#the-flaneur

as you eagerly stumbled towards the open air ice rink, earmuffs and beanie perched carefully on your head, oscar couldn’t help but look nervously at the ice. yes, he had occasionally visited some of england’s indoor and outdoor ice rinks, but the fear of injuries during his karting days had quickly put a stop to any attempts to even step on the ice. 

call his manager overly cautious, but there was no way they were risking any of the time and investment of himself and his parents, just for it to come down to a dangerous quick slip on the ice.

after confessing he had never stepped foot on the icy surface, you practically demanded that the two of you would go to a rink for a taste of the perfect winter. and as the final race finally rolled around, and oscar was left to enjoy his well deserved holidays from mclaren, you snagged two tickets to the rink and excitedly drove there the whole way. although, oscar may have preferred you not to have belted the entire tunes of frozen just to “get him in the icy spirit”

“osc! don’t be so scared, i’ll be here the whole time,” you grinned, checking and tightening your skate laces once more, before joining the equally eager queue of young children, couples and families waiting to step out onto the rink. 

rolling his eyes cheekily, oscar let you drag him at the gate before gripping tightly onto his arm and the barrier like a vice. as you almost tumbled straight into the crowd, he grinned, “careful there babe, you can’t abandon me now,” as he stepped beside you.

gripping the wall, you slowly edged your way around the rink. oscar’s right behind you, although you don’t dare look back from the fear of crashing into someone or something.  you’re flinching when speed skaters pass you and……and oh my god? is that oscar?

“osc?” you mutter confusedly, watching your boyfriend immediately push off into the middle of the rink, before doing a half turn??? since when did he suddenly become yuzuru hanyu…except australian? and not actually an ice skater?

at your incredulous and ridiculously jaw dropped face, oscar grins, gliding effortlessly towards you, movements fluid and graceful like a swan, "what, you didn't know i had a secret talent? imaging the british winters really helps," he teases, striking another pose in front of you, making you squawk in surprise.

"okay, okay, enough showing off piastri," you shout, laughing at his antics, "with this new talent please focus on getting your very terribly trained girlfriend through this without face-planting." oscar winks at you as he reaches out to take your hand, helping steady you as you both make your way (slowly) around the rink.

"you're really good at this. do i need mark to sign you up for the national team?” you tease, slowly pushing more confidently, although not without the occasional arm flapping and pounding heart.

rolling his eyes at your quip, he snarks “pretty sure the australian team is defunct babe, we’re not exactly known for a white christmas.” laughing and feeling more at ease now that he's holding your hand, you grin playfully "well, maybe you could revive it then?" 

pouting, oscar begins to slowly pull you away from the barrier, much to your chagrin. you attempt to yelp out at him to stop taking everything so quickly, and let you slow down, before teasing back, that “being fast” was in fact his job. smiling at his sass, you laugh and shake your head, “alright alright, mr. speed demon, let's just get through this without too many bruises, okay?"

as you continued circling the rink, oscar's grip on your hand remained reassuringly firm, guiding you along, dodging unruly children who unfortunately had no sense of personal space nor spatial awareness and unruly adults who also unfortunately had no sense of personal space nor spatial awareness. however, every so often, he shoots you encouraging glances over his shoulder, his rich brown eyes sparkling with amusement and affection.

"i swear, if you trip again, i'm carrying you the rest of the way," he jokes, his voice low and teasing. you had somehow managed to clip your own blade as you attempted to avoid crashing into another skater, but the sound of his laughter sends a warm flutter through your chest. you both manage a few more laps, gradually growing more comfortable on the slippery surface, but still gripping his hands tightly. 

eventually, you begin to glide smoothly across the rink, the rhythmic clicks of your blades filling the crisp winter air, "you're doing great!" oscars exclaims, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as you complete a lap without him or stumbling, "i knew you'd pick it up in no time." you flash him a grateful smile, the cold forgotten in the comfort of his words and touch.

suddenly, the familiar tune of "all i want for christmas is you" fills the rink, you can't help but enthusiastically lip sync to mariah’s passionate intro, a wide grin spreading across your face. as the bells ring out, oscar’s eyes twinkle with mirth as he leads you into a dance on the ice, "come on babe, let's show these skaters how it's done!" he grins, pulling you close.

your bodies nearly touch as you twirl around the rink. the cold air seems to vanish, replaced by the warmth of his proximity and the magic of the christmas season (as corny as it may seem), "it's about time we got to this holiday classic," he teases, his voice smooth in your ear. "although, i think the real question is... what else do you want for christmas, babe?"

"mmm, well, aside from you not being such a show-off on the ic-.....mmpff,”

oscar cuts you off with a swift, tender kiss, his lips pressing softly against yours as the music swirls around you. when he finally breaks the kiss, leaving you breathless and smiling, he murmurs against your lips, "that's one thing i can definitely deliver on."

permanent f1 taglist (comment or msg me to join)

@charlesgirl16 @tallrock35 @sweate-r-weathe-r @unlikelystay @alex-wotton

@daisyfreecs @euphorihan @louloucs @oikarma @dying-inside-but-its-classy

@fadingcloudballoon @princessminjikwon @chick-from-nz @nina-or-anna-or-nora

@freyathehuntress

“ok ok everybody, thank you for joining us for the very first annual driver’s presentation night, hosted by yours truly, george russell. a connoisseur of powerpoint presentations, if i do say so myself,” george grinned.

the driver’s spare meeting room, which had been earlier crammed with spinning wheelie chairs and long white desks, had been replaced with the comfort of some old beanbags and blankets, as you, max, george, lando, oscar, charles, and alex settled in for a very long evening. as the last words left george's lips, a round of uncoordinated cheers erupted from the drunken audience. max let out an especially loud whoop before nearly faceplanting into a beanbag. 

