you towards where he is, clawing at the uniformed man with tears streaming down your face, begging them to tell you that he’s gonna be fine. “please step aside miss” he urgently ordered, pushing you away from their path.

“hey– hey go find danny. we’ll meet you there okay ?” you hear jack’s voice, his hand grabbing at your shoulder firmly before saying something to the first responder. you try to say something but the dryness of your throat is keeping you from doing so. your eyes roam everywhere, having failed to focus on one thing at a time, with how fucked up your mind is, trying to process everything all at once. nodding your head subconsciously, your flailing steps start carrying you away from the chaos, the sound of the ambulance’s door shutting slapping you across the face. suddenly all the invasive sounds and voices screeching into your head start to distort, before that familiar ringing comes again, accompanying the numbness in all your limbs.

12 days. almost 2 weeks.

it’s been almost 2 weeks since the harrowing incident, the horrifying crash that brings us all here. some say that it was probably the worst racing accident they’ve ever seen, some say that it wasn’t nearly as deadly as one would think. some say that no one would be able to survive a crash like that, having trapped in a 1000kg solid metal, losing control over the steer resulting in a 500 meters throw over before crushing head down against the track wall. the accident was all over the news, being talked about all around the globe. it still is, but people are starting to let it go.

not you though, how could you ? it happened right infront of you. it happened when you were jumping around, cheering for him, a wide smile plastered across your face without a single clue on what’s about to happen. it could’ve happened to literally anyone else, but it happened to him. everyone has said the same thing over and over again, it’s like they’ve been programmed to. watching everyone come in, offering you hugs and rubs across your back, telling you that everything will be fine. is it though ? is everything really going to be fine ? if everything is really going to be fine then why is he still lying on the bed, neatly tucked under the covers, tubes decorating his face and every space around him ? if everything’s fine then why is he lying there, silent, instead of babbling about how smooth of an overturn that he did in the race ?

you offer a small smile at jack who is leaving. after jann’s family and you, he spends the most time in this room, chatting with jann about his day at work, how the nissan crew were talking about him and how the car is unsalvageable. he joked about how jann’s getting more famous now, with everyone talking about him though he hasn’t received any response in return. only the sound of the ekg machine beeping could be heard, drowning his obvious attempt at hiding the sorrow. his family spends a lot of time in this room too, they’re mostly silent but at times you can hear the soft sounds of his mum sobbing at the view of her unconscious son. you’d offer her comfort, swiping your thumb across her trembling hand, acting tough as if you’re not utterly convinced that you’re gonna die with how violent are the clawings inside the walls of your heart, ripping down the muscle completely. you’d cry too, hell you’d cry with her if only your tear sack hasn’t dried down from how much you’ve wailed on the first 10 days. especially after they rolled him out of the OT, informing his family and you on the side that they’ve put him in a state of comatose, so he could recover better from the trauma the wreck has caused to his brain. you’d cry again when you went home, carrying all the stuff he left behind before the race, storing them away one by one, hoping that you’ll get to see him use them once again.

“okay so if that’s an Audi r8, what’s that one ?” pointing at the car parked parallel to the previous one you pointed at, he squinted his eyes to try and track down the said car. as he noticed it, a small scoff left his lips, before beaming at you. “you don’t know that one ?” you shook your head cluelessly while looking up at him. a smile forced itself onto your face as he looked at you in disbelief. turning your head again, you’re pretending to take a closer look at the vehicle. a Porsche 911 GT3R. you’re lying if you don’t recognise that car. it’s the same one as the one you rode in to come to the tracks, and it’s the same one you’ve been riding in for late night drives with him. seeing as you’re struggling to fight the knowing smile from growing on your face, he figured that you’re just playing with him. “i swear if you really didn’t know what car that is im gonna make you walk home” he said in all seriousness, leaning back to take your face all in. you shrug at his threat, “no you’re not” hearing your answer, he pulls you into his embrace, your back pressed against his chest. you look outside, watching as the cars were starting to drive away, his chin resting on your shoulder. “you’re right” he responded, before turning his head to kiss you.

