#yuki tsunoda legs

[princemick]

YUKI -- sunday, Saudi Arabian gp 2023

[beabnormal24]

Okay Yuki posted a celebratory P9 post, alright.

But I need to know how is he? Is he hurt? Did he have another check up? Yuki please don’t make me worry (I am already worried)

[the-flaneur]

erm...who the f*ck is that?

pairing: f1 grid x reader [headcanon]

ft. lewis hamilton, max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris, oscar piastri, george russell, yuki tsunoda, pierre gasly

summary: well well well...it seems like there's an uninvited (or maybe not so uninivted) guest in your bed tonight

warnings: 18+, MDNI, NSFW -> smut ft. sex dolls, kinda exhibitonism/voyuerism

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you straddled the lifelike sex doll modeled after your boyfriend, your heart racing with excitement and arousal. the silicone skin felt so real beneath your fingers as you explored his muscular chest and abs. you ground your hips against the rigid shaft protruding from between his legs, already slick with lube. 

"fuck, i can't believe i'm doing this," you moaned softly, positioning yourself over the thick cock. with a deep breath, you began to sink down, letting the doll stretch you open inch by delicious inch. your walls fluttered and clenched around him as you took him deeper.

"oh god yes, so big!" you cried out once he was fully sheathed inside you. you started to move, rolling your hips sensually at first before building up to a faster pace.

the sex doll's silicone body felt incredibly realistic as you rode it, every contour and muscle perfectly replicated from the real dick of him. its massive, girthy cock stretched you deliciously, filling you completely as you bounced on top of it.

"yes, fuck! your huge cock feels amazing!" you moaned shamelessly, throwing your head back in ecstasy. sweat glistened on your skin as you picked up speed, slamming your hips down to meet each thrust. the obscene wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.

reaching down, you furiously rubbed your clit, pushing yourself closer to the edge. "fuck, i'm gonna cum!" you wailed, your pussy starting to spasm and quiver around the thick intrusion. just a little more…

lewis

as you frantically rode the sex doll, lost in pleasure, the sound of the door opening made you freeze mid-thrust. your eyes widened in shock as your boyfriend himself walked into the room, his handsome face registering surprise before darkening with lust as he took in the erotic sight before him.

"what do we have here then?" he drawled, stalking towards you with a predatory gleam in his brown eyes. "looks like my little minx has been having some fun without me."

he reached out to caress your face tenderly, contrasting with the intense hunger in his gaze as it raked over your naked, sweat-slicked body. "why don't you climb off there and come sit on daddy's lap instead, love? i think i need to show you what the real thing can do.”

“you’re not mad?” you whined, as he slipped his thumb between your lips, before dragging in against your cheek.

lewis chuckled lowly, his hand sliding from your cheek to tangle in your hair possessively. "mad? oh no, pet. far from it. seeing you so desperate for my cock, even in doll form, is bloody hot."

he tugged gently but firmly, guiding you off the sex doll and pulling you onto his lap. his strong arms encircled your waist as he settled you astride his muscular thighs, his impressive erection pressing insistently against your core.

"i'd much rather have the real thing wrapped around me though," lewis purred, leaning in to nip at your earlobe. "now be a good girl and put that sweet mouth of yours to work, yeah? show daddy how much you've missed him.”

max

you're startled out of your lewd reverie by a sudden pounding on the door. "open up!" a familiar voice demands, making your heart race. with a sinking feeling, you realize it's max. panic sets in as you scramble to cover yourself and the life-like sex doll replica of him you were pleasuring yourself with. the knock comes again, more insistent this time. "come on, i know you're in there! we need to talk."

your mind races with possibilities - should you try to sneak out the back window? make a run for it? but before you can decide, the door unlocks, revealing max standing in the entranceway, his piercing blue eyes locked onto the compromising scene before him.

your face flushes bright red as max takes in the sight of your post-orgasmic glow, the realistic sex doll poking out from beneath the haphazardly thrown blanket. his gaze narrows when he recognises the scarily familiar head, before turning into an intense look of shock, curiosity, and something else you can't quite decipher.

"well, well," he says, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. "looks like my little darling has been keeping secrets." he steps closer, his tall frame looming over you as he reaches out to gently stroke your neck.

"i have to admit…," max continues, his eyes never leaving yours. "i didn't peg you for the type to... indulge in such activities." his fingers trail lower, brushing against your inner thigh, sending shivers down your spine despite the embarrassment coursing through you. your breath hitches as max's touch sends sparks of electricity through your body, rendering you momentarily speechless. the rational part of your brain screams at you to push him away, to insist this was all just a misunderstanding. but another, deeper part of you craves his proximity, longs to feel his hands on your bare skin instead of the cold plastic of the doll.

slowly, almost involuntarily, you spread your legs further apart, giving max an unobstructed view of your arousal. the heat between your thighs is palpable, and you can't help but wonder if he notices the dampness dripping down your thigh.

max's gaze lingers on the intimate display, a slow smile spreading across his chiseled features. "it seems my little baby isn't so innocent after all," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

emboldened by max's reaction, you reach out to trace the contours of his muscular chest, feeling the hard planes of his abs beneath his shirt. his eyes flash with desire as your fingertips dance along the edge of his collarbone.

"you're not so bad yourself," you manage to whisper, your voice trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement. max chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through your chest. "flattery will get you everywhere, schatje," he teases, his hand sliding up your inner thigh to cup your heated core through the thin fabric of your underwear.

charles

"well well, what do we have here?" a familiar monegasque accented voice called out. you froze mid-thrust, face flushing crimson as charles himself stood in the doorway, arms crossed and eyebrows raised quizzically at the compromising scene before him.

your heart raced as you slowly turned to face him, still impaled on his hyper-realistic doppelganger. the driver looked equally stunned and intrigued by the sight of you shamelessly pleasuring yourself with his likeness. "i... i can explain..." you stammered, mind reeling for an excuse. but words failed you as you remained stuck in an embarrassing position, the doll's phallus buried deep inside you.

a slow smirk spread across charles' handsome face as he sauntered closer, green eyes roaming appreciatively over your exposed body. "no need to explain, cherie. it seems you have quite the... appreciation for me. although i didn’t realize you had such...imaginative hobbies," charles groaned, his deep voice rough with desire. 

he took a step closer, drinking in the sight of your naked, sweat-slicked body still impaled on the doll's thick cock. a throaty chuckle escaped your lips as you rolled your hips languidly, stirring the synthetic shaft inside your dripping cunt. "mmm, i have many hidden talents," you purred sultrily. "why don't you come join us and show me what the real thing can do?"

"i must say, seeing myself put to such good use is rather flattering.” his large hands gripped your hips possessively, thumbs kneading into the soft flesh. slowly, teasingly, he began to rock the doll (and by extension, you) back and forth, matching the rhythm to his thrusts. pleasure sparked through your core with each movement.

"mmm, you're so tight around it," charles groaned appreciatively. "i wonder how you'd feel wrapped around me instead..."

carlos

you're startled out of your lewd reverie as the door swings open, revealing none other than carlos standing in your entryway. his eyes widen in shock as he takes in the sight before him - you astride a life-like sex doll, your hips undulating in rhythm with the vibrations of the toy between your thighs. your cheeks flush crimson, and you scramble to cover yourself, but it's far too late for modesty. the damage is done, and there's no denying what you were up to mere seconds ago. carlos's gaze remains fixed on the spectacle, his jaw slackening as he processes this unexpected encounter.

"what...what are you doing?" he asks hesitantly, his voice laced with a mix of disbelief and curiosity.

your heart races as you meet carlos's gaze, a nervous smile tugging at your lips. "oh, um, just...um, experimenting with some new toys," you stammer, trying to downplay the situation. however, the seeping wetness of your panties betrays your arousal, and carlos's eyes flicker downward, taking note of your obvious excitement.

he steps closer, his presence commanding attention despite the awkwardness of the moment. "a sex doll, huh? i never took you for the type," he remarks, his tone tinged with amusement rather than judgment. there's an undercurrent of intrigue in his words, as if he's genuinely fascinated by this side of you. carlos reaches out, his fingers grazing the synthetic skin of the doll, sending a shiver through you. "mind if i join in?" he asks, his voice low and husky with suggestion.

you swallow hard, your pulse quickening at the prospect of having him participate in your private fantasy (albeit also involving him). the idea sends a thrill straight to your core, and you find yourself nodding almost involuntarily. "i...i'd like that," you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

as carlos moves behind you, his hands gently guiding you to stand, you feel a rush of anticipation. he positions himself beside the doll, his eyes locked onto yours with a smoldering intensity. without a word, he begins to undress, revealing a chiseled physique honed by years of athletic training.

once naked, carlos climbs onto the bed, settling between your legs as you straddle the doll once more. he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "let's give this toy a real workout, shall we?”

lando

his eyes widened at the lewd sight before him. "well, well... looks like someone's got a new playmate," he quipped, his voice dripping with amusement and something else. he leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching intently as you continued to bounce on the doll's cock.

your cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment and excitement. "uh, lando! i was just... um…”

"testing out my new toy," you managed to stammer out, still moving your hips in slow, sensual circles. the doll's plastic flesh felt cold against your heated skin, but the vibrations of its motor sent jolts of pleasure through you.

lando chuckled low in his throat, his gaze never leaving your writhing form. "a toy, huh? looks more like a real man to me." he pushed off the wall and sauntered closer, his eyes roving over your body with an appreciative gleam.

you swallowed hard, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. this was so wrong, yet so incredibly tempting. "i, uh, i might need some help getting this thing warmed up," you suggested breathlessly, glancing up at lando through your lashes. he grinned, reaching out to trace a finger along your collarbone.

"mmm, i think i'd be happy to assist with that," lando purred, his hand sliding down to cup your breast through your shirt. his thumb brushed over your nipple, making it pebble beneath the fabric.

you gasped, arching into his touch as a surge of desire shot straight to your core. "then what are you waiting for?" you asked, voice husky with need. with a swift motion, lando yanked your shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere. he tossed the ruined garment aside and palmed both breasts, thumbs teasing the sensitive buds. "fuck, these are perfect," he groaned, leaning down to capture one in his mouth.

as he suckled and nibbled, his other hand worked to unfasten your pants. you lifted your hips to aid him, desperate for relief from the throbbing ache between your thighs.

lando's fingers hooked into your panties and tugged them down, exposing your slick, swollen pussy to his hungry gaze. "christ, look at you," he breathed, dragging a finger through your wet folds. "so ready for me."

oscar

lost in the throes of pleasure, you failed to notice the bedroom door creak open. your heart skipped a beat as oscar stepped inside, his piercing eyes fixed on the lewd scene before him. he stood frozen for a moment, taking in the sight of you impaled on the doll, your legs wrapped around its waist as you grinded against it with abandon.

oscar's gaze then drifted down to the doll's face, which bore an uncanny resemblance to his own. his lips curled into a smirk, and he crossed his arms over his broad chest.