"you're all welcome," he said with exaggerated politeness. "now then, without further ado, let's dive right into our first presentation of the evening!"

he gestured grandly towards you, nearly losing his balance in the process. "everyone, please welcome the one the only, the illustrious and femioone-feminonnena…blimey…” he cackled, tossing you the screen remote, “oh you know who it is…y/n! welcome yourself up to the stage,” 

"thank you, georgie poo. and hello everyone, i'm very very happy to be here tonight to present a special look back at the goat’s fashion choices. i would’ve rather regaled you with tales of his other…talents, but george made me promise to keep it pg, cause there are children here,” you giggled in front of all your friends, with a pointed look at lando and oscar, who seem to look mildly offended.

“obviously as the stunning wife of formula 1's golden boy himself," you continued, clicking onto the first slide, which showed you and lewis posed together for his recent dior collection, the boys hooting and hollering appreciatively, “i am the best and the only person able to give such a presentation, so make sure you’re listening,”

more applause and whistling followed as you clicked through to the first slide of lewis from the 2024 met gala, “of course, we gotta start off with a newfound lewis hamilton classic, the 2024 met gala. simple, classy, a great message and followed the theme, unlike so many others,” you rolled your eyes at the last bit, as the boys laughed.

“i can’t believe he disses my fashion sense, when his older met gala looks are questionable,” charles groans, swiping to show the group a photo pulled up on his phone. you sigh when you see lewis’ zig zag suit from 2019; definitely not camp enough for you or 2024 lewis.

“hey cut the man some slack,” alex laughs, seeing your pouting face, as you continue to click through the slides showcasing his various looks. the room continues to fill with laughter and playful jabs both at your commentary and the well-meaning yet snarky comments from the other drivers.

on the seventh slide, a photo of lewis in a see-through mesh top from the early 2021 season appeared on the screen, which definitely caught the drivers’ eyes. his chiseled features were highlighted with the bright backdrop, and the material of the shirt definitely emphasised his broad shoulders and toned physique. as well as the absolutely sinful tattoos criss-crossing his biceps, yummy…

"he looked absolutely dashing here, didn't he?" you purred, voice dripping with admiration. pausing the presentation, you let the image linger on the screen as you continued, "and trust me, he cleaned up even better in private that night..."

the room erupted in good-natured eye-rolls and chuckles at your suggestive remark. lando, never one to miss an opportunity, quipped, "well, we all knew lew was a total “stud”,"

oscar snorted, "yeah, until he decides to show up to the races in a black shirt and pants with hummingbirds on it," the others groaned in agreement, recalling lewis' infamous (amongst the drivers) outfit choice from several years prior. you laughed, unfazed by the teasing, "okay, okay, i get it. but this look right here? classic lewis - sophisticated, stylish, and undeniably sexy,” pointing once again to another showstopper lewis look.

you continued to advance the slideshow to the next image, another candid shot of you and lewis leaving a glamorous red-carpet event hand-in-hand. george leaned in to whisper something to alex, both of them grinning mischievously. 

george, still smitten with his own awaiting powerpoint prowess, decided to inject some competitiveness into the situation. "alright, let's not forget why we're really here, shall we? fashion, schmashion - who still really wants to hear more about y/n's insightful analysis of lewis's wardrobe choices?"

the room erupted in laughter, as you shot george a stern look, "hey now, my presentation is far more interesting than your mediocre slide designs, george!"

undeterred, george retorted, "oh yeah?” 

your face grew warm at the snide remark, but a spark of competitiveness ignited in your eyes. "oh, i think i can handle whatever you throw my way, george! don’t mess with the best," with a dramatic flourish, you clicked the remote to advance the slideshow featuring a collage of george's most...questionable outfits from past casual outings events. the drivers gasped in unison, their jaws dropping at the sight of george sporting everything from neon-colored blazers to patterned socks that clashed with his trousers. even the most tame of them were at least questionable to the discerning eye.

max let out a low whistle, while lando and oscar burst into uncontrollable laughter. with a sly grin, you continued, “i wouldn’t get ahead with the insult boys…george ain’t the only one who needs to pay for fashion crimes,”

"let's start with you, maxie," you sighed, pulling up one singular image on the presentation, the red bull racing suit, “unfortunately, your one fashion weakness is that you have no variety. did you know out of almost all the media pictures people get of you, it’s like a 1 in 500 to get one of you not in your suit, let alone anything fashionably interesting. you really need to convince pr to dress you in something else. how else am i supposed to critique you?" you humph.

max held up his hands in mock defense, laughing along with the others. "clearly, it was a stroke of genius."

as your merciless fashion critiques continued, the room descended into a fit of giggles and playful jabs. even george couldn't help but crack a smile, impressed by your preparations. lando shouted as you ripped his metaphorical fashion career away from him, "you know, if you're going to tear us apart like this, maybe we should just let you design our outfits from now on."