the weary beeping sound of the machine and the smell of antiseptic are starting to mix into your system as your eyes roam across every inch and corner of the room, the same action you’ve repeated maybe a thousand times. 2.56 am. you couldn’t sleep, so you decided to drive from the comfort of your home to come see him. your ‘home’ has been moved to this place, it’s been placed on the bed infront of you, being inserted with various tubes, in different sizes, that are supposedly to support him. he looks peaceful, he always does when he’s asleep. jann’s a light sleeper, being able to be woken up by only the faint sound of doorknob softly turning at times. this time around somehow, he doesn’t seem to be able to be woken up easily, even with the sound of glass shattering right beside him. you look at his face, your eyes trail along the cuts from the glass piercing through his skin after the windshield shattered into a million pieces in his face. a heavy lump in your throat starts to form as you feel your heart being tugged from beneath repeatedly. you could only imagine the fear that he must’ve felt in the car, hands desperately trying to gain back the control as it flips through the air. shutting your eyes, your breath staggering as a single drop of tear trickled down your left cheek.

“hey honey, im here” you begin, resuming your effort in chatting him out of coma. you reach out your hand to smooth over his forehead, his hair being pushed back slightly.

“couldn’t sleep, i was thinking of you” you force a pursed smile onto your face, trying your hardest to fight the frown 

“this is the longest silent treatment you’ve given me, jann. seriously” shaking your head, you let out a sob at your pathetic joke. letting the room falls back into the silence, you try to listen to the faint sound of him breathing

“i thought we were gonna get sushi ?” you continue,

“the restaurant has been opening and closing 13 times since we wanted to go”

“you promised not to ditch me, jann” the single tear that you’d told yourself to be the only tear you’re gonna let out tonight turned into streams down your face. you’re now sobbing, your face red as you gasp for air helplessly

he could listen to your voice, as he pushes himself to get up, and open his eyes. you notice a movement from the connecting tubes, that lead you towards his fingers, which are slightly moving. your body went static, not having the slightest idea on how to react as the movements start to become more significant. taking your attention off his fingers, you turn your head towards the headboard, to notice the movements on his eyelids. cupping your palm over your mouth, you try not to get your hopes up as it might just be spasms. as you tried to contain your anticipation, a pair of brown eyes stare down at you as they try to blink away the blurriness. his head that was awfully quiet suddenly being broken into by the beeping sound, which has become slightly elevated. roaming his eyes around the room, his eyebrows knitted as the pain from throughout his body starts to register into his brain. he’d realised that he was too weak to even sit up when his arm felt like it weighted a ton. you wished his family was here to witness him gaining consciousness, getting pulled back into reality as you offer your prettiest smile at him. he returns a quick small confused smile before his eyes dart anxiously behind you, like he’s searching for someone. as you try to spread your fingers into his palm you’re startled by his sudden flinch, retracting his hand away before be continues to look around in confusion.

“hi” you greet him softly, mentally face palming yourself because that can’t be the best you could do as your first word after he woke up. his head jerks towards you, scanning you across your face, his eyebrows still knitted in a frown

his silence is formidable, being in contrast to his usual chirpy self. you’d managed to grab a nearby nurse to inform that jann has woke up, and now she’s checking on him to make sure of his condition with a clipboard in her hand. he stays silent throughout the tests she performs,

before she asks “can you tell me your name ?”

“jann– jann mardenborough”

“do you recall why you’re here ?”

he paused for a moment, forcing his brain to give her the answer that he feels being stored so far at the back of his head. “a crash, i- i think” she nods at his answer, scribbling something down on the clipboard. “i’ll be back with a doctor” she informs, as she starts to walk towards the door.