"well, well, well," oscar drawled, his deep voice dripping with amusement and a hint of arousal. "looks like i've caught you in quite the compromising position, haven't i?"

your cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment and excitement, unsure how to respond to his unexpected intrusion. you could feel your body reacting instinctively, the heat between your thighs intensifying as oscar's intense stare made you acutely aware of your nakedness.

slowly, oscar began to prowl closer, his athletic build moving with a predatory grace that sent shivers down your spine. "i must admit, i'm intrigued," he murmured, reaching out to trail a finger along the curve of your breast. "aren't you going to offer me a ride?”

you bit your lip, torn between the desire to maintain your dignity and the overwhelming urge to surrender to oscar's magnetic presence. as if sensing your inner conflict, he leaned in, his breath tickling your ear as he whispered, "don't worry, darling. i promise i won't judge... much." with a playful nudge, oscar gently pushed the sex doll aside, causing it to tumble onto the floor with a soft thud. he then slid onto the bed, positioning himself between your spread thighs. his calloused hands roamed your heated flesh, mapping every contour as if committing them to memory.

as oscar's fingers delved deeper, teasing your sensitive folds, you let out a whimper, your back arching off the mattress. "mmm, so responsive," he purred, his thumbs circling your clit in slow, deliberate strokes.

with a mischievous glint in his eye, oscar captured your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue plunging past your parted lips to tangle with yours. the taste of you seemed to ignite something primal within him, and he growled low in his throat, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core.

breaking the kiss, oscar sat up, his muscular frame towering over you as he grasped your hips and pulled you flush against him. the hard length of his erection pressed insistently against your belly, making it clear just how affected he was by the intimate scene unfolding.

"you're absolutely gorgeous like this," oscar breathed, his gaze drinking in the sight of you, flushed and wanton, sprawled beneath him. "but i think it's time we switch things up, don't you?”

george

the door creaked open, revealing george standing in the threshold, his eyes widening in shock at the sight before him. there, on the living room couch, was you, caught in the act of passionately grinding against an uncannily lifelike sex doll replica. your short skirt had ridden up around your hips, exposing the lacy edges of your thong. the black fabric clung to your plump rear, highlighting every curve as you moved. your chest heaved with each thrust, straining against the buttons of your blouse.

george's mouth hung agape, his gaze fixated on the obscene display. he seemed frozen in place, unable to look away from the lewd spectacle unfolding before him.

"blimey... what the fuck?" george stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

as if sensing george's presence, you slowly turned your head to face him, your lips parting in a breathy moan. your glassy eyes were half-lidded with lust, pupils dilated as they locked onto george's stunned expression.

without breaking eye contact, you reached back to fumble with the fastenings of your blouse, popping free a few buttons to reveal more of your heaving cleavage. the soft flesh spilled out, adorned with a lacy white bra that did little to conceal your rosy nipples, now stiff with arousal.

"can't a girl get some privacy around here?" you purred, your voice husky with need.

george's jaw clenched, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. his eyes darted between your face and the sex doll beneath you, a mix of disbelief and dark fascination etched on his features.

"i... i didn't know you were home," he managed to choke out, his voice cracking slightly. he took a tentative step forward, as if drawn to the forbidden scene like a moth to flame.

the movement caused you to glance down, noticing the prominent bulge straining against george's racing heartbeat in his trousers. a wicked grin spread across your face as you met his gaze once more.

"oh, i think you're starting to get the idea," you whispered, trailing a hand down your stomach to toy with the waistband of your thong.

george's eyes followed the path of your fingers, his breath hitching as he watched you tease the damp fabric of your panties. the air grew thick with tension, heavy with the unspoken promise of debauchery. with a sudden burst of boldness, george closed the distance between you, his hands coming to rest on your hips. his touch sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fresh wave of desire within you.

"you're such a naughty girl, aren't you?" george murmured, his hot breath ghosting over your ear. "wasting this perfect body on a lifeless doll."

his words sparked a fire in your core, and you rocked your hips back into his touch, craving more of his attention. with deft fingers, you released your bra clasp, allowing the garment to fall away and expose your breasts to george's hungry gaze.

yuki

yuki walked into your house, tossing his emergency keys on the entryway table. he called out, "i'm here!" but was met with an eerie silence. frowning slightly, he made his way towards the living room, curious about the strange noises coming from that direction.

as he approached, the sounds grew louder - rhythmic creaking and soft, breathy moans. yuki pushed open the door, and what he saw made his jaw drop. there, sprawled out on the couch, was none other than you, his roomate. but it wasn't just you that caught his attention. beneath you, moving in sync with your hips, was an incredibly lifelike sex doll replica.

he stood frozen, eyes wide as saucers as he took in the lewd scene before him. you, lost in the throes of passion, continued to ride the sex doll replica without noticing yuki’s presence initially. the doll's silicone skin felt so real beneath your hands as you gripped its shoulders for leverage. each thrust sent waves of pleasure through your body, the doll's internal mechanisms providing delicious friction.

soft whimpers and gasps escaped your lips, growing louder as you chased your impending climax. the obscene wet sounds of your coupling filled the room, mixing with the creak of the couch under the intense pace you set. lost in your own world of ecstasy, you remained blissfully unaware that someone had witnessed your private moment of debauchery... until yuki cleared his throat loudly behind you.

startled by the sudden sound, you froze mid-thrust, a yelp of surprise escaping your lips. your heart raced as you slowly turned your head to look over your shoulder, still straddling the sex doll. when your eyes landed on yuki standing there, mouth agape, a deep blush spread across your cheeks.

"oh my god, yuki! i... i can explain..." you stammered, mortified yet oddly excited to be caught in such a compromising position. the cool air hitting your exposed lower half made you shiver. 

despite the awkward situation, you couldn't help but feel a thrill run through you, knowing he was witnessing your wanton display. the doll's phallus remained buried inside you, keeping you deliciously full. his eyes roamed over your disheveled form, taking in every intimate detail - the flush of your skin, the glisten of sweat on your brow, the way your thighs trembled around the sex doll. yuki swallowed hard, trying to process the erotic sight before him.

"i, uh... wow," he managed to say, voice rough with surprise and poorly concealed arousal. "i didn't expect to come home to this." his gaze flicked back to your face, noting the mix of embarrassment and guilty excitement in your expression.

yuki took a step closer, drawn in despite himself. "so, um, care to tell me what exactly is going on here?" he gestured vaguely at the lewd tableau, curiosity and something darker simmering in his eyes. the tension between you crackled with unspoken possibilities.

your heart pounded in your chest as george approached, his intense gaze sending shivers down your spine. the heat of his body seemed to radiate against your bare skin. you licked your suddenly dry lips, mind racing for a coherent explanation even as your body thrummed with need.

"i…i just couldn't resist trying it out," you admitted, squirming slightly on top of the doll. the movement caused it to shift inside you, drawing a soft moan from your throat. "it feels so good, yuki. i got carried away..." your tongue darted out to wet your lips again as you looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes. 

yuki’s pupils dilated as he watched your little show, drinking in every detail - the way your tongue flicked over your plump lips, the breathy quality of your voice, the subtle roll of your hips grinding against the doll. he could practically feel the heat radiating off your body.

"that's quite the discovery you have made," he murmured, voice low and husky. he took another step closer until he was looming over you, one hand braced on the back of the couch. his other hand reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face almost tenderly.

"if you wanted to tried something like this, all you had to do was ask me," he said with a grin, fingers trailing down the side of your neck. "i would've been more than happy to assist you... personally.”

pierre

your heart raced as you locked eyes with pierre, standing in the doorway with a mixture of shock and curiosity etched on his handsome face.

"p-please, don't tell anyone," you stammered, trying to cover yourself with a nearby blanket while desperately hoping he'd leave without making a scene. but the frenchman took a step closer, his piercing blue gaze fixed intently on the lewd display before him.

"i…” his touch ignited a fire within you, and you leaned into his hand, craving more of his warmth. pierre's fingers trailed down your neck, across your collarbone, and came to rest on the swell of your breast, teasing the fabric of your top.

"you're so beautiful like this," he whispered, his thumb brushing over your nipple through the thin material. "and the way you look at me, or almost me... it's intoxicating."

emboldened by his words and actions, you reached up to tug his shirt free from his pants, revealing the chiseled expanse of his chest. pierre's skin was warm to the touch, and you couldn't resist exploring every inch of him, mapping the contours of his muscles with eager hands.

as you kissed along his jawline, nipping and sucking at his earlobe, pierre's grip on your breast tightened.

"ah, fuck," he groaned, his cock twitching in his pants as your lips worked magic on his sensitive flesh. "you're playing with fire, darling."

with a swift motion, pierre shed his clothes, revealing his magnificent erection, thick and long, already leaking precum at the tip. you gazed up at him, mouth watering at the sight, and felt a surge of possessiveness wash over you.

mine, you thought, even as a part of you wondered if you could truly handle a man of his caliber.

but then pierre's hands were on you again, sliding under your skirt to cup your ass, squeezing the plump globes and pulling you flush against his hard body. his mouth claimed yours in a searing kiss, tongues dancing and tangling as he devoured your moans.

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[cheriladycl01]

Kinktober 18/10/2024 Max Verstappen - Mutual Masturbation

Plot: You and Max too tired to actually do anything, decide that mutual masturbation is the way to go after a tricky race weekend.

Warnings: Kinktober, SMUT, mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob, 18+ Minors DNI

You and Max were a very clingy couple, it was rarer to see you not at a race weekend than to see you at one. You were always there supporting Max and cheering him on, and for the most part you guys had loads of energy interacting with fans and being helpful to the team.

However triple-headers normally took it out of you both, especially ones where it was far travel in between and maybe some time zone difference.

But you always supported Max.

You were there though his highest highs and his lowest lows and that just so happened to be today. A very low low. It was Max worst performance in his career. There wasn’t great communication, the car didn’t feel right and Max had struggled the whole race, not moving up any places from his Qualifying Result of P11.