"oh, i think i've got enough on my plate with being mrs. hamilton already. besides, i have a feeling everyone might object to me dressing up the entire f1 grid in matching juicy couture tracksuits." the group erupted in laughter once more, and max raised his glass in a toast.

"to y/n, the only person in this room brave enough to call us out on our questionable fashion choices," max declared, his voice laced with humor and appreciation, "may her sharp tongue and keen eye for style forever keep us in check," the others echoed the toast, clinking their glasses together.

“but don’t worry i’ve saved an absolute treat for last,” you giggled, clicking towards the next slide, and the drivers, not for the first time tonight, were speechless.

there, plastered across the screen was a very…tasteful selection of lewis’ best pics. and the title: best clothes = no clothes.

being mrs hamilton was so much fun ;)

permanent f1 taglist (comment or msg me to join)

@charlesgirl16 @tallrock35 @sweate-r-weathe-r @unlikelystay @alex-wotton

@daisyfreecs @euphorihan @louloucs @oikarma @dying-inside-but-its-classy

@fadingcloudballoon @princessminjikwon @nina-or-anna-or-nora

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.

permanent f1 taglist (comment or msg me to join)

@charlesgirl16 @tallrock35 @sweate-r-weathe-r @unlikelystay @alex-wotton

@daisyfreecs @euphorihan @louloucs @oikarma @dying-inside-but-its-classy

@fadingcloudballoon @princessminjikwon @chick-from-nz @nina-or-anna-or-nora

not likely to pavlov them

lance

bro does not have the energy to fuck with you like that

in his mind

why bother

he just wants to have fun with you, and you can also have your own fun without him

then so be it

no need for any tricks

franco

has too much fun with you

thinks he's too good in bed, so why should he bother trying to manipulate what you think of him

and in his mind, it would also mean that you wouldn't genuinely think he would be good in bed

and so he can't have that

you must think he is the best

and of your own accord

pierre

thinks you should also be able to please yourself without him

besides, he likes the photos you send him when you're pleasuring yourself

so he would NEVER want to pavlov you

cause then he also has to deal with a grumpy you when you can't cum

and he doesn't get anything out of it

zhou

too much of a sweetheart to be that mean to you

like he hears you cry, moan or whine ONCE about not being able to cum without him

and then he's like "im sorry baby"

and then there's happy and fluffy makeup sex

esteban

also another sweetheart

but only cause he hears you complain in very very vulgar words what you would do to him (aka fuck him up) if he didn't let you cum without him

and he can't have that

so in order to please you

he promises to never pavlov you

and then you're both happy and satisfied

oscar

wouldn't pavlov you

for the sole reason that he finds this kinda shit stupid

he's like

"babe we're in a relationship, i can't really be demanding and/or withholding things from you,"

he's just a gentleman

also morbidly thinks about if he were to die, does that mean you just can't cum anymore?

(apparently lando said yes, so that means yes)

kevin

would think about it for like two seconds

then feel very VERY bad that he thought about manipulating you like that

thinks it's "unethical" (some of the other drivers would think otherwise, duh)

thinks about from time to time (it's his mini roman empire...maybe like the byzantine empire level of thoughts)

but cares and loves you too much for that to happen

maybe one day???

valtteri

would actually consider it

BUT would bring it up with you and consider your thoughts on it before he even tried to manipulate you

if you wanted to try it: he would make sure that it was a sound/action you wouldn't embarrass yourself too (he has too much self-respect and respect for you to out your relationship like that)

if you didn't want to try it: would back off respectfully, and maybe only ask a couple more times in the future to see if you've changed your mind

yuki

would try it once after hearing about it on the internet

gets very confused as to why it's about a dog? and not a relationship?

then once pierre explained to him properly

wanted to just try it once with you

similar to valtteri, would also ask you first if you wanted to do it, but would try to convince you to just "experiment"

like a bit more like "baby, can we try it just once please. you won't even realise it,"

could be successful (ig depending on you)

charles

finds this stuff stupid

well at least most of the time...

if you just so happen to be in the right place at the right time

for him to exact some revenge after you not so accidentally posted a thirst trap of him on your instagram account

then so be it :D

would pavlov you to the sound of him saying "fuck" in that very specific cadence when he's pissed at ferrari

liam

bro would only and ONLY pavlov you to the sound of mcqueen's kachow, just so you actually WANT watch the cars movies with him every weekend

instead of complaining that he can't actually be obsessed with the red car every SINGLE FUCKING WEEK

otherwise, he's a chill guy

lando

would only do it to tease you about it

and in a funny way, not a mean way

like a "guess you're just that needy for me sometimes babe, just kidding (teasing)" kinda way