“im sorry-” he calls out, halting the steps of the nurse before she perks up and turn to face him

“who um–” shaking his head, he tries to swallow his saliva

“who’s this ?” he blurts out, before gesturing towards you. you immediately frown at his question, taken aback as your vision’s starting to cloud

“jann,, it’s me” your shoulders are tense, stopping yourself from moving as you feel like one wrong move could send you down the pits of hell. you look at him with glossy eyes, hoping that he’s just messing with you.

“are you the rep ?” your face flashes pure panic at his follow up question, you quickly reach out for his hand, grabbing at it, thinking that maybe it’ll help him remember. “you don’t remember sir ?” the nurse chimes in, to which he shakes his head reluctantly, before slowly pulling his hand away from yours. you feel that familiar heat creeping onto your face once again as tears start brimming at your waterline, accompanying the growing panic you’re feeling. as you feel yourself tremble and what feels like your head being slammed down on concrete again and again, you scramble to find something to tell him about who you are

“jann,, im– im your girlfriend remember-? ”

“i don’t think i know you” his quick response makes you sob harder as you feel like you’re being punched in the throat

“wh- what about sushi ? you remember that right ? you promised–” as he struggles to retain the information, he feels like his brain is being mushed together to juice out the details you’d mentioned, before the beeping sound of the machine starts to become faster by the second. the nurse grabs you by your arm to stop you from saying anything anymore as she calls out for other attendants outside. as you stood there, eyes locked with his, you feel your body being pushed to the side by other people coming into the room. once again, you feel everything slow down around you, feeling the familiar ringing in your ears.

the sight of jann starts to disappear as he’s being drowned away by the nurses and physicians checking up on him. suddenly you feel like the corner you’re standing on expanding rapidly, carrying you away as you hear the voices in your head telling you repeatedly;

“nobody said racing was easy, nor it is safe”

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would simply expire to read your take on mechanophilia, free choice pairing but i feel like it fits mark?? <3

🙏 thank you r one thing about me is that if i am prompted to write carfucking i will. really run with it.

mark webber/his porsche 918 spyder. one interesting thing about these cars is they have a top pipe exhaust design, where the exhaust pipes are either side of the rear window instead of at the floor.

Maybe he’s a silly, sentimental old fool, but Mark loves his cars. More than some people, if he’s honest with himself, although he’s sensible enough not to admit that in public. It’s not that unusual, in his line of work. They’re all obsessives, to some extent. They all love their cars.

It’s just that for Mark, it’s physical.

He spends time with them all. Runs his hands over the sensual curve of a headlamp, down the arc of a door panel. Presses his stomach against the 997 Turbo S, smoothing his cheek against the spotless cool of the window architecture. He’s half-hard already, nudged up against the seam of his jeans. He breathes a cloud of mist across the pristine enamelled surface, wipes it with the cuff of his fleece.

The Spyder waits for him, resplendent in red with her Salzburg livery glowing faintly in the dim light. Mark’s cock twitches as eagerly as it had for any woman he’s ever bedded.

“Hello, beauty,” he murmurs, reaching out to touch her bonnet.

He’s doing the thing properly today. The weather’s been fine and dry, no rain or muddy splashes to mar her paintwork or dirty the windscreen. Took her out for a spin after lunch. She’s warm, still.

Mark groans, lets his hips roll forward. His jeans are digging in now. He burrows his hand beneath the hem of his fleece, pops the first button on his jeans, then the second. His cock flexes as the cool air hits him through his boxers.

This is almost the best bit. The thrill as he glances back to check the garage door is locked, cups himself through his boxers, showing the heft of his cock to his waiting car. It makes him feel like a dirty flasher, somehow, showing himself off like this as the Spyder waits to take whatever he gives her.

There’s a sticky wet patch over his cockhead already. He’d been horny just driving her, letting the rumble of the engine soak through his tensed thighs and tickle the soft skin behind his balls. Foreplay, his hand curved around the gearstick, rubbing the smooth shaft while he idled at a traffic light.