He’d gotten no points, and ended up behind Yuki Tsunoda who’d defended from him brilliantly for the entire race.

When Max came out, after driving the car for 2 hours and all of the media commitments and team jobs he had to conduct afterwards you both got on his private jet pretty done with the day.

You got home to Monaco, and you were both really silent which was kinda rare for Max. Despite what most people think this man can talk for hours, especially to you when you are such a good listening and love the sound of his husky and burnt sort of voice when he spoke both English and Dutch.

You guys had a routine that was never changed no matter how tired you guys were once you got back from a race weekend.

Step one: Get the cases into the house.

Step two Part A: Max separates clean from dirty into piles

Step two Part B: You take the shoes and toiletries and dish them out to where they need to go.

Step three Part A: Max puts a wash on

Step three Part B: You take the clean clothes up and hang them in the wardrobe or fold into draws.

Step four Part A: Max hoovers, Jimmy and Sassy, and then your British Shorthair Lila have all been there moulting in the summer heat.

Step four Part B: You wash out the cat bowls and place down new food

Step five: Make dinner together

And that was how you always did it. You always each took those chores and got on with them. Usually you spoke to each other across the apartment while you were doing it but this time a comfortable silence was with you apart from the cat interruptions every now and then.

After that you guys let the dishes in the sink before alternating showering and getting ready for bed. You both climbed into the fresh bed with the nice sheets rather than the hotel sheets that regardless of the hotel rating always seemed to make you feel kind of odd.

Usually at this stage Max would turn on a film before fucking you into the bed, you clutching into the pillow that your face is smushed against while he thrusts in and out of you deeply.

But tonight with how silent the pair of you were it was obvious neither of you had the energy to fully commit to that.

“Schatz…” he says softly and you look away from the film he’d just put on opposite you bed, a classic you’d watched many times that was sort of just background noise.

“Mmmmmm? What is it?” You smile at him kindly, pulling the quilt up around you some more.

“Well, I just thought that maybe we could relieve some tension” he says still just as softly, a quiet hint to his voice. You almost groan not having the energy to get in top and ride him, which usually happened after these race weekends as his legs, back and arms were physically just as tired as his mind was.

“Argh baby not tonight … I know usually I’m more energetic but I can’t tonight” you say looking at him with a guilty look and he turns away with a flushed and embarrassed look on his face.

“Oh- okay” he says nodding and tucking the cover over him.

You guys sit and watch the film, you lean into him his arm loosely coming behind you as you naturally pulls yourself in closer to him. After the day of silence it was nice just embracing one another in bed.

“Hey I’m sorry I just have no energy tonight it’s not you” you say reaching out to hold his hand that’s above the blanket but knock against something hard causing him to moan out.

You lightly pull the covers away seeing him rock solid underneath. He tries to pull the covers back up, but your grip is strong.

“Max baby why didn’t you say” you try to stifle your laugh.

“Because your not in the mood and we’re both too tired” he sighs pressing his legs together and trying to alleviate the growing need down low.

“How about something else baby, it won’t take up too much energy from either of us” you whisper helping him pull his boxers down seeing his whole dick spring up and slap his bear stomach. He moans as the cold air hits him and you use your hand going up and down.

“Ah ah ah” he moans.

“Now you take over baby” you say and he does taking himself in his hand. Your hand goes into your underwear teasing your clit the way you knew you liked. Your fingers rub against that nub and you moan.

“Fuck Max” you moan and look to your left to look at him only to see him already looking at you. His eyes travel from your eyes down to where your fingers enter your dripping wet core.

You reach out a hand as you hear the fapping sound that Max is making with his fist tightening around his length and going quicker the more you moan.

“So pretty Schatz, fuck lemme see pull them panties off” he groans and you do as your told pulling them off and chucking them to the end of the bed. You spread your legs show Max your fingers thrusting in and out, a scissoring motion as you feel the spongey wall. You free hand reaches out gripping Max thighs as your mouth drops open, you repeating his name as you can feel the coil build up further and further.

His free hand reaches down and starts to rub circles on your clit as he tightens his grip on his own dick going faster than before.

“Fuck Schatz, such a good idea” he moans as before you know it he’s cumming, the stream hitting his lower stomach as his hips lightly lurch up. You cum shortly after him, the release making you relax back into the pillows.

“I think that should be our new go too” he groans, taking tissue from the bedside table cleaning himself up.

“When we’re tired?” You ask with a nod.

“Whenever, that was really hot” he smiles before pulling you into a kiss.

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[lewisvinga]

short kings | yuki tsunoda x tall! fem! reader

summary; in which yuki doesn’t care if his girlfriend is taller than him

fc; threemillion

warnings; ?

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yukitsunoda0511: if all else fails, just make sure the prettiest girl never leaves your lap

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hi bunny! i love your work so much. can i have a mille-feuille and some hot cross buns with a vodka shot, served by yuki tsunoda. thank u, love!

bakery menu!

want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! i'd love to see what you request! as to this anon thank you! i don't often get too many requests for yuki so this was a pleasant surprise in my inbox! i hope i served your well today!

mille-feuille (“that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”) + hot cross buns: ("don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up.") + vodka shot (rough sex)

cw: smut/pwp, rough sex, dirty talk, doggy style, protected sex

everyone thought that yuki tsuoda was sweeter than ice cream during a sunrise on a summer's day. he was the perfect boyfriend, and he was in all honesty. you had never had a more perfect relationship!

but when you two got intimate, something else came out of your sweet yuki. a little danger lurked in those dark eyes, and it made you run hot all over.

you giggled and pressed your nose against his neck as he wrapped his strong arms around you. you knew he was one of the shorter drivers, but he was still rather built after years of intensive training. when he gave you a hearty squeeze you pulled back a little and smiled at him.

"i have to go in a few days." he admitted. the races were starting back up and you'd be apart.

"i know. then why don't we get a little familiar with each other before you have to go." fully giving him permission to be as rough as he needed which he happily accepted when he kissed you on the lips. the hands on your hips before he pushed up your t-shirt.

he only stopped himself to pull away and lead you to your shared bedroom. his kisses got harder as you ended up on the bed. he admired you as you took off the cheap t-shirt you wore around the apartment. his gaze on you felt hungry.

he started to strip as well, his heart thumped heavily for you as he exposed more of his body to you. you knew that most went after the built nature of hamilton or the softer edges of verstappen. but you only had eyes for your yuki.

his hands were on your breasts once you got your shirt off and he leaned in for another hot kiss. he felt his erection in his jeans twitch with want for you before he started to work on his belt. once everything was off, he was in bed with you. his arms around your waist as he peppered your skin with hot kisses.

you blushed and tried to hide your face, but your boyfriend's voice cut through.

"don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up." which only made more heat rise in your face. his words were so smooth in your ear and made you run hot.

"yuki."

he kissed your left cheek and his cock twitched a little. you were perfect for him in return. you loved when he got like this. most driver's ran hot on the track and yuki only let it out when he was in the privacy of your bedroom. he knew that his words left your core soaked so he was more than happy to let his tongue run.

"you know i will." he said, "we have pretty rope in the closet." he rubbed himself up against you. he wasn't going to slip in without a condom, but he would indulge in feeling your warm skin against his heavy cock.

you felt heat curl in your belly and your legs rub together. eventually you ended up on your chest and knees, your ass elevated to yuki's liking. you watched him out of the corner of your eye grab a condom from the nightstand drawer, even layered in sexual want. you were both careful.

he was such a gentleman out on the paddock, always so sweet and respectful. but, when you were alone in the bedroom. with yuki's cock so painfully close to your achy sex, something else came out of him. you could almost feel his heartbeat against your back as he rubbed his hard cock against you.

"you feel so good." he said softly, kisses along your neck. it made you shudder and grow hot all over. he sank into you and moaned, “that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.” which only excited you more. his praise was always filthy on his tongue and made your heart hammer in your chest.

the thrusts were fast and hard. kisses on your heated skin were wet and rough. it made everything curl in your gut. it made everything in you strike hot as your lover, yuki, fucked you.

between promises to pleasure, he said that he loved you. the words rolled off his tongue with ease. you knew he meant it, he loved you every shade someone could love another person. even when he had you pinned to the bed with your face in the pillows.

your back arched as you held onto the covers under you and made you shiver. your hard nipples up against the soft covers, which added to the stimulation. you panted heavily against the bed and whimpered when his cock rubbed against just the right spots. it felt like a dream and you were in heaven.

"you feel so good." he said softly, "perfect for me." his voice was low in your ear but tinged with such want for you that it was almost impossible for you to deny how strongly you felt for your lover. he kissed the back of your neck and you clenched around his cock. which only egged him on to move faster.

your knew that your hips were going to be at least a little bruised by the end of tonight. maybe not heart black splotches, but something a little darker on the skin. you whined against the covers and tried to meet his pace for extra pleasure.

"please, yuki." you said as you arched your back a little further. you felt pleasure flood in your head in ways that left you panting. he was so perfect for you, it felt almost impossible for that to be true.

a gentleman in the streets and a freak in the sheets, especially when he left such a sweet hickey on the back of your shoulder. it only made you wetter and more hungry for climax.

his thrusts continued and you were beautiful laid out under him. his chest to your back and he pushed his cock as deep as it would go. he heard your pretty little pants and continued to work you.

it wasn't long before you were gripping onto the covers tightly. you cheek against the pillows as you panted heavily. you felt the strum of pleasure through your body as you felt him start to lose the pace he was using. everything felt like a dream behind your eyelids as he moved quickly.

it was rough and it was hot. it made you shudder as your sweet moans filled the bedroom air. you felt a little tender, but in a good way. bruised but in a way that felt kinky. you dug your hands into the covers before your lips raised a little higher. you climaxed around his cock and you saw stars in your vision. and his climax was right behind yours. he held onto you tighter and you panted heavily into the covers. he let out a loud groan as he finished inside of you. the condom protecting you both.

you relaxed against the covers, your hips dropped onto the mattress softly. you laid out and felt your head swimming from climax. the covers felt even softer now and your lovers hot breath in your ear felt louder. you laid out next to him for a moment. before he took you in his arms and softly kissed your face.

even though you were a little achy, your boyfriend took it upon himself to make sure that this kisses healed everything. you rested up in his arms, feeling pure comfort.