BUT would be absolute menace about it if it happened multiple times in a row

AND ESPECIALLY if it happened in front of someone else

like max f accidentally found out the sound (aka the sound of lando's pc booting up - idk how that happened man)

and then immediately went bright red, as lando cackled his head off, and you just went to hide in the bathroom

max

would pavlov you

only cause he hates missing out on having sex with you

and he actually really misses you during the race weekends

(my boy is just a massive simp, cut him some slack)

so he wants to withhold your pleasure

just so he can be the one to give it to you

(would also pavlov you to super max or du du du du max verstappen)

alex

pavloved you cause you bullied him too hard that one time (aka multiple times)

you called him a pussy for not being able to handle spice in green curries

so he calls you a pussy in return, over the phone, as you huff about not being able to cum when he's not there

and he'll even turn off the call/facetime before you manage to convince him

so you're just horny and pissed off

(aka the best combo for angry sex when he returns)

checo

desperately trying to rewrite his place in 2024 red bull constructors shithousery

so why not rewrite how you experience pleasure with him too

it's a 2-for-1

and for the mexican cartel/sponsors, that's a done deal

sealed, stamped and sent

nico

shockingly higher than you may think

BUT

THIS MAN'S CHEEKY GRIN

tells me that he would plot everything, down to the last detail

and get away with it cause he's so damn handsome and smooth talker

but flops cause he's sometimes a bit too meticulous

and takes the focus away from your pleasure, and instead focuses on your combined pleasure

cause he just loves you (and himself) like that

carlos

would also pavlov you to the smell of chilli

or other very nice aromatics

or scented candles

makes him the kinda romantic partner to pull up to the hotel room or bedroom with that massive like set up

with a bajillion candles, rose petals and balloons

except with you

it's just like the very potent smell of chilli

and apparently (?) chilli's help with sex drive

or so he tells you

george

initially i was going to put him lower

BUT GODDAMN AFTER THIS THURSDAY HAHAHAHAH

this man.

if he has an agenda.

he will push that agenda so hard, even if you were blind, you could see it and hear it

also probably learnt the "tricks" from fernando

cause they're just buddies like that

(would also pavlov you to the sound of the british anthem)

lewis

this man is a smooth AFFFFF talker

would take like zero convincing for your body to suddenly become pliant/completely at his mercy

would also manage to convince you to pavlov yourself to the sound/recordings of senna's mp4/4 or his w11 or the v10 engine

(he's just a slut for good cars like that)

or him like singing

CAUSE HE WOULD RATHER DIE THAN SHARE THE MUSIC WITH THE REST OF THE WORLD (so there's no way anyone else would know)

but if he did release that music (lewis please, just even a snippet is gold), you're kinda screwed (in a fun way)

fernando

this man knows what he's doing

that's final. PERIOD.

he is THE certified mind games genius (or villain/psychopath, up to you)

dont think just cause you're his partner that doesn't mean he won't use your love for him to make sure that you both achieve maximum pleasure when you have sex

(he is still entirely devoted to you, and you only)

but he wants you to ONLY be satisfied when you're with him

he just wants your body to know that ONLY he, and him ALONE can make you feel good

pookie is in his feels for you

(bro would also be into edging, so yeah)

would also pavlov you to his victory celebrations, cause when you have sex, it's basically a party in the sheets ;)

they know what they're doing

permanent f1 taglist (comment or msg me to join)

@charlesgirl16 @tallrock35 @sweate-r-weathe-r @unlikelystay @alex-wotton

@daisyfreecs @euphorihan @louloucs @oikarma @dying-inside-but-its-classy

@fadingcloudballoon @princessminjikwon @chick-from-nz @nina-or-anna-or-nora

the roar of the engines echoed through the pit lane as you stepped out of your comforting blue and red racing suit, sweat-dampened hair clinging to flushed cheeks. you had followed this routine to perfection before, as a once promising young driver in the red bull junior program. but life had taken an unexpected turn - marrying your childhood sweetheart sebastian vettel had come at the expense of the seat which was once yours, falling through after intense media backlash and a lack of sponsors.

until today - mark had fallen ill at the last minute - red bull had no other choice but to throw open the door for you to reclaim your place. your heart had raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation at christian’s phone call. this was a chance to prove yourself all over again, to show everyone what you were capable of.

following the free practice session, you strode confidently through the bustling paddock, the flashing cameras and eager reporters and fans swarmed around you like a whirlwind. despite the chaos, you held your head high, a dazzling smile plastered across your face as you basked in the spotlight.

"y/n, how does it feel to be back in the hot seat?" a journalist called out, their microphone thrust forward, "and tell us what this means for your relationship with sebastian - you are both finally racing against each other…”

you laughed affectionately, slinging an arm around sebastian, who had sidled up beside you, "we of course work well together with each other and the team…" you replied, resting a hand on his arm affectionately.

"but well we all cant be the red bull golden boy,” you smirked playfully at your comment, while sebastian stuck out his tongue at you. "your wife’s got to keep you humble, huh" you retorted, poking him in the chest, "can't let that ego of yours get too big now, can we?"

he chuckled, shaking his head fondly. "with you around, i doubt that's possible." his gaze drifted to the throng of fans still calling out your name, snapping photos and waving eagerly. "they really love you, don't they? my little celebrity."

with a blush creeping up your neck, you waved at the adoring crowd, their enthusiasm infectious. you preened under the attention, reveling in the admiration. being in the limelight, having people look up to you... it was exhilarating. addictive, almost. you knew sebastian understood that pull all too well.