He tucks a thumb beneath the waistband of his boxers, tugging them over his cock. It bounces jauntily once it’s freed, sticking right out from his opened jeans.

“There you go, girl,” Mark says, soft. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Mortifying, really, but Mark’s always talked to his cars. Why should it be any different now?

He cups himself in one hand, steps in close. Presses the spongy head against the unforgiving edge of the door trim, tracing the aerodynamic curves and undulations. There’s a chamois in his back pocket to clean things up after. He’s prepared.

His cock fits perfectly into the depression meant for his fingers to unlatch the door. He rubs himself against the smooth dip, jacking himself until a few droplets smear across the pristine surface. Anointment complete, he moves on to the air inlet notched above the wheel trim, pushing his cock into the small gap so hard it hurts, faintly. He’s never been afraid of the pain his cars can cause.

He’s breathing fast already, thighs shaking and hands fumbling. The perils of middle age. He’s not got quite the endurance he might once have enjoyed; less still when he’s with his favourites. He needs to be canny about it now, spend his limited pleasure only on the parts of his girl most worthy of worship.

He gets to his knees. His jeans are a bit tight for this, really, but he likes to stay fully dressed for this.

It’s a terrible angle, but if he shuffles sideways, he can rub the length of his cock, more or less, against the channel that runs along the bottom of the door. He’s come into this channel more times than he can count, watching his semen paint the deep red white.

But that’s not what he wants today.

He fumbles the condom out of his back pocket with uncooperative fingers. It’s heartbreaking, really, that he has to suit up for this bit. He’s wanked about it endlessly, imagining his seed working its way inside her, mingling with petrol and engine coolant. But he can’t risk messing up her insides, never mind the health of his own manhood.

He stands on wobbly legs, walks his way around to the back of her. She’s resplendent, open and waiting for him as he toes off his shoes.

The biggest act of sacrilege is when he climbs on top of her. Every time, he’s terrified he’s going to leave scratches, or worse. But she’s tough. She can take it. That’s why he loves her.

He’d wanted to fuck her from the minute he saw her. The twin exhaust pipes mounted on the rear assembly, three or four feet off the ground, stirred him the same way a dirty magazine would. There’s something obscene about her, holes open to the world. She wants it.

It takes a bit of awkward manoeuvring until he’s in position, but once he’s settled into place, it’s like he’s made to be on top of her. Knees nestled into her dips and curves, socked feet braced against the rear spoiler.

She’s hot inside when he slides into the waiting exhaust pipe. He breathes out, shuddery and grateful, resting his forehead against the curve of her roof. The condom is lubed, and he slips in right to the hilt without resistance, the machined edge pressing into his swollen balls.

“Oh, girl,” Mark breathes, and presses his mouth to cool metal. She tastes of wax and metal.

He moves his hips, careful, and she groans beneath him. Her suspension bounces as he fucks her.

He presses his cheek to the wet patch his mouth had left, traces her body with his hands. He fits perfectly inside her, like she was built to take him. Cold exterior, hot as any wet cunt inside, a secret space meant for him to worship.

It doesn’t last long, but she doesn’t mock him for it, doesn’t sigh and make a barbed remark. He gasps sweet nothings into her grilles, drives his hips into her as it builds and builds until he’s cresting, emptying himself inside her.

As he comes, he prays the condom snags on some poorly machined burr of steel and splits, spilling his tribute into her, but of course there isn’t, and it doesn’t. She’s too well-made for that.

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Racing Partner

(Mirage x Reader)

Synopsis: You're a racer and every time you race there is one opponent in particular that never fails to capture your attention- and whoop your ass at the same time. Although nobody knows who the racer is.