"do you need anything?" he asked.

you looked up at him then tapped your chin with a smile, "hmm, i don't know. i think some more kisses will do the trick." while the two of you got rough in the bedroom, yuki was the master of aftercare and made sure you wouldn't go without. <3

[themultifanshipper]

As much love as the fans showed Yuki, one little-known fact about him was that no one would ever love him quite as much as his wife did. And they expressed it a bit too loudly for everyone else’s liking.

The fact that Yuki is looking at pierre in that pic keeps me awake at night.

Hope y'all get the deadpool reference

Also I cry laughing everytime i read the "cakes" part bc wtf was I thinking

Warnings: I almost vomited from the fluff, nasty sex to counterbalance tho, putting food in places it should not be, physical injury (burn), then more disgusting fluff. Cringe dialogue. Tried something new writing in the 3rd person so tell me if it’s okay

They were still very much in the honeymoon phase, only having been married for a year, but they were truly, madly, deeply, disgustingly in love. Emphasis on the disgusting. Because they fucked anywhere and everywhere, all the damn time.

It was becoming a problem, in particular for Daniel, who had asked that the walls separating their driver rooms be soundproofed, and to never be on the same hotel floor as Yuki.

Because Yuki was insatiable and so was his wife.

There they were, in Yuki’s massive kitchen, while she made dinner and Yuki watched her, glass of wine (not his first) in his hand. How lucky that he married a woman whose father was a world famous chef. She’d insisted on making him something special for their 1 year anniversary, so he just sat on the other side of the kitchen Island while she worked away at her pots and pans.

“You know I love you, right?” He asked.

She looked at him with an amused twinkle in her eye. “I would hope so baby, otherwise why did you marry me?”

“For your amazing smile, of course! And your father’s money” he smirked at her.

“Well then thank god I made you sign a prenup then!”

They both giggled and sighed like lovesick fools, and sent each other flying kisses from across the island. If anyone else had been there, they would probably have been sick, especially Daniel, who knew way too much about their sex habits to be fooled by all the lovey-dovey PDA they always shared around everyone.

She’d finished all the prep and had just turned the stove on when she climbed onto a chair to open the top cabinet which contained more bottles of expensive wine.

That’s when Yuki noticed. She was wearing one of his shirts, which was slightly big on her given his build, that part he already knew, but as she lifted her arms, he noticed she was wearing nothing underneath. Literally nothing.

She was cooking for him (that on it’s own enough to get him in the mood) straight up shirt-cocking it (shirt-pussying it?), Winnie the pooh style. In a shirt with his name on it.

It was all too much for little Yuki Tsunoda as he slinked off his chair and made his way towards her. He made it halfway around the island before she noticed and scolded him.

“Nuh-huh, get out of my space baby. This is my kitchen tonight!”

He didn’t listen as he ran the rest of the way and kissed her, arms weaving around her waist. The advantage of being almost the same height was that neither had to bend their head awkwardly, their bodies just slotted together perfectly. He grabbed at the back of her thighs and she wrapped them around his waist, enjoying how much strength he possessed as he didn’t even flinch.

He plopped her on the counter between the stove and the fridge, the cold marble against her heated flesh making her gasp against his lips. Without looking and without breaking the kiss, one of Yuki’s hands trailed down between her legs, the other going into the meticulously organised fridge.

She pulled away, needing oxygen, and saw what he’d taken out: a can of whipped cream. Uh oh. He grinned at her, shaking the can, and she raised an eyebrow at him.

“And what, pray tell, are you going to do with that?”

He smirked “I am going to decorate my entrée.”

She rolled her eyes as he pushed on her chest to lay her down before pulling up her shirt over her tits. He then proceeded to squirt whipped cream over them, making her gasp. Finally, he produced a jar of sprinkles from god knows where and threw a generous amount over the cream.

“cakes” he said simply, making her wheeze because what the fuck Yuki, but she didn’t laugh for long as he wasted no time diving in, tongue first, liking up the quickly melting cream.

The coldness of the cream had made her nipples hard, and he took the opportunity to suck on them harshly, making her whine and grab his hair while he licked up every last drop of his handywork. Then he spent a few minutes worshipping, licking and nibbling every bit of bare skin he could get his mouth on.

Once he was done and she was panting, he lifted her legs and ordered her to hold them open, exposing her to him completely. And as he suspected, she had already made a puddle on the counter, making him groan and cup himself through his joggers, that were well tented by now.

“Naughty, not wearing anything underneath. Is this what you expected to happen?”

She nodded quickly “Yes! Please Yuki, touch me.”

His fingers tapped around her thighs, never getting anywhere near where she needed them most.

“And who made you wet like this, hmmm?”

She huffed impatiently “You did Yuki, been thinking about tonight all week!”

He raised his eyebrows as he shook the can again. “Really? I must savour it then.”

He squirted a healthy amount all over her pussy, not wasting any time with sprinkles. The heat from her skin melted it almost immediately, drops rolling down her flesh, across her ass and onto the counter. He trailed his finger through the mess, slipping it into his mouth as he moaned, the taste of the cream mixing with her slick made an absolute banger mix.

The madman didn’t waste any more time, he buried his face into the mess between her thighs, lapping up as much of it as he could and using his very skilled tongue to bring her to the edge in minutes.

She came with a loud cry and her hips bucked into his mouth, spreading a mix of cum and leftover cream over his face as he let her ride the wave, her hands firmly tangled in his hair.

When her body finally stopped thrumming with aftershocks, she pushed herself up to kiss him, but before their lips could meet, she shrieked.

She had left the stove on, and in her haste, put her hand straight on the scorching surface.

Yuki immediately picked her up and brought her to the sink to run her hand under the cold water.

“Are you okay baby?”

She nodded, whimpering as the feeling slowly faded from her hand from the cold and he kissed her cheek, arms around her squeezing tight.

“Why don’t I finish dinner while you go put some aloe on it?

She nodded again, and when she felt like her hand was going to survive the trip, she shuffled off to the bathroom.

After dinner, they lay in bed snuggling, while Yuki kissed each knuckle carefully over and over.

“I’m sorry” He whispered.

She giggled “You’ve got nothing to be sorry about, baby. It was entirely my stupidity that led us here.”

He buried his head in the crook of her neck, kissing her skin softly “I love you”

“I love you too, Yuki”

He smiled and tightened his hold around her waist and they both fell asleep like that, wrapped in each other’s arms.

[dolene]

COMPETITIVE GAMES ; yuki tsunoda x reader

summary: how does a casual game night could turn into something more than just a night and it's only because of his competitive nature.

note: yukierre reference because even their gf couldn't top their bromance, AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUKI!!

taglist: @seasonswinter @haikyuen @callsignwidow

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pierregasly What a real game starter because I win 😄🥇

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username Why is it so hard to believe on something like this if it's Pierre who post it?

yukitsunoda0511 Because I'm the one who's actually winning but I let him win

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yourusername i warn him about this before, and look he's breaking down on the dancefloor 😜

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username Yuki Tsunoda reportedly has fallen during the dance, defeated by his girlfriend

yourusername 😌

yukitsunoda0511 This is just your lucky day, my legs are getting tired

yourusername dances are not your forte, so why are you still picking it tho 🖐️😭

yourusername Proving my real dance skills until my legs are betraying me

pierregasly The best thing he could ever done is to beat me at karaoke

yukitsunoda0511 No I'm not, I beat you in everything in games

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yukitsunoda0511 I let her win.

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yourusername 😄

danielricciardo I thought that you guys was just being there for a day or two...?

username nothing can beat his competitiveness

starwars I see you yoda biggest fan

yukitsunoda0511 I wasn't sure if it's real BUT YES IT'S ME

username Because that's him in the second slide (real)

username what a real thing that he would absolutely do to receive more scores

username short king is finally winning (his second place)

username WHYS HE CLIMBING THE MACHINE LIKE THAT😭😭😭😭

Y/N'S INSTASTORY, A DAY AFTER DEFEATING YUKI

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caption: at the end of the day, he's finally defeating me

[lokideservesahug]

Obsessed In Love

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Pairing: Yandere!Checo Pérez x gn!reader

(Slight) Yuki Tsunoda x reader

Warnings: Yandre, obsession, dark themes ofc (all kinda subtle). Badly translated Spanish

Request: Could you do yandere! Checo Perez with male reader? 👀

Notes: I'm not quite sure how to approach male readers just yet so I tried to do a gn reader instead. Pls let me know if you want something different though. This is the first time I've tried tow rite anything like this so feedback is greatly appreciated. Also if anyone wants a second part then pls let me know

Summary: You were very happy with your job- personal assistant for Sergio Pérez. Yet unbeknownst to you, being Checo's personal assistant isn't enough for him.

Part 2

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You hadn't been at Red Bull Racing for long but from what you've experienced so far, it has been amazing. You came in at the start of the 2024 season as Sergio Pérez's personal assistant and its just great. All of the crew were lively and welcoming to you, especially Checo. You've been following F1 for a long time now (hence how you found out about the hardly advertised job opening) and have always admired Checo and his racecraft so it was a huge honour to work alongside him. Unsurprisingly, media days are the least strenuous for the drivers but the most difficult for the PR/media team and as someone who worked under the former but worked directly alongside a driver, you had a nice balance of stress.

You scan your paddock pass and at the familiar beeps, you start your trek to Red Bull hospitality. You decided to arrive here early today so you can get a head start on the weekend and so you can even hang around with those you don't often get time to, like the engineers etc. You walk over to your workspace and get our your ipad with the schedule for today. Looks like you'll be following Checo around from 10-12 whilst he does miscellaneous activities and jobs first thing. You check the clock next to you. 8:35. You still have a good hour and a quarter until you need to start worrying about your 'boss' coming in.

You dive into your work and begin checking emails and planning entirely for the next few races. You're engrossed in your work for what feels like hours when you hear a gentle knock on the door. "Come in." You say, whilst placing the ipad on the desk and standing up. "Oh! Checo, I must have lost track of time." You glance at the clock. 8:57. Oh, that's odd. "Good morning cariño" You smile at his warm greeting. "Morning Checo, it isn't like you to be this early. What's the occasion?" For a split second you could have sworn that he looked like he was about to protest your words but swiftly caught himself.

"I uh- just thought I'd get an early start." He gave you a half smile and you smiled at his words. "Well Mr early start, I don't think there's much to do. You'd probably be most helpful speaking to some mechanics about any further adjustments but aside from that. But you can do anything I suppose" You turn to look at him after you finish your pacing only to find him sat down on a seat in the corner of your 'office'. You go to ask him what he's doing but he leans backspace, crosses his legs and speaks before you can get any words out. The corner of his lips turn up at the tilt of his head. "What? I thought you said I could do anything?" His half sarcastic response leaves you speechless. "You won't even know I'm here querida. Unless you ask for help which I'll be happy to give." You feel your cheeks warm slightly at his words and sit down at your desk and continue as you were when he came in.