"you’re starting another cult. you bitch," sebastian teased fondly.

you laughed, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him close. "guilty as charged," you purred, your lips brushing against his ear. "but you know you love it. being married to the most popular driver on the grid has its perks, doesn't it?"

“don’t let lewis here you say that,” sebastian muttered gravely, “speak of the devil…”

you both turned to see lewis approaching, his signature grin wide and charming as ever. he waved at the gathered crowd before zeroing in on you and sebastian. "well well well, if it isn't the couple of f1," lewis drawled, pulling you into a friendly hug, before shaking hands with sebastian. "good to see you back in the game, y/n. those red bull boys must be thrilled to have you filling in."

sebastian rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "careful what you say, lewis. y/n might start a bidding war at mercedes."

lewis winked at you conspiratorially, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. "oh, i think she'd be worth every penny. just imagine the sparks flying between us on track... the whole world would be talking about the 'hamilton-y/n show'."

you giggled, batting your eyelashes coyly at the suggestion "are you trying to flirt with me? maybe we should stage a mock battle during qualifying to give the fans a real spectacle." lewis grinned, “is it working?” sebastian groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose as the two of you bickered.

leaving lewis chuckling to himself, you and sebastian made your way back towards the garage, the sound of busy team members growing louder with each step. the air was thick with the scent of gasoline and rubber, mingling with the hum of anticipation that always seemed to permeate the atmosphere in the hours leading up to a race.

you glanced around at the garage, soaking in your place at the helm of the team, finally, just finally able to put yourself out there and onto the track. "all this time waiting for a chance to get back behind the wheel, and now i get to share it with you," you murmured to sebastian.

our heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline surging through your veins. this was it. the moment you'd been longing for. sebastian led you over to the sleek car, its livery gleaming in the bright lights. he placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "you've got this, babe. just like old times."

leaning in, you wanted to give sebastian a kiss, but you teasingly pulled away as he leant back towards you, “hey!” he called out indignantly, trying to wrap his arms around your waist. 

"the problem is, if i kissed you, i don't think i'd be able to stop. and as much as christian loves you, i dont think he wants his star driver fucking his wife against their multimillion dollar cars,” you giggled, as sebastian pinned you against your car.

“we’ll do it after the race then,” he eagerly asserts, planting one last kiss on your forehead before heading into his car.

as the lights went out, you felt a surge of energy coursing through your body. the rush of adrenaline was intoxicating, the roar of the engines drowning out everything else. this was what you lived for - the thrill of competition, the challenge of pushing yourself to the limit. 

and you had finally, finally reclaimed that chance for yourself.

sebastian pulled alongside you as you navigated the first lap, exchanging a glance filled with competitive fire. the two of you had always pushed each other to be better, both on and off the track. and now, with the entire world watching, the stakes were higher than ever. as the laps ticked by, you found yourself locked in a fierce battle with him, the two of you trading places and fighting for every inch of track. the tension between you was palpable, an bubbling undercurrent that threatened to boil over at any moment.

your earpiece crackled to life, the voice of the engineer piercing through the din of the engine and the crowd. "y/n, horner wants you to back off on sebastian," he urged. "we don't want to risk damaging the car or jeopardising our chances at either championship." but even as the words registered, you couldn't bring yourself to let up on your lead. the urge to win, to prove yourself superior to both your husband and the team, was too strong. you ignored the warning, focusing instead on maintaining your narrow lead.

as if fate itself had intervened, sebastian's car suddenly locked up, causing him to clip the barrier and sending him careening into the wall. the crowd gasped in shock, watching sebastian climb out of the smoking wreck of his redbull, your car sailing off into the distance.

you hurriedly asked your engineer if your husband was ok, frantically trying to peer into the mirrors to see if you could see any sign of him walking out of the wreckage. you breathed a heavy sigh of release when he reported that sebastian was in fact ok, and heading back to the garage, but urged you to continue on and win the race.

you were now desperate to win, lewis’ mclaren approaching faster than you hoped from behind. you needed to do it. for yourself. for sebastian. but fuck redbull, you cheerfully giggled, clenching your hands harder against the wheel.

you were going to win it.

your heart raced as you crossed the line, the checkered flag waving triumphantly above you. you had done it. finally. you had become a grand prix winner. the first woman to win a grand prix in formula 1 history. the elation was overwhelming, a rush of power and dominance that left you breathless, as you sat in the car, your head in your gloved hands. 

with the roaring crowd, you leapt into the arms of the mechanics, your name finally being shouted across parc ferme, the joyous sound ringing in your ears as hands slapped against your back in glee. 

but sebastian wasn’t there among the team's well-wishers. only as you finally stepped on top of the winner’s podium besides lewis and fernando, your heart pounding in your chest, did you catch his eye from below, a tight smile plastered on his face.

after the ceremony, you found yourself alone in your- well mark’s driver’s room, the bustle of activity fading into the background. the ache in your muscles from the physical exertion of the race mixed with a different kind of tension, one that seemed to vibrate through every cell of your being. the tension between you and sebastian was palpable, the usual banter and playful jabs were absent, replaced by a heavy silence that hung in the air like a challenge. you could sense the unspoken words, the simmering resentment, but you refused to back down.