Warnings: None, bad writing perhaps

It was here once again, the only one other person who could give you a run for your money. That same silver-coloured vehicle you’d seen countless times before gradually pulling up to the raceway, dim streetlights barely illuminated the blue stripe down the center of it, window tint a little too dark to view the racer within.

Having rolled the windows of your own vehicle down you gave your opponent a loud whistle, lips curling into an excited smile.

Whoever drove the Porsche Carrera easily reflected your excitement with a loud rev, the darkened windows rolling down only an inch as music loudly blared out from within the vehicle. Year-old American hip-hop tricked out the window as an all too familiar tune from Salt’n Pepa’s shoop played, the song itself having you bobbing your head along to the song for a second.

“Oh, I’m going to wipe the pavement with you this time.” Your smile shifted into a grin upon stating that, the engine of your own vehicle revving in tandem with your opponent.

Returning your attention to the road ahead your fingers curled around the plush-covered steering wheel tightly, eyes watching as a flag was raised- then dropped in the same instance. Your foot slamming down onto the gas sending the car rocketing forward, your opponent doing to same.

So say your heart was hammering against your chest would be an understatement, the thrill of a race was always something that got the adrenaline pumping- that and the addition of your favorite competitor? Even better.

No matter how many times you’d raced the silver Porsche, you’d never met the driver- although that didn’t stop you both from having your fun. The mystery behind the driver seemed like something that kept you entertained, excitement rising quickly each time it showed up despite knowing your chances of talking to them were slim to none.

The mystery is what kept things fun, but you’d be lying if you weren’t desperate to meet the crazy driver.

Glancing towards your side mirror your lips twitched up a bit upon seeing the Porsche’s nose falling back, the headlights nearly coming into view before it’d taken a sharp right. Your eyes couldn’t help but follow as it seemingly took a different route than the designated track.

Returning your attention to the road ahead your foot pressed harder onto the gas, hand pushing and pulling the gear stick in tune with pushing and releasing the clutch.

Continuing on your own route your eyes took in the finish line, the ending of the track having been made in a drained water reserve, curved walls lined the entire perimeter and you never gave it a second thought had a set of headlights not shot out from the top of the reserve.

Unable to hold back the laugh in disbelief you watched your opponent speedily race down the side wall, its tires coming to a screeching halt as it’d passed the finish line before you had.

Stepping on your own breaks once the race was open you’d popped out of your car trailing over towards the Porsche, hands raising to give the driver around of applause. “Damn, that was- fucking sick.”

At your words, the vehicle revved once more.

“Same time next week?” Despite knowing you wouldn’t get a verbal response yet another rev met your ears; a smile quickly making its way onto your lips as you watched it begin pulling out of the crowded area.

A few days after your race, you found yourself pulling into a local grocery store; eyes lighting up at the sight of a familiar blue-striped vehicle parked off to the side. Creeping up your own vehicle to park beside it you popped out of the driver, eyes trailing across the glossy surface confirming with yourself that it was the same car.

“Damn.” Leaning against the side of your own car while still taking in the other your eyes drifted up at the sound of someone approaching, the sight of a man carrying a few bags drew closer till eventually, you realized he’d stopped by the driver's side. “Excuse me?”

Noting that you’d caught his attention you spoke once more, “This your car?”

“Oh uh yeah it is.”

“You go to Rally Point?”

Hearing you ask that he couldn’t help but look confused for a second, a ‘no’ initially wanted to leave his lips before the driverside door opened smacking into him. “Yeah uh that’s where I go,” Holding back a groan at the impact of the metal door he nodded his head trying to play it off. “You go there too- right?”

There was some suspicion you had about the guy, however, some excitement overshadowed that suspicion. “I do, actually- damn it’s good to finally meet the guy who kicks my ass each time.”

Glancing towards the vehicle separating the both of you, he sucked in a breath. “Aha yeah,” Leaning over the hood a bit he held out a hand. “Noah.”