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Checo was really quite helpful and by the time you had finished all you planned for the morning and much more, it was 10 o'clock.

You tidy up the miscellaneous work that manged to scatter across your desk and turn to the Mexican stood to your side. "Thank you for your help." He smiles at your words and looks at the clock behind you. "No worry querida. Any time" You feel yourself blush slightly at his words and so you look down and step away from the desk. You point out the time and ask if you should begin your duties. "You go ahead cariño, I just need to do something." Not thinking much of his words (and assuming he probably had to tie his shoe laces or send a text) you leave the door, parting with a soft "See you in the foyer in a minute."

You sit down on a plush leather sofa by the door waiting for Sergio's return to do your first job of the day. Suddenly, the door quietly opens and you hear the distant shouts of fans and the ever moving ambience of a Formula 1 race track. You turn to look at the door, already knowing who the disruptor of your momentary peace is. "Morning Max." The Dutch man nods at you and walks in your direction to place a clearly empty red bull can in the bin.

He sits down to your left and stretches out. "So, what media duties do you have today?" Max hums in thought and furrows his brows at your question. "Uhm- I think I have to film one of those what's in the box videos and then some looking at the car, meeting a few fans and then the video with Checo at the end of the day." You hum in acknowledgement at Max's words. The Red Bull YouTube video at the end of the day should be quite nice. Unsurprisingly, it features him and Checo but also Daniel and Yuki. You continue chatting, waiting for Checo until the Mexican comes through the door. You stand to greet Checo and begin walking out if the door to begin your day. He smiles at your greetings and unbeknownst to you, gives Max a harsh glare at the proximity of the two of you when he first entered.

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The day seemed to breeze by and by the time it came to the last media duty, you were shocked at how late it already was. You stand to the side under a canopy, watching as the RB (both Red Bull and VCARB) drivers mess around with each other. The sight of Checo and Max having a small, futile squabble over who gets to drive however, makes you laugh softly. You turn to look at the other drivers as Checo (not that you know) turns to give you a longing glance for the millionth time today. The cameraman calls for a small break before the next segment if the video will be filmed and the drivers all let out a collective sigh of relief.

You walk to the corner of the gazebo and fetch a chilled red bull from the cooler box for Checo. You wait at the edge of the canopy, still in the shade, for Checo to give the now slightly warmer drink to him. However instead if the regular presence of a certain Pérez to your side, you instead find a short Japanese man. "Hi Yuki." The pilot grins at your words and waves slightly. "Hello Y/N, how are you today?" You continue to exchange pleasantries with the man ; you've become more acquainted recently due to him often approaching you and staying for long chats.

"So how is tha-" Yuki doenst get to finish that thought as a gruff sounding Checo cuts across him, saying your name. You turn to him and give him a small smile whilst sticking your red bull filled hand out. "Sorry it's slightly warm, I got it out a little bit ago when you stopped filming." You look from the thawed ice in the shape of your fingers to Checo's face only to find his lips pulled together in a tight line and was he glaring at something? Before you can ask what's wrong, he meets your eyes and his gaze softens.

"Thank you querida." The cameraman calls to the drivers to return to in front of the lens. Checo lingers for as long as he can at your side until you have to jokingly nudge him in the direction of the camera before he leaves with a breathy laugh.

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Despite your early arrival, you get back to your office fairly late. You're one of the last people left in the red bull hospitality (aside from a few mechanics of course but they are just all superhuman). You just want to get home and collapse in your bed by the time you push your office door open but fortunately, you know that you just need to grab a few things and you'll be done for the day.

You place the ipad in the overnight charging dock (a clever little timed thing as to not waste excess energy) and grab your handbag from the floor where it lies. But your gaze catches on a red bull in the middle of the desk. Now it's not surprising in the slightest to see cans everywhere when you work for the big Asutrain company. However, this can is unlike one you've ever seen before. It's almost, glittery? You're curious as to what it is and of course where it came from.

Yet you chalk it up to it maybe being a very nice staff member or maybe even someone that has noticed you in the paddock (a certain Japanese man comes to mind before your mind shoos that away). However, you decide to try a bit of the drink. Heck you'll need at least some caffeine to make it home. You hear the ever satisfying crunch of the ring pull and when you put it to your lips it tastes divine. You almost moan at the sensation of a rich, almost Berry like taste, unlike anything you've ever tried before. You feel like you need to sit down to fully appreciate the flavour.

Wait. No. You feel like you need to sit down regardless. You feel a slight pressure in your head that you convince yourself that you're just imagining. You take another sip of the drink to try and subside the feeling. You place the half full can on your desk and go to walk rewards the door. But the door begins to look slightly fuzzy. Before you even try to make sense of what's happening, you suddenly feel yourself begin to grow weightless and fall backward.

You expect to hear a thump and be met with the hard, carpeted floor. However, you instead find yourself met with something warm and soft. Your mind , which is growing ever hazier, tries to make your head look up but you find yourself frozen, unable to move. At your attempts at mobility your hear a quiet "shhh." You groan in response trying to understand who the person (cradling you?) Is. "Shhh querida. You're safe with me. Just relax." And that's all it takes for you to drift into unconsciousness.

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Please let me know if anyone would be interested in a second part!

Thank you for reading. As always, likes, reblogs and especially feedback is always welcome.

Taglist (irdk if this is anyone's thing so sorry if it's not). @nikfigueiredo @mysoulispainted @leclercings @d3kstar @hiireadstuff @a-beaverhausen @nichmeddar @lozzamez3 @stinkyjax @marymustdie @littlesatanicassholebitch @mehrmonga @insanedeathwish @ems-alexandra @a-disturbing-self-reflection @cherry-piee @minkyungseokie

[charlesslut16]

-watching a christmas movie-

summary : yuki and you are watching a christmas movie together....

PAIRINGS : yuki tsunoda x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : i have so much work to do i am overloaded...

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The soft glow of Christmas lights reflected off the frosted windows, filling the room with a warm and festive ambiance. The tree in the corner twinkled with multicolored lights, and the faint smell of cinnamon lingered in the air thanks to the scented candle you’d lit earlier. 

It was the kind of evening you always looked forward to during the holiday season—quiet, cozy, and just perfect for staying in. And with yuki it would be the best.

Yuki was sprawled out on the couch, a blanket draped over his legs as he scrolled lazily through his phone. You were in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on two mugs of hot chocolate. You added a generous dollop of whipped cream to each one before sprinkling crushed candy canes on top.

“You better not be falling asleep over there!” you called, grabbing the mugs and heading back to the living room.

Yuki glanced up, a smirk already forming. “I’m not! I’m just… conserving energy.”

“Right,” you teased, handing him a mug before settling next to him. He immediately shifted closer, draping an arm around your shoulders.

“So,” he said, taking a sip of his hot chocolate, “what masterpiece are we watching tonight?”

You shot him a mock-offended look. “Don’t act like you don’t know. It’s my favorite Christmas movie!”

“Home Alone again?” he asked, already grinning because he knew the answer.

“Yes! And don’t even pretend you don’t love it. You were quoting Kevin McCallister for weeks last year.”

Yuki laughed, the sound warm and familiar. “Fine, fine. Let’s do it. But only if we can skip straight to the part where he pranks the burglars.”

“No way,” you said firmly, grabbing the remote. “We watch it all. That’s the rule.”

He rolled his eyes dramatically, but the playful smile on his face told you he wasn’t really complaining.

You pressed play, and the familiar opening notes of the movie’s score filled the room. As the story unfolded, you found yourself leaning into Yuki’s side, the two of you sharing a blanket while the movie transported you back to childhood Christmases.

Halfway through, Yuki started his usual commentary. “Okay, but how did the parents not realize Kevin wasn’t there until they were on the plane? Like, who does that?”

“It’s the ’90s,” you replied with a shrug. “People were just… less organized back then.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Less organized? They lost their kid.”

You laughed, nudging him with your elbow. “You’re overthinking it. Just enjoy the movie.”

“Fine, fine,” he said, but a minute later, he was at it again. “And how is Kevin so good at setting up all these traps? He’s like eight.”

“Because he’s a genius,” you said matter-of-factly. “Now stop questioning the logic and just let yourself have fun.”

He chuckled, pulling you closer. “You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re bossy.”

The movie continued, and despite his earlier teasing, Yuki was clearly invested. He laughed at all the right moments, groaned when they fell for the traps, and even gasped a little when the tarantula made its dramatic appearance.

By the time the credits rolled, the two of you were curled up together, your now-empty mugs forgotten on the coffee table. The tree lights cast a soft glow over the room, and the quiet of the moment felt almost magical.

“Okay,” Yuki admitted, breaking the silence, “I get why this is your favorite. It’s kind of a classic.”

“Kind of?” you repeated, feigning outrage. “It’s the classic.”

“Alright, alright,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “It’s the classic. Happy?”

“Very,” you said, smiling as you rested your head against his shoulder.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The only sound was the faint hum of Christmas music from the playlist you’d queued up earlier. Yuki’s hand found yours under the blanket, his fingers lacing through yours in a way that felt completely natural.

“This is nice,” he said softly, his voice quieter now.

“Yeah,” you agreed, squeezing his hand. “It is.”

You looked up at him, and the warmth in his brown eyes made your heart feel like it was wrapped in a cozy blanket. Moments like this—simple, quiet, and full of love—were what made the holiday season so special.

“Hey,” you said suddenly, a mischievous grin forming. “Remember last year when we tried to make gingerbread houses and yours collapsed like five minutes in?”

Yuki groaned, though he was clearly fighting a smile. “Why do you always have to bring that up? It was sabotage, and you know it.”

“Oh, sure,” you said, laughing. “Sabotage. I definitely snuck over and knocked your roof down when you weren’t looking.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you,” he said, leaning in closer. “You’re sneakier than you look.”

“Me? Sneaky?” you gasped, feigning innocence. “You’re the one who ate half the candy before we even started decorating.”

“Okay, that’s fair,” he said, his laughter echoing yours.

You spent the next few minutes reminiscing about past Christmases, trading stories and laughing until your sides hurt. It felt like no matter how many times you talked about these memories, they never lost their charm.

Eventually, Yuki shifted, pulling the blanket tighter around the two of you. “We should make some new traditions this year,” he said thoughtfully.