sebastian stood in the doorway, his usually confident and loving stride tempered by a hint of frustration. "congratulations," he said, his tone measured. 

you met his gaze head-on, refusing to back down, "what’s with the attitude? i drove my ass off out there. you know as well as i do that i earned this win." his eyes narrowed, the air between you growing thicker with unspoken hostility. "maybe so, but we're teammates today. we're supposed to support each other, not sabotage each other's chances. i’m in it to win the title this year, you’re not,"

“say that to my fucking face vettel. just try me,” you snarled, pulling your husband into the room. sebastian stumbled forwards, catching himself against the bed. his eyes widened in surprise at your sudden aggression, but a smirk soon curled his lips. "oh, so now you want to play rough?" he taunted, straightening up and closing the distance between you.

before you could react, he grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "after all this time, and you still can't look me in the eye. you think you can handle me, babe?" his thumb brushed against your lower lip, sending a shiver down your spine despite the anger burning within you.

without breaking eye contact, he leaned in, his hot breath washing over your face. "because i'm more than happy to show you exactly what happens when you cross me.” with a growl, you wrenched free from sebastian's grasp, spinning around to face him fully. your chest heaved with pent-up fury, the fabric of your racing suit straining against your breasts. "you think you're so much better than me, don't you?" you spat, hands clenched into fists at your sides.

sebastian chuckled darkly, the sound sending a chill down your spine. "better? no, i just know how to handle a brat like you." he took another step closer, his presence dominating the small space. "you want to play dirty? fine. let's see who comes out on top." in a flash, he pinned you against the wall, his body caging yours in. you struggled against him, but his grip was unyielding. "you're mine, y/n," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. 

"i don't want to be able to walk tomorrow. bet you can’t do it," you hissed, grinding your hips against sebastian's thigh in defiance. the friction sent sparks of pleasure through your core, despite the anger fueling your actions.

sebastian's eyes flashed with desire at your boldness, his grip tightening on your wrists. "is that so?" he purred, leaning in to nip at your earlobe. with a wicked grin, sebastian released your wrists, only to grab a fistful of your racing suit and yank it down, exposing your bare skin to the cool air of the garage. he muttered dirty things, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip before dipping lower to cup your sex through the damp fabric of your underwear.

you bit back a moan, your body betraying your resolve as his touch ignited a flame of lust within you. "fuck, sebastian," you breathed, arching into his palm. "you always knew how to push my buttons." he chuckled, the sound husky with arousal. "that's because i know you, darling. i know exactly what gets you going." with a swift motion, he tore your panties aside, his middle finger plunging deep into your slick channel without preamble.

"ah, fuck yes," you groaned, your inner walls clenching around sebastian's invading digit. the sudden intrusion sent a jolt of pleasure through your core, making your knees buckle slightly. sebastian's grip on your hips steadied you, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub.

"you're so wet for me already," he praised, pumping his finger in and out of your dripping pussy. "i bet you've been thinking about this all day, haven't you? wondering what i'd do if you beat me." his words struck a chord, and you nodded frantically, unable to deny the truth. "yes, goddammit! i wanted to win, but...but i also wanted you to punish me for it."

sebastian's grin was pure sin as he added a second finger, stretching and filling you further.

"punish you?" he repeated, his voice low and husky with desire. "oh, i intend to, darling. but first..." withdrawing his fingers from your soaked cunt, he brought them to his mouth, licking them clean with relish. "mmm, you taste even better than i imagined."

your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal as you watched him savor your essence. when he finished, he grasped the hem of your suit and pulled it down further, exposing your pert nipples to the chilly air. they pebbled instantly, begging for attention.

"beautiful," sebastian murmured, cupping your breasts and rolling the hardened tips between his thumbs and forefingers. "just like i remember." he leaned in, capturing one nipple between his lips and suckling firmly, sending shocks of pleasure straight to your throbbing clit.

moaning, you threaded your fingers through sebastian's hair, holding him close as he lavished attention on your breasts. the dual sensations of his tongue and fingers working in tandem had you teetering on the edge of climax, your body trembling with need.

but sebastian wasn't done yet. with a final, possessive kiss to your nipple, he released it and straightened up, a wicked glint in his eye. "time to put your money where your mouth is, darling," he purred, reaching for the zipper of his own racing suit.

you watched, breathless, as he revealed his chiseled physique inch by delicious inch. his cock sprang free, hard and thick and beautifully erect, the tip glistening with pre-cum. your mouth watered at the sight, and you licked your lips unconsciously.

sebastian's eyes followed the movement of your tongue, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "look what you do to me, sweetheart," he said, his voice heavy with lust. "you have no idea how long i've fantasized about bending you over and taking you right here, in front of everyone."

with that, he stepped forward, pressing you harder against the wall. his hand slid down to grip your throat, applying just enough pressure to assert dominance while still allowing you to breathe. "tell me you want it," he commanded, his cock brushing against your stomach, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. "tell me you need me inside you, claiming you as mine."

the roughness of his touch, combined with the raw desire etched on his face, left you weak in the knees. you nodded frantically, desperate for release. "yes, goddamn it!" you choked out, your voice strained from both his grip on your throat and the intensity of your arousal. "i want it, i need it. please, sebastian, fuck me!"