Taking his hand in your own you leaned over the hood as well, the edges of your lips quirking up. “(Y/N).” Giving your own name your hand fell from his, palm pressing against the hood of his car. “Some car you’ve got, what is the horsepower like? 3.8 or 3.9 litre? This is a Porsche, right? I’ve never seen that kind of logo before.” Unable to help yourself from spitting out questions you found yourself rounding the car a bit, fingers still trailing across the hood coming to rest on the crest upfront.

Waiting for an answer you seemed to snap out of whatever strange mood you were in, realizing how rude everything must’ve come across considering he had some groceries sitting at his feet.

“Shit, I’m sorry that’s a little rude of me- I’ll let you be on your way.” Pulling your hand away from the warm hood you spared Noah an apologetic smile.

“Oh no worries, I mean I guess uh I’ll see you next time.”

“Yeah for sure!” Excitedly hopping back into your own vehicle you’d spared him a quick wave, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the main stretch.

Waiting for you to fully leave Noah nearly threw his groceries into the backseat, practically slamming the door closed behind him. “The hell was that? Are you street racing now? I thought you were supposed to lay low?”

Without twisting the key, the car rumbled to life, the engine purring loudly as the needle of the radio began moving, another voice filling the interior. “What? I can’t help it- you’re so boring sometimes I gotta find myself some entertainment.”

“And that?” Noah raised a hand motioning towards where the now empty parking spot was. “What was that?”

“She was kinda hot, right?” Upon hearing no response the radio spoke once more. “Aw come on, gotta get the Energon pumping.”

“Mirage-” “Am I not allowed to have a life of my own? I thought you were my man- my compadre, my wingman- come on Noah.”

With a loud groan Noah shook his head, a mixture between a scoff and laugh left him in response.

“Fine. But if we- you get caught, you’re on your own.”

Once again, the crowds of the starting line welcomed you. Today you were merely there as a watcher instead of racer, however, when you’re eyes found the headlights of a familiar silver Porsche. This time around it parked farther away from the finish line and the driverside side door popped open, the man you’d met a day or so ago sparing you a wave.

Giving him a wave back you figured that’d be it for the interaction, but when he’d started approaching your interest grew a little.

“Hey so, I was thinking-” Trying to figure out how to say what he was thinking Noah mentally cussed out his vehicle for a second. “What if you took him for a spin.”

“You’re joking.”

The deadpanned look you gave his suggestion had him stumbling over his words for a minute, quickly trying to recollect himself. “Well we’ve been racing each other for a while, so I thought you’d maybe wanna take it for a spin?”

“And you’re serious?”

“Yeah yeah go and uh do what you’d usually do.”

It was strange for someone you’d just met to insist on you taking their car out for a spin- especially considering you were sure he paid an arm and a leg for it- however from the number of times you’d lost to the pair, you’d be stupid to not take up the offer.

Accepting the keys and trading your own to him you found yourself nestled within the plush leather driver's seat, a part of you feeling nervous about sitting in the vehicle while another part felt giddy- like a little girl getting her first Barbie.

Sucking in a breath you gave the ignition key a twist, the sound of the engine roaring to life right away had you grinning in excitement. The beginning notes of Nirvana’s smells like teen spirit quietly thrummed from the speakers, your hands coming to trace themselves across the leather wrapped tightly around the steering wheel.

“Damn, you’re something.”

The engine practically revved in response.

Putting the car into gear your foot tapped against the gas gradually bringing it towards the starting line. From the way Noah spoke, you assumed he was letting you take his spot in the race for today- which you had absolutely no problem doing.

With the drop of the flag, it had felt like the car started before you’d even pressed down on the gas.

Actually, scratch that- the car was moving, even without you pressing on the gas.

Despite your hands being firmly wrapped around the wheel it seemingly turned on it’s own, the vehicle veering off the main track speedily- however despite the strange circumstances you could only grow a smile in excitement.

The radio belted out K7’s most recent song ‘Come Baby Come’, all the while the windows gingerly rolled down.