“Like what?” you asked, curious.

“I don’t know,” he said, tilting his head as he thought. “Maybe we could do a Christmas movie marathon? Or—oh! We could try baking cookies. I’ll even let you make fun of me if I mess up.”

You grinned. “Deal. But only if we watch Elf at least three times during the marathon.”

“Three times?” he asked, laughing. “You’re relentless.”

“Yep,” you said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “And you love it.”

He shook his head, though the smile on his face said you were absolutely right.

As the night went on, you found yourself feeling incredibly grateful for moments like these. It wasn’t the big, flashy celebrations that made the holidays special—it was the quiet, meaningful ones spent with the people you loved most. And with Yuki by your side, you couldn’t imagine a better way to spend Christmas.

❤️

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

you ask, i answer 🫡

*coughcough* ollie/oscar/yuki (separate not polyam lol) and their reactions to a) reader leaving them limping and b) readers back being a scratched up MESS

thanks for pt1 bestie 😚

-bear ❤️🐻

thank you bear <3333

under cut bc nsfw. obviously. part one

ollie bearman:

i think he kinda loves the limp?

it’s a reminder of how good to him you are and even if it’s inconvenient he’ll still giggle every time he thinks about it

totally asks you to carry him everywhere

which eventually leads to you offering him a piggy back ride (bc that’s the easiest for you to still be able to do things) and ollie seeing your back

he gets so flustered and almost starts crying because he thinks he hurt you with all his scratching and clawing

you have to explain to him that the scratches are to you what the limp is to him

a reminder of a good time

oscar piastri:

he sees your back before he gets out of bed

he’s soooo cocky about it

probably deliberately clawed shapes into your back and was babbling about how good it’d look while you were fucking him

traces the shapes with his fingers and you can pick out a few—a heart here, a star there, even his name

oscar can be possessive when he wants to be

anyway, so cocky about your back and then he tries to stand up and his legs are still jelly

”oh how the tables have turned”

”yeah, yeah, shut up and help me”

yuki tsunoda:

he doesn’t get limps often from sex with you

largely because he tends to ride you and therefore controls the pace to an extent

but say he’s being particularly bratty after a bad race

you’ve gotta bring him back in line, don’t you?

it’s simultaneously the best and worst thing that’s ever happened to him

because god it felt good while you were doing it

but then he wakes up and he’s so sore

totally a pouty lil baby about it and will grumble half-assed complaints

thinks he’s the only one with less than ideal after effects from the night before

then he sees your back

he jokes about you getting into a cat fight (cat hybrid!yuki anyone)

he’ll apologise if they hurt but it’ll still make him feel better about limping

[thatsdemko]

good riddance - m.verstappen

part one (the story of us)

masterlist

warnings: angst

a/n: oh I’m so sorry… but Taylor swift doesn’t always have happy endings!

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the cameras, the microphones, the tape recorders, the iPhones, and many other devices were shoved in your face the second you stepped into the paddock. nobody seemed to care about Charles red pants or that Lewis was shirtless, everyone cared about you and max.

it’d been a week since your first win, and exactly two days since the article was released. you’d have a lot to talk about in your drivers meetings, and you dreaded that moment more than the cameras in your face.

an audible groan escapes your lips as fans and interviewers trip over your feet, you’re so lucky the Red Bull hospitality is just feet away from you. home sweet home, you could relax and watch them all flock around other drivers in the comfort of your inn.

however, you see those blond little hairs in the window. they seep out from under his hat, he’s throwing his head back most likely in laughter, and it pisses you off. how can he be laughing in such a serious time? why couldn’t he have just called instead of trying to turn your life into a nightmare.

walking up those steps you’re thankful the cameras don’t follow, because when you whip open that door a very noticeable silence falls to the room. suddenly, you don’t feel at home anymore.

you watch the eyes all fall on you, it’s like a slow motion scene from a movie. where the camera pans to the disgusted looks, and the new girl at school nervously looks around for a place to sit in the lunch room. that’s how it feels right now.

his eyes are the only ones that don’t move. they are glued to the Aussie in front of him who’s a good distraction.

you find an open table and take the seat throwing your things into the chair opposite of where you’re seated. the noise seems to pick up again, and your eyes search everywhere for a comforting face, maybe someone who will talk to you, but nobody budges. everyone must be on his side.

and it’s easy to figure why they are. he’s a two time world champion, and he’s a man. everyone you ever knew had turned against you in the matter of a week. well fuck that, you think to yourself, two can play this game.

you pick up your bags and storm out the hospitality going to a place you never thought you’d be.

“y/n?” he looks up from his computer, dark eyebrows furrowed with confusion, “darling, what can I do for you?”

“I want work with you,” you pause watching him cross his arms over his chest, he leans back into his chair nodding for you to continue, “I want to drive for Mercedes.”

—

no contracts were worked out just yet, things were still very under the radar with frequent texts and calls between Toto Wolff and others, but the head master of Red Bull, Christian Horner, had all of no clue. not until this morning.

“so can you confirm y/n is not staying with Red Bull?”

Christian’s face contorts, he laughs a little shaking his head, “no, we plan to keep y/n. we just told max he needs to get over himself and hopefully they will work things out. I know they will.”

Toto laughs into his microphone, “maybe if you had taken better care of y/n there wouldn’t be rumors of her departure.”

the room falls utterly silent. the other team principals are no longer of interest when the interviewer turns to the head hunch of Mercedes, “do you care to elaborate, Toto?”

“I think what I’m saying is obvious. we hope things work out, but if not? we’ll be waiting in the wings.”

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the drivers conference is awfully uncomfortable. you’d found a seat in the corner of the room towards the back. yuki tsunoda is seated two seats away, his legs barely touching are an awful nice distraction to the world around you.

he’s seated with Charles and checo, his rumored new teammate. when he walked into the room, all the drivers congratulated him on his successful previous weekend, and not a soul even acknowledged your presence. this would be your falling out of formula one, all because max verstappen took everyone you ever loved and turned them against you.

why did he get to win? why did he force you into the corner? none of it was fair.

the room clears after the two hour long meeting. every inch of you is sore from the uncomfortable chairs as you stand up waiting to be the last one out.

“hey,” Charles moves from the line out of the building to where you stand, “congratulations on last weekend, you put a good fight.” he taps your arm gently and adds one more thing before he goes, “Mercedes is lucky to have you.”

the words perk his ears up. you can see the heat against the nape of his neck rise as he stops in his tracks and turns to face you, it’s the first time in two weeks since he’s looked you in the eyes.

you can feel all the words and air be lifted right out of you. his eyes are like title waves ready to meet land, and somehow it still makes your chest warm. he still makes your heart swell about ten sizes even if you haven’t spoken in what feels to be years.

“Mercedes?” he asks. the words feel so foreign and unfamiliar to his lips.

“well I’m not wanted at Red Bull anymore, so what’s the waste?”

he snorts out a laugh shaking his head. there you go again, he thinks to himself, trying to make him feel pitty towards you. well it certainly won’t work this time.

“well then go to Mercedes. I don’t want you as a teammate anymore if you’re just going to bail after one bad night.”

his bitterness was like a slap to the face. you can feel your heart ache, the pit of your stomach twisting as you swallow back the tears attempting to break through.

“then I don’t want you as a boyfriend anymore, because you can’t seem to apologize.”

“fine,” he says making his way to the door of the conference room, his hand rests on the handle just about to leave before he adds one more thing, “I never loved you in the first place, and I did want you gone so look at that, I guess I do win after all.”

[lovelytsunoda]

flower power // yuki tsunoda

summary: he has so much love in his heart, and finally there’s someone he can share it with. or, all the times yuki almost asked y/n to marry him, and the one time she said yes.

pairing: yuki tsunoda x female reader

warnings: mostly fluff! very flirty at the beginning, talks heavily of marriage.

i

the alarm had gone off three times. first, she pressed the snooze button (twice) but after that, just switched the clock off. as much as she loved her job, she could think of little she wanted to do less than drive from her cozy apartment into the cold, unfeeling city that she worked in.

she groaned as the bed shifted around her, scrunching up her face as her boyfriend pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

"yuki, no." she warned. "i'm not getting up."

"baby," yuki tsunoda frowned. "don't you have work today?"

"i don't want to go." she whined, rolling over and pulling the comforter over her head, drawing her knees into her chest. "i'm just going to be stuck in back to back meetings all day, and it's going to be very boring and i would rather be here with you."

yuki sat back on his heels, the golden sunlight streaming through the blinds making him look ethereal, like an angel sent from heaven as his lover looked up at him.

"come on, since the season started it feels like we barely get to spend weekends together any more. i know it sucks that i can't always travel with you, but i want to enjoy the time that we do have."

can't argue with that, yuki thought to himself as he grabbed one of the bamboo pillows in his lovers bed, gently hitting her side with it. "then don't. don't go to work. stay here with me."

"you changed your tune fast." y/n giggled, sitting up to hit him with her own pillow, a giggle escaping her throat. "but we have a really important client meeting today."

"stay." yuki whined, continuing his side of the pillow fight before he found himself on top of y/n, the sheets pulled up over his bottom half, and his thigh in between her legs. "stay with me today. call in sick." he encouraged, pressing kisses to her neck as she hummed softly, tangling her fingers in his hair.

"but we're short staffed this week. and i can't just not go, especially with our biggest client coming in today.' she said sadly, disappointed that she had her lover wouldn't be able to continue with their morning jaunt in the sheets.

"it's okay." yuki reassured her, sitting up and knocking two pillows off the bed in the process. "go for a shower, and i'll make you lunch."

"you don't have to do that. i'll just go out with samra and milo."

yuki silenced her protests with a kiss, not minding her morning breath one bit as he held her close. food was his love language. he loved cooking things for the people he loved, his girlfriend included. "go for your shower. i'll make a pot of hot chocolate while i'm at it."

"you're the best." she smiled, pecking his lips before clambering out of bed, her sleep shirt riding up to give her lover a glimpse at her patterned panties (patterned with lemons and daisies no less) as she picked up the bamboo pillows. "i love you." she called, slipping out of the bedroom and down the hall to the full-sized bathroom.