emboldened by your submission, he released your neck and spun you around, pinning you face-first against the cold metal of the bed. you felt the press of his muscular body against your back as he reached around to spread your thighs apart, baring your dripping sex to his hungry gaze. "mmm, look at you," he groaned, his fingers trailing through your slick folds. "so ready for me. you're going to feel every inch of my cock, darling."

you whimpered, pushing your hips back in an attempt to impale yourself on his thick member. sebastian chuckled darkly, enjoying your desperation. "patience, sweetheart," he cooed, his breath hot against your ear. with deliberate slowness, he pushed forward, the broad head of his dick parting your slick folds. you cried out at the sensation, your walls clenching reflexively around the intrusion. sebastian paused, giving you time to adjust, before gradually sinking deeper, inch by glorious inch.

"fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, his pace increasing as he filled you completely. once he was buried to the hilt, he stilled, letting you acclimate to the feeling of being so thoroughly stuffed.

you panted heavily, your mind reeling from the sheer size of sebastian's cock inside you. it stretched you to the limit, the slight discomfort only adding to the intense pleasure coursing through your veins.

after a moment, sebastian began to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained nestled within your entrance before surging back in, driving deep once more. the rhythm was relentless, each powerful thrust sending shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through your core. "take it, darling," he growled, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "take every fucking inch of my cock."

you could only moan in response, lost to the primal sensations consuming you. the slap of flesh against flesh echoed through the room, punctuating the obscene sounds of your bodies coming together in carnal union.

"i know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.” he smirked, the bench creaking beneath your combined weight, the metal frame straining against the force of his thrusts. you braced yourself against the surface, your fingers digging into the cold steel as he drove you closer to the brink of climax with every stroke.

suddenly, he shifted his angle, hitting that sweet spot deep within your pussy that made stars explode behind your eyelids. "sebastian!" you wailed, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. your inner muscles spasmed wildly, milking his cock as waves of intense pleasure washed through you.

through it all, sebastian didn't relent, continuing to rut into you with abandon, chasing his own release. "fuck, i'm gonna cum," he snarled, his movements becoming erratic as he neared the edge.

with a final, brutal thrust, sebastian pushed himself fully inside you, his cock pulsing as he spilled his hot seed deep into your fluttering channel. you could feel each thick spurt painting your insides, marking you as his. "fuuuck, take it all," he groaned, grinding against your ass as he emptied the last drops of his essence into your well-used pussy. the sensation of his warm cum filling you, combined with the aftershocks of your own intense orgasm, left you boneless and trembling.

“ughhhh still fuck you seb, you could’ve at least cut your wife some slack for racing you. after all, who else was going to,” you huff, trying to tug back on your racing suit, fingers brushing against your now soaked mound, as sebastian smirked behind you.

“i know you love me, my partner in crime,” he teased, sweeping you into a hug, as you grinned back.

permanent f1 taglist (comment or msg me to join)

@charlesgirl16 @tallrock35 @sweate-r-weathe-r @unlikelystay @alex-wotton

@daisyfreecs @euphorihan @louloucs @oikarma @dying-inside-but-its-classy

@fadingcloudballoon @princessminjikwon @nina-or-anna-or-nora

chaotic!zoo who alex slowly adopts over the years, eventually culminating in him and his siblings owning a multitude of pets, splitting their time between them all and travelling the world.

young chaotic!zoo who are also adopted by another honorary albon…

you :)

you’ve been the albon family neighbour since they moved into the neighbourhood when you were three (not that you remember it - only from your parent’s stories and usually tall tales). and being the same age as alex, means that you’ve also grown up alongside him

including the adoption of every member of the chaotic!zoo

young chaotic!zoo who all love you in their own fond way. like tinky, alex’s horse who you see when your two family has an overnight trip to the farm where she lives. you are the only kid she lets feed her, apart from chloe, and is a docile mare whom you love. like moomoo who purposely seeks you out to give him his treats because all the siblings refuse to do so, lest he get fat, but he still is looking very handsome after years of treats, so you must be doing something right…right?

young chaotic!zoo loves you, and you love them all to bits and pieces

young chaotic!zoo who also accompanies you in your childhood, seeing all of your biggest moments: your first day at primary school, then secondary school, birthdays, parties, friendships…

and most excitedly your first kiss; which was of course with alex

young chaotic!zoo who think it’s the cutest thing that you've been so smitten with alex since childhood, connecting over your shared love for them - you’re already one big happy family at the ripe old age of 15.

young chaotic!zoo who eventually see you and alex drift apart. it’s inevitable that the two of you would: alex’s pursuing his lifelong dream of becoming an f1 river like his idol michael schumacher and you’re slowly making your way through secondary school and uni to achieve your dream of becoming a vet

young chaotic!zoo who still hope that you and alex will eventually be reunited one day

older but chaotic!zoo who haven’t seen you in about 10 years. after alex moved away for f1, you also moved, heading to the big city to pursue a more “proper” career away from veterinary science at the behest of your parents. 

your love for animals and alex has never faded, but it’s hard to keep up with them, when life just wants to throw whatever else at you. but you’re still so proud of alex, he’s finally made his way to the top, competing in f1 like he always wanted to.