Shifting against the seat you could feel the seatbelt tighten a little as the vehicle took a sharp left, the lights of the raceway coming back into view as a familiar slanted wall greeted your gaze. Nearly flying over the edge of it the car's tires screeched against the pavement, windows rolling back up as it came to a full stop.

Taking a moment to let your excitement wear off you unbuckled, fingers lingering across the steering wheel before coming to rest on the open door once you’d stepped out.

Scanning the crowd your eyes right away found Noah, the brunette having been leaning against your own vehicle awaiting your arrival. “Noah,” Calling out you jogged over motioning towards the Porsche. “That was sick- how were you driving that?”

At the mention of that Noah cursed internally, a hand was raised to rub the back of his neck while the other took back his keys. “Oh that, well it can be operated remotely- like an RC car, you know.” He let out a forced laugh adding on once again. “Put it together myself, I am a bit of a mechanic- sort of.”

“Honestly that's impressive.” Taking back your own vehicles keys as they were handed back you flashed him a smile, “Wanna trade cars again sometime?”

He gave an airy laugh at this, sweat trickling down the side of his face. “Maybe.”

Chatting a bit more the two of you inevitably swapped numbers before parting ways, it was exciting on your end not only to meet the driver of the Porsche but be able to ride in it yourself. The experience quite unique in itself and something you’d brought up the next few occasions that you’d decided to invite Noah out.

You thought he was a chill guy, a bit tense here and there but overall it seemed like there was a steady friendship beginning to form.

Inevitably he’d warmed up a bit and you’d taken a few drives together- however, during those drives, you couldn’t help but notice the difference in handling. A part of you began to doubt whether or not Noah was actually the person you raced frequently considering his overly courteous and jerky way of driving, a stark comparison to the smooth and speedy way your opponent drove.

Although maybe you were just overthinking it, it could’ve just been a different mindset on the track is all.

Having been in the garage working on some other projects Noah’s phone rang loudly, the noise halting the conversation he was having with his companion- who in turn questioned who it was nosily. “It’s (Y/N)- just, be quiet.” Holding a hand up to make sure nothing would be said in the background he pressed ‘answer’.

“Hey.”

“Hey Noah you at the garage right now?” With a quick confirmation, you continued. “My car has been acting up a bit lately and I need to get it checked- these other mechanics are trying to charge me an arm and a leg for it so I thought I’d just ask you.”

Behind the phone, Noah shook his head towards the nods and waves of his metallic companion, the guy mouthing a few words before answering you. “Yeah sure, I don’t mind taking a look.”

“Really? Ah thanks man, you’re the best- I’ll be there in ten.”

The phone connection cut out after that, Noah let out a loud sigh.

“This- this is my chance!”

Snapping up at the bots chipper voice he gave him a look, “Chance? No no no what do you mean chance?” Asking that loudly as to try and bring the bot back down to earth, blue optics stared down at him.

“Well her cars obviously busted- so,” With metallic digits, the bot motioned towards himself. “Who here is a car? Yours truly, and what other car is there to use while hers is being fixed?” Sensing that Noah would right away object to the idea he pressed his metal palms together in a sort of prayer. “Come on-”

“No, no way.”

“Noah, buddy, come on- I’ve helped you pick up girls? Just help a bot out here.”

Realizing that he was stuck there Noah let out a grumble, hands coming to run down the front of his face before pointing an accusing finger towards the bot. “Fine, but if anything goes wrong it’s on you- not me.”

“Roger that!”

A few minutes after the initial conversation you’d pulled up to the workshop, the tail end of your car emitting stiff grey clouds from the exhaust much to your clear dismay.

Having shared everything that’d been going wrong with the vehicle as of recently you found yourself leaning over its propped open hood, frustration was clearly evident on your face as Noah himself seemed perplexed at the different fixtures your engine had.