"love you too!" yuki shouted, quickly making the bed before he slipped out to the kitchen, still wearing his pajamas.

it was a quiet, simple kind of love that they shared. the kind that songs were written about. yukis status had never been important to y/n.

he heard the radio turn off upstairs, cutting off mid-song. minutes later, she came bouncing down the stairs, dressed in silk dress pants and a short-sleeved lavender button down, her still-damp hair held back by a plastic clip shaped like a butterfly.

she was beautiful as always.

the kitchen smelled like ginger chicken dumplings as she came up behind her lover, wrapping her arms around his waist as she rested her head on his shoulder, kissing his neck softly.

“thank you, baby. that smells great.”

“don’t worry about it. I’ve already packed you a bento box of dumplings and rice, and there’s french toast on the table.”

“what did I do to deserve you?” she said softly, kissing his cheek before grabbing the small plastic container, wrapped in a hello kitty patterned cloth. “do you want me to pick up a pizza on the way home?”

yuki shook his head, taking a seat across from her at the kitchen table. “I’m going to order ahead, get it delivered. should I rent a movie?”

“of course. I love you.”

“love you, too.” yuki grinned. “have a good day at work, sweetheart.”

and as he watched her walk out the front door, a bright smile on her face as she waved to him, she was struck with a simple, alarming, thought.

I want to marry that girl.

ii

she sat on the plastic seat in the airport terminal as she watched a series of flights come and go. she had insisted that they do this trip her way: an econo flex flight to tampa on a commercial plane, no airport lounge before a balcony cabin on a carnival cruise up the panama canal.

yuki smiled as he stared at her from across the terminal, a styrofoam starbucks tray in his hand and a freshly-bought paperback in the other. he knew how much this trip meant to her, how hard she had to beg for the time off work.

how she had insisted on doing the trip her way when yuki could have easily booked a resort and gotten a private charter flight anywhere in the world. it was just something that made him love her even more.

“hey, beautiful.” he said, sitting next to her and passing her a starbucks cup as she curled into his side, her head securely resting on his shoulder. “I got you something.”

he passed her the paperback lauren asher novel, watching as her eyes lit up. “baby, I brought my ereader. you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to. I figured you’d go through most of the books on your ereader before the cruise was over anyways.” yuki laughed, leaning in to kiss her. “I know you’re always happier when you have a book with you.”

“thank you.” she smiled before kissing him again.

she sat back in the plastic chair, resting her head against her lover as she opened the paperback. the driver kissed the top of her head, gently running his fingers through her hair as she began to read, a content sigh leaving her lips.

he almost said it, unplanned and unromantic in the middle of manchester airport terminal two.

we should get married.

the words had been on the top of his tongue, and he was so sure that he had muttered the words under his breath.

but of course, she didn’t hear him, so wrapped up in the letters printed on pages in front of her.

he could have stayed like this forever, had their flight not been called for boarding fifteen minutes later.

iii

his entire body ached. triple headers were relentless, and yuki tsunoda felt beat. he’s barely moved from the couch all day, watching reruns of law and order: special victims unit all morning.

“baby, I’m home.” y/n called softly, opening the front door. “I brought fish and chips, and I stopped at the drug store to pick up a new heating pad. I think the cord in the old one is broke.”

“ugh, you’re an angel, sweetheart!”

y/n smiled, coming over to the living room with the rolled up heating pad in one hand and the takeaway in the other. “you would do the same for me, babe.”

she plugged the heating pad into the wall, lifting up her lovers shirt so she could rest the pad against his sore back. she leaned over him, kissing him softly as yukis hand came up to rest against her ass, her cleavage staring him down from the collar of her fitted dress.

“oi.” she laughed, pulling away to get plates for the takeaway. “you need to rest up. you have another race in a week.”

“can I just not go? can liam take this one?”

y/n laughed, rolling her eyes as she emptied the styrofoam container onto a ceramic plate. for an athlete, she had never met someone who hated physical activity as much as her boyfriend did.

“I’m not even going to dignify that with a response, love.” she placed the plates on the coffee table, wiping her greasy hands on a tea towel before turning towards the staircase.

“where are you going, pretty girl?” yuki asked, almost whining as he reached for the tv remote. “i need cuddles.”

“just let me change, babe! if I get gravy on this dress, the dry cleaning bill might just kill me.”

she ran up the stairs, yukis eyes trained on her ass as she went. as he thought about y/n, and how pretty she was, and how loved she made him feel, and how she put up with him even when his work schedule was crazy.

how she made him feel like the luckiest man alive.

he asked himself: why haven’t I proposed to her yet? this is the woman i want to spend the rest of my life with.

iv

the sun was slowly sinking over the horizon as the happy couple sat at the wrought-iron patio table. yukis hand rested softly against the table, with y/n tracing shapes on the back of his hand as restaurant goers chatted in french around them. the south of france was the one trip that y/n had let yuki pay for in full, private jet and all.

she had a feeling that he had something planned, but she wasn’t sure what. it was their third anniversary, after all.

“babe, you’re staring again.” y/n giggled, looking over at her lover. “whatcha thinking about?”

“I’m not staring! I’m just admiring you. thinking about how much i love you.”

she looked over the flickering candle in the middle of the table to smile at yuki, resting her hand on top of his. “i love you too. happy anniversary, my love.”

the waiter came back with their dessert: two small plates of cheesecake, placing them in front of the couple before bowing gently and backing away from the table. the dirty dancing soundtrack was playing on the radio, fairy lights twinkling in the air above them, and yuki knew what he needed to do.

he could feel his palms getting sweaty as he slipped his hand out of y/n’s, reaching into the pocket of his cargo shorts.

y/n could hardly believe her eyes when yuki placed the small red box on the table, opening the lid to reveal the small diamond ring.

“u/n, these last three years have felt like a fever dream. the good kind, the kind that you never want to end. you make me a better man, bring me back to life when there’s no gas left in the metaphorical tank. i want you, in the best of ways and the worst of ways. i need you by my side. i don’t want to spend another minute of my life without you. y/n, will you marry me?”

“yes, of course I will!” she sobs, mascara running as she allows yuki to slide the ring into her finger.

“happy anniversary, darling.”

BONUS

yukitsunoda she said yes! I can’t wait for our next adventure ❤️

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[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

The Taste of Champagne - Carlos Sainz

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Ah Monza. The most Ferrari of all weekends on the calendar. You were excited, and so was Carlos. But you were also really nervous. You both knew that Max would prove difficult at the start, but he had put it on pole the previous day. 

Carlos had been stressing about it all evening and all morning, and it was understandable. The majority of the fans that you could see in the stands, from the garage, were dressed in scarlet as the flags with the prancing horse were waved around. 

So many donned the '16' or the '55' of the Ferrari boys, and they wanted a win just as much as Charles and Carlos did. But, a win wasn't expected. That was pretty much reserved for Max at this point. But that didn't mean they couldn't put it on the podium. 

Before you let him have the time to himself to focus before the race, you thought you'd reassure him. "Hey, how you feeling?" You asked, standing beside him. 

"Scared, excited, nervous," he nodded, turning to look at you, "So a mix of everything, really," watching as his car was getting ready to be taken out onto the grid. "Well, no matter what happens out there, I'll be proud of you. And, most importantly, they'll be proud of you," you said, motioning to the crowds in the stands.

"They adore you, Carlos. They're just glad to get to see you race. Even if you came last they'd be cheering you home," you told him, watching as a small smile sprawled across his face. 

"Well then, I've got to give them what they want," he smirked, pulling his race suit up and threading his arms through the sleeves. He zipped it up, but your hands found their way to the velcro that fastened the neck straps on.

You pressed the pieces together, then pulled him in by the neck for a tender kiss. "Good luck, but you don't need it," you smiled, leaving him to get in the zone for racing.

"Thank you," he said as he watched you walk away to your spot in the garage. As everyone set off for the formation lap, everyone expected the five red lights to be going out any minute, but then the camera panned to Yuki Tsunoda pulling over and you heard his radio saying there had been an engine failure.

The cars all lined up on the grid, waiting for the race to start, but it didn't come. Race control sent the cars out on another formation while they decided what they were going to do with Yuki's car. They all got back into their grid spots, but there was still no race start in sight.

You sat there as the drivers were asking what was happening, and the teams could only tell them what they knew, and that wasn't very much. You saw as the mechanics were all lining up at the end of the pit lane to go out and stop the cars from overheating. 

In your ears, you heard Carlos saying that they would have to do another formation lap, and the engineers couldn't do anything but agree with him. You were panicking slightly, since you didn't want him to be put off by the chaos of this happening. 

Typical, it had happened on the one day that Carlos was on pole and he needed to concentrate more that ever. But, you knew he'd keep his cool, he'd been doing this for long enough. Eventually, the mechanics all scurried back to the garages, exhausted from running around the place like maniacs. 

They were sent off onto the third, and hopefully final, formation lap of the race and your heart was jumping out of your chest in anticipation and nerves. The five red lights lit up, and went out. Max lunged for Carlos, Charles lunged for Max behind.

Carlos managed to stay in front as you bounced your legs nervously. For fourteen whole laps, Carlos managed to stay in front, and you couldn't be prouder of what he had already done. He had defended brilliantly, but Max managed to slither around him. 

Everyone in the garage audibly gasped in disappointment, but his car was quicker. You thought that maybe Charles could keep Checo back, but he had DRS and eventually sailed past him. You heard Checo over the radio, saying Carlos needed to leave the space.

You couldn't help but giggle at it, but you were also scared that Carlos could possibly get a penalty. But, once Checo had scooted around Carlos, he stopped complaining. You were all gutted that the Ferrari 2-3 had been taken away, but you couldn't wipe the smile off your face at seeing Carlos in a podium position. 

As the race slowly got towards the end, Charles decided he thought it would be fun to try and joust with Carlos for the P3. Everytime he tried to lunge down the inside, you audibly winced. At one point, they nearly made contact and you thought your heart was going to jump out of your throat. 

The nerves you felt almost made you feel ill, and it felt like you couldn't breathe. You heard the radio beep in your ears, and you thought one of them was going to say that they had gotten damage from the other and couldn't finish the race. 

Thankfully, it was the sweet sound of Carlos, telling them to 'Bring it home!'. You couldn't help but repeat the words as him and Charles hurtled down the main straight, practically side by side. 

You took your headphones off and started cheering, but you needed to see Carlos as he pulled into the Parc Ferme. You were stood there, next to all of the Ferrari mechanics as the cameras were fixed onto Max. 

As you waited for him, you couldn't help but feel the overwhelming sense of pride that he had done it. He didn't had a break through the whole race, and he had done absolutely brilliantly. After hugging the engineers, he spotted you and walked straight up to you. 