older but chaotic!zoo who upon all returning to the albon family home for this christmas are finally reunited with siblings and family for the first time in like forever. no one has pressing and emergency obligations, silly season in f1 is over (alex is solidly in williams), everyone can relax…

nosy older but chaotic!zoo who eventually finds out from alex’s parents, who found out from the mailman, who found out from the grocer, who found out from the hairdresser, who found out from the construction guys, who found out from your parents…that you would be finally coming home for christmas. 

older but chaotic!zoo who hear the doorbell ring - but everyone’s already inside?

older but chaotic!zoo who start moving, barking and meowing and clambering loudly when they see you, all bundled up for a british christmas, standing at the door.

excited and lovable!zoo who immediately pounce onto you, making you almost drop the gifts and sugar cookies you had brought over. however, as always, alex is right there by your side, and catches them all

excited and lovable!zoo who swoons at finally seeing you and alex back together after ten years, and definitely making “those” eyes at each other

excited and lovable!zoo whom you greet each and every one of them (they are practically your children), before you greet the rest of the albon family, who are equally delighted at your presence. they watch the rest of the albon siblings nudge and tease alex as you converse with his parents

sneaky sneaky!zoo who end up blocking out the other seats by not so subtly sitting in them, making you sit in the spot next to alex’s usual spot at the dinner table

sneaky sneaky!zoo who instead of retiring to the kitchen for their own dinners made specifically by mama albon, drag their bowls under the dining table and between feet, just to see and hear the conversation between you and alex.

which is definitely heading in the right direction…or so they think

sneaky sneaky!zoo who later that evening hears alex ramble on about his best friend, georgie aka george russell, in his childhood bedroom, you lounging in a beanbag and alex in his bed.

you’ve never heard alex talk about this “georgie”, so when he says his name for the first time, you mistakenly hear “georgina” - and are consequently disappointed to hear how close alex and this “woman” have gotten 

confused!zoo who makes their way into the room, only to see your face fall more and more as alex continues to lavish with great detail about the many late night dinners, paddle games and constant presence at the f1 paddock this “woman” has. 

are they dating or not?

confused!zoo who watches you grumpily dismiss alex in the middle of explaining his and “georgina’s” two week holiday to paris, to stiffly go back downstairs and say your goodbyes to the rest of the albon family, lest you stay for another three hours to hear about this “woman”

pouting!zoo who also watches alex’s face fall…do you not care about him anymore?

impertinent!zoo who refuses to let you leave without saying goodbye to alex, once you’ve laughed and smiled your way through goodbyes to the albon siblings, parents and all the pets, before going home

impertinent!zoo who take to blocking the doorway and barking, meowing and trying to trip your feet up

impertinent!zoo who gets both of your shoes into their mouths and start running off upstairs back to alex’s room with them

impertinent!zoo who take you all the way back to alex’s room, where he’s now on a call with the “woman”, hearing a georgie slip out of his mouth in a muffled groan

impertinent!zoo who pushes on the door, making you fall into the room mid-conversation, only to see a man’s face staring back at you from alex’s phone as he quickly tries to pull you back onto your feet

“is…that…georgina?” you ask confusedly, squinting as you look at alex’s phone to see a tall, lanky man squinting back

“georgina? what shit have you been saying about me alex?” george huffs, trying to introduce himself to you.

“wait? did you think george was a woman?” alex raises an eyebrow, turning back to you, and placing a hand on your shoulder before he started keening over in laughter.

giggling!zoo who watches you and alex start giggling, as george’s face turns into a sarcastic frown at your laughter, before he sighs and leaves with one last snark at his best mate

“just don’t mess it up this time albon,” he sighs and ends the facetime.

giggling!zoo who watches alex sheepishly scratch his neck before hesitantly grabbing your hand

“...well i don’t know if you heard it before you fell into the room, but…” alex starts, staring nervously into your eyes. you just smile softly, nodding at him to continue

“reallymissedyouandiwaswonderingifyouwantedtogooutfordinnertomorrow,” he shifts back awkwardly, squeezing his eyes shut before he can see your reaction.

giggling!zoo who sighs that luckily for alex, you return the favour, with a kiss on his nose, before scooping up otti and making him lick alex’s cheek

“ugh! y/nnie…” he sighs before wrapping you in his arms, and returning the kiss on your own nose

“i guess it’s a christmas miracle this year,” you laugh as the rest of the pets barrel in, leaving you and alex with your little family again.

[next]

permanent f1 taglist (comment or msg me to join)

@charlesgirl16 @tallrock35 @sweate-r-weathe-r @unlikelystay @alex-wotton

@daisyfreecs @euphorihan @louloucs @oikarma @dying-inside-but-its-classy

@fadingcloudballoon @princessminjikwon @nina-or-anna-or-nora

lewis, max, charles

carlos, lando, oscar

george, yuki

permanent f1 taglist (comment or msg me to join)

@charlesgirl16 @tallrock35 @sweate-r-weathe-r @unlikelystay @alex-wotton

@daisyfreecs @euphorihan @louloucs @oikarma @dying-inside-but-its-classy

@fadingcloudballoon @princessminjikwon @chick-from-nz @nina-or-anna-or-nora