“Don’t you know anything about turbo engines? Doesn’t yours have one too?” As question after question flew from your lips Noah seemed more and more flustered at having to keep up this ruse- he knew cars yes, how to fix them- yes. But modifications specific to racing? Barely a clue.

Racking his brain for a way to avoid conflict he cleared his throat breaking you out of your train of thought. “Hey, why don’t you go for a drive or something? Clear your mind?” It was a reach but he’d hoped the prospect of taking his car out for another drive would be tempting.

Which it was.

“Fine. I’ll try not to be long.” Accepting the offer you snatch Noah’s keys and move off towards the silver Porsche you cracked open the door slipping inside. The plush seat much like before seemed to welcome you, an almost unnoticeable hum filling the cabin even before you started the vehicle.

With a twist of the key the engine rumbled to life, music filling the cabin much like before- had you not been fuming at the moment you might’ve asked what kind of mixtape Noah had and if you could swipe it one of these days.

Pulling out of the garage and onto the road your fingers clutched the steering wheel tightly, foot somewhat heavy on the gas as you muttered to yourself. “I just don’t understand how someone like that could know nothing about modifications but drive so- so well,” Beginning with that you scowled. “Must be cheating or something.”

As if those were the magic words, another voice cut in overtop of the music. “Nah nah, that was all me baby- Ain’t nobody a better driver.”

Your grip on the steering wheel slackened, skin paling a bit as your brain struggled to figure out what had just happened. There was no way this was happening.

“Well, the jig is up then,” The wheel was jerked out of your hands sharply, the car speeding up enough so that you’d slid fully back against the backrest. “About time honestly, Noah is such a drag sometimes- I need someone fun in my life.”

“Ya dig?”

Yet again there was no response from you, instead, just that same stunned silence as you tried to take in the situation. So Noah lied about this being a remotely operated car and it can talk- perfect, wow what a great way to start a friendship.

The car seemed to turn a few more times until it seemed to slow down as an empty loading bay came into view, turning to the side a bit the driverside door swung open- the seat practically pushing you out from within as a series of clicks and metal plates clanking into one another sounded.

Stiffly turning your head back to see what’d become of the former car your eyes ended up following the length of a humanoid form. Bits and pieces of the Porsche seemed to have deconstructed and reconstructed onto the vague shake of a person- or rather robot was your guess.

Something that had you both fascinated yet frightened in a perfect cacophony.

Noting the stunned expression on your face the bot gave a grin, metallic hands motioning towards himself. “What? Like what you see? So shocked that you can't speak? I gotcha.”

Sucking in a breath you ran your hands down your face for a second trying to recollect your thoughts and discern what exactly was happening. “I can’t comprehend what I see at the moment actually.”

Seeing the way you began to pace a little the bot crouched down, forearms leaning against the metal that made up his thighs. “It’s all good baby, take it all in- I’ve got all the time in the world.” Starting with that he then added on. “Names Mirage by the way, not that you would’ve found out any other way.”

At the introduction you nodded your head in understanding, your pacing came to a slow and you raised a hand pointing towards Mirage. “So you’re like- a robot? That can turn into a car?”

His expression seemed to brighten a bit at that, the bot folding his arms with a quick wave of his hand. “Sure if you want to be boring,” He’d unfolded them right after moving back to lean down to your height. “I’m an alien- well you’re also technically one to me too but you get the gist.”

Taking in that response you seemed to digest it quicker than the initial scare of things, your mind finally able to put together everything. “So you were the one I was racing this whole time?”

“You’ve got that right babe.”

Allowing everything to fully sink in you couldn’t help but let out a whistle, your gaze meeting with the glowing blue optics of Mirage. “Then you’re one hell of a driver.”

He seemed to thrive off that response, a quick wink being given before he shifted back into that familiar grey Porsche- popping open the driverside door.

“Right, you are again,”

“Now care for a ride hot stuff?”

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