"You did phenomenally!" you shouted over the noise, throwing your arms around his neck over the barrier. "That was exhausting," he laughed, pulling out of the hug.

"It might have been, but you hear that?" You said, stopping talking and gesturing over to the stands. "Max may have broken the record, but they're all cheering for you," you said, unable to stop smiling. "I am so proud of you," you gushed, pulling him for another hug.

"Go on, go and get ready for your podium," you smiled, watching as he went to go and do his interview with Nico.  You ran to get a good spot under the podium, and cheered with everything you had as e was announced and walked out onto the podium. 

The fans were screaming with you, and you wanted to frame the moment. He had raced so well this weekend, and you couldn't have been happier. Just getting to see him smile as he stood there, in the striking scarlet of Ferrari, was all you ever needed. 

As the Dutch national anthem played, he found you in the crowd and sent you a sneaky wink as the butterflies came alive in your stomach. Even after being with him for a few years, you never got used to the little things that made you fall in love with him all over again. 

Carlos was the last person to be presented with his trophy, and you couldn't help but think it was because he was the hero of the hour in Monza. You could tell by the smirk on his face that he was lapping up every second of it. He loved to be in the spotlight, and he completely deserved it. 

He was motioning for the crowd to cheer louder, and louder they did cheer. He was their hero of the day, and he knew that. Hoisting the trophy in the air, the fans cheered, but none of them were as zealous as you. You jumped and clapped for him,  waiting for the champagne to be popped open. 

Carlos sprayed it at Checo and Max, before turning over to the crowd. He shook the bottle over everyone, and you felt some of the droplets land on you from the spray. The look of pure joy and elation on his face was beyond priceless, and you wanted to freeze time and stay there forever.

Eventually, they walked off the podium and you knew you would find Carlos in the motorhome. You struggled to shuffle through the hordes of delighted Ferrari fans and found yourself in the very crowded paddock. 

It took a while, but you were in the Ferrari motorhome and your eyes were wandering around the place. "Y/N, driver's room," Charles told you as he walked by. He knew why you were there - well, everyone did. 

You pretty much ran there, and you didn't even bother with knocking on the door. You wasted no time in flinging your arms around his neck and hugging him as hard as you could. Pulling back, you couldn't help but notice how good doing well looked on him. 

He was practically glowing, his hair was ruffled to perfection and champagne was still practically dripping off him. "Well hello to you too," he smiled, putting his hands on your waist.

"You have no idea how proud of you I am right now," you said, moving your hands to his face. "You physically could not have done any better," you gushed.

"Thank you, I tried my best," he chuckled, looking down at you. Having you that proud of him made his heart flutter in his chest. After all, everything he did was for you, and having you there was better than any trophy he could ever get.

That smile on your face was nicer, more special, more decadent than any champagne or win. "You're brilliant," you told him, pulling his face closer to you. "Not as brilliant as you are," he said, stealing your lips with his. He tasted like champagne and victory, and there was simply nothing that could compare to it. 

"You taste like champagne," you smirked against his lips, lapping up all of it. Sure, it was good on a normal day, but it tasted even better with success tied to it. "Tonight, you can have as much as you want," he said, pulling you back in. 

Without breaking the kiss, Carlos picked you up and into his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He pushed the door closed, and victory had never tasted sweeter.

A/N - I love this man so much it's not even funny. He brought it home, he looked incredible while doing it, and he made us as proud as we could have possibly been. Vamos querida!

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Part 2 baby :) 2024 driver line-up

F1 Drivers as horse breeds (Part 2)

Carlos Sainz Jr

Carlos is also an Andalusian (Like Fernando) just a bit younger and not yet at the top of his game :) I imagine him and Fernando being related somehow also :)

Sergio 'Checo' Perez

Checo was a bit difficult, buttt I finally ended up on a somewhat tired, calm and lazier lesson horse that doesn’t really like going around in circles with the younger kids. Maybe he only loves when the ‘real’ equestrians ride him because they know what they’re doing :) As a breed I chose a Galiceno pony, an endangered Mexican pony breed that are really good sportponies!

George Russel

For George, because of his bit more regal attitude (PR prince George), I chose a Cleveland Bay. This is also an endangered breed, English, that is used a lot by the English royal family. I imagine him as one of the main carriage horses, calm and collected and reliable.

Oscar Piastri

(Go Oscar! Maiden win baby!!) For Oscar I picked a Waler horse because this is a very general looking warmblood breed, but is actually a pretty unique breed from Australia! I imagine him as a pretty skilled showjumper that is calm and looks pretty lazy but loves going fast and jumping high.

Zhou Guanyu

For Zhou I actually imagine him as a pretty good racehorse, not as great as Lewis or Seabiscuit but definitely decent. But mostly I imagine him getting really popular because he’s a pure white horse or like a very rare coat or an more average coat with a somatic mutation :)

Kevin Magnussen

When I was researching Danish horse breeds I came across the Jutlander draft horse and somehow it just fit perfectly. Just imagine a taller an a tad more lanky baroque type Nico and a smaller, chunky and round Kevin ;3 I imagine him being stalled at the same estate/stable as Nico and that they started out as ‘enemies’, constantly fighting but that they switched up pretty fast and now they’re bff’s!

Yuki Tsunoda

For Yuki I immediately knew what breed; a Shetland pony >:) I imagine him doing marathons with his owner. A really cheeky, stubborn pony that loves to work and food even more.

Alex Albon

For Alex I tried really hard to find a Taiwanese breed, but I just couldn’t find one. So I went with a Hackney Horse. A nice and flashy breed, I imagine Alex being a silly little goofball, a happy go lucky type that loves to show off but also loves playing in the field.

Lance Stroll

Lance was actually really hard to get a read on >.< But eventually I ended up on a Rocky Mountain Horse. This five-gated horse breed, that originates from Kentucky, is hard working, loves to go on trial rides and is a good show horse. I imagine Lance going on weeks long trail rides through the words with his owner, enjoying stretching his legs over the vast plains.

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summer of cum day 4: prostate massage

(previous days)

yuki tsunoda/michael italiano. 928 words.

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Getting stretched out and rubbed down on the massage table was easily one of the best parts of Yuki’s job. At least Michael let him eat what he wanted within pretty good reason, but that meant he had to train hard to maintain his foodie lifestyle and his racing career.

The trade off, though, was Michael’s big, strong hands manipulating his muscles and grinding out the knots in his back and rubbing him down and Yuki could not help the little groans and moans he let out because Michael really knew what he was doing and Yuki was loving every bit of it.

So was his dick.

It wasn’t unusual to get a little hard-on on the massage table in general but it was almost impossible not to when it was Michael and his strong hands, his huge body, the strength he had to really work Yuki’s muscles.

So when Michael’s hands moved to his upper thighs Yuki didn’t hesitate to spread them a little and rock his body back into Michael’s touch, getting Michael’s clever thumbs digging in just at the curve of his ass just underneath his little sport shorts.

He heard Michael’s little snicker and Yuki grinned, burying his face in his folded arms to hide the little blush no doubt creeping up his cheeks. Michael knew all his tells by now and for that, Yuki was grateful.

Yuki nibbled his lip as Michael’s thumbs slipped that much higher under the legs of his shorts, digging in and spreading him a little before sliding back to urge Yuki to get up on his knees a little. Yuki did and Michael wasted no time in hooking his fingers into the waist of Yuki’s little shorts to tug them down and off, Yuki kicking them off his ankle before settling back down against the table. His dick was pressed between the table and his belly, actually hard now, as Michael’s now-oily hands returned to rub slick between Yuki’s cheeks and down over his hole, the sensitive bit of skin between it and his balls.

“I think I know what you really need,” Michael said, low, hot, making Yuki nod and spread his legs a little wider. He definitely wanted it. Groaned for it when Michael pressed a slick finger inside of him; slow, gentle, letting Yuki get used to it. He hardly needed the waiting period, already relaxed and loose from the earlier rub down.

“Come on,” Yuki whined a bit, already wanting more, eager to feel Michael rub over that delightful, secret spot inside him. Behind him, Michael’s free hand gave his ass a smack and he tsked him for his impatience.

All Yuki could do was whimper, pout, whine as Michael’s thick, long fingers worked him open, slowly plunging in deeper each time but purposefully avoiding curling up to his prostate. He was teasing and Yuki was frustrated, hips rocking down against the table to get some friction on his dick since Michael was taking his sweet time to give Yuki what he wanted.

Yuki gasped, back arching and hips lifting back when Michael finally relented and grinded his fingers over his prostate. He whimpered, unable to help the way he pushed himself up onto his knees, face smushed into the table below, all but fucking presenting himself and begging for it.

“There you go,” Michael’s hushed voice cooed to him, his free hand running smoothly up and down Yuki’s back while his other hand continued the gentle but constant pulsations inside of Yuki.

“Oh my god,” Yuki shuddered, mouth falling open in a moan. He could feel himself leaking pre-cum, little drips falling onto the massage table below where he was up on his knees. His thighs trembled as he rocked back against Michael’s hand, wanting to get more of him, feel the stretch of Michael’s thick fingers at his rim, the pulsing presses against his prostate sending pure bliss up his spine.

“Good boy,” Michael told him, easing back before sinking a third finger into Yuki, the stretch just that perfect bit more, the full feeling inside him that much better. “You’re so wet, making a mess all over my table,” he said, making Yuki gasp and press himself up on his elbows so he could hang his head down and look; look down his body at the drips, the puddle of pre-cum beneath him. Michael was right. It is a mess.

“Almost there,” Yuki gasps, hips bucking back at a particularly deep press of Michael’s fingers against his prostate. Michael is going to fucking milk his orgasm out of him and Yuki couldn’t be happier right now.

He’s panting, whimpering, trying so hard not to wiggle all around at how good it feels until. Until Michael starts pulsating his fingers and that’s enough. Yuki gasps, watches his dick jerk, watches himself come splatters all over the massage table as Michael keeps the steady pressure on his spot. It’s everything. He’s come just from getting fucked before, and it’s always amazing, but there’s nothing quite like the steady, consistent, rapid pulsating pressure of Michael’s fingers to send him over the fucking edge.

Yuki feels like his orgasm goes on forever, pulled out of him, so bone-deep satisfying he’s not sure he’s even alive anymore. Michael may have killed him. Prostate milked to death. What a way to go.

“Make sure you clean up, don’t want any mess left on my table,” Michael says as he eases his fingers out. Yuki can hear Michael’s smirk before he feels Michael’s playful smack to his ass.