#f3 blurb

[httpiastri]

luke browning x reader

"hey, you're not falling asleep on me, are you?"

luke's soft laughter, in combination with the little squeeze of his hand around yours, has your heart fluttering in your chest for a moment. "no..." you mumble, voice laced with tiredness and the side of your head still leaning against his shoulder.

luke raises an eyebrow, though you can't see it through your mostly shut eyelids, but he keeps on walking. he's surprised that your legs can carry you still, since you're clinging onto him for dear life. "then what's going on?" he asks.

"i'm just... savoring the moment..." you let out a little breath, lifting your head from his shoulder to sleepily blink up at him. "come tomorrow, you'll be busy with all of your racing stuff again, and..."

the chuckle that rises from his throat has a hint of guilt in it, but you don't notice. luke understands exactly what you mean. you've just spent a lovely night together, having dinner at a cute little restaurant before roaming the streets and seeing the sun set among the austrian mountains. it has been one of your only days alone in months, due to luke always being so busy with his racing, so you try your best to soak up the last few moments of the night.

"it's not like i'll be busy all weekend, you know," he says, interlacing your fingers with his. "and if you come visit me in the paddock, i'll spend as much time with you as i can."

you hum. "sounds a bit like you'd do it just because i want to, not because you do..."

luke shakes his head as the two of you stop for a red light, his hand letting go of yours and instead grabbing your hips with both of them. "that couldn't be further from the truth. of course i want to see you."

the slight pout you present makes his heart skip a beat, an uninterpretable sound leaving his lips. his hands slide past your hips, pulling your body flush against his.

"you're my lucky charm," he presses a kiss to the top of your head when your arms wrap around his torso, before resting his chin on you. "so i have a feeling i'll do pretty alright this weekend."

his heartbeat is loud and clear when you rest your head against his chest, the gentle pitter-patter making your eyelids grow even heavier. luke notices this, of course, and can't help but laugh.

"am i going to need to carry you back to the hotel, huh?"

"i think you are..."

[turn3tifosi]

IV. that's me

luke browning x heiress!reader

despite your warnings, luke still wants to be with you. and despite your reluctance, you still enjoy your every moment with him.

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The first time Luke had met you, it had been at a Williams event. It had been a boring event, but sometime during the night, you had started talking to him, and it made the whole event seem better than it was. 

“Are you sure you want to hear more?” You asked him, both of you laughing about the story of a guy trying to propose to you by getting in your dad’s good books, and how it failed miserably. 

“I might be sweet tonight, but things are different when morning comes. I am my father’s daughter, jealous and proud. I am not the type you would date and think “I want to make her my wife”. So, Luke Browning, do you still want to hear more from me?” You had cautioned him. You had told him that you could sometimes be too busy to reply, and may be too strong willed for any guy. 

That’s when Luke knew he wanted to date you. He wanted to change the fact that you believed showing anger would be a deal breaker. Even though Luke saw you as an angel, the truth was that you were human too, and deserved to have feelings, even if they were negative.

That one conversation led to you two sharing phone numbers and texting all the time. 

“I am not a man’s toy, I’ll never be” you had texted him during a conversation about how your dad’s friend’s son, “an ivy league b*stard” you had called the guy, was trying to get you to date him.

It had been months after you two had met, when Luke finally got the courage to invite you to a date. It wasn’t a grand Michelin restaurant, it was his apartment’s kitchen. “I don’t believe in fairytales-” you had told him as you were helping him clean the dishes, long after you two had had dinner. “-but I do believe in sympathy.”

You had invited Luke to a party one of your “friends” was throwing, and even though Luke felt completely out-of-place, he wanted to spend time with you and was happy with the arrangement. “I like you- A LOT” You had confessed on the balcony of your friend’s mansion. “But I am not the type of girl to hide my face, blushing and all.”

“Well, I like you too. And about the blushing thing, we’ll see.” You had laughed when he had said that, and Luke thought about the quote from one of the Grishaverse books (that you had told him all about). Something about wanting to bottle her laughter, and Luke knows he would have done so if he could. 

“There's a special love, like an eagle flying with a dove. I'll find it in the end” was one of the things you had said during your first conversation ever, and at the dinner you guys went to, celebrating his race win, you told him that you had found the special love, in him. 

“So you better not break my heart,” there was a hint of teasing in your voice, but Luke reassured you genuinely, “Wouldn’t dream of it, Madam.”

Author's note: Don't really like it much wanted to do it for Luke's pole yesterday!!

[unluckyhoneybee]

Hi, love your page, i wanted to ask if you could do a lil smutty w arthur plsss

Note: thank you sweetie. I hope you like this one.

Warning: +18. Fingering. Semi-public sex. NOT EDITED.

"Arthur"

Your boyfriend looked at you with puppy eyes, pretending he hadn't broke a plate on his life but with his hand still traveling up your leg.

"Arthur." You warned again. There was people around. His brother Lorenzo was there, people from Ferrari too.

You couldn't warn him a third time. When his fingers reached your underwear, your breath got stolen from your lungs.

"You are so wet" He whispered leaning over your ear.

You bit your lip and nodded at him. His beautiful eyes were on your lips and you knew he wanted to kiss you. He had been teasing you for a while, his hand playing with the hem of your dress for a long time know.

"Let's go somewhere else"

You nodded again.

He took your hand and after giving Lorenzo some stupid excuse he pulled you to the closer corridor.

"Arthur, were are we going?" You could barely follow him, your dress made it difficult for you.

"I know there is a balcony somewhere."

When you finally found it, he kissed you. You moaned on his mouth. Arthur pushed you against the railing and pressed his leg between yours.

"You look so pretty on this dress, baby" His accent was delicious.

"I knew you would like it"

"I love it."

He kissed your cheek and then your neck before turning you so you were facing the street now, you belly pressed to the cold metal. He kissed the back of your head and pulled your dress up.

"Arthur!"

"Nobody will see us here."

You looked down at the street, Monte Carlo fully awake and busy a few meters under you.

"But..."

With slow movements, he let his fingers travel up your thighs and your ass. You whimpered and closed your eyes.

"Please..." His touch felt so good and you were growing more and more desperate.

"Do you want my fingers?"

"Yes..." You panted.

Arthur run his fingers over your underwear and kissed your shoulder.

You turned your face to him asking for a kiss, which he gladly gave you. As his lips worked with yours in the most perfect kiss, his fingers pulled your panties aside and toyed with your clit.

"Oh Arthur." You felt his smile on your lips before he kissed you again. He slid his fingers inside of you and hummed un your mouth.

"So wet."

"For you..."

"I love you so much" He muttered as he started moving his fingers in and out.

"I love you... Too-Ah"

"Does it feel good?"

"So good"

Arthur knew exactly how to get you weak on your knees.

Your hands were gripping tight a the railing and your mouth was agape. He was pressing gentle kisses on your face and his fingers moved against your g-spot.

"Shit, Arthur."

"Shh... Don't be so loud. The whole Monte Carlo will hear you" He whispered in your ear.

You bit your lip and close your eyes, your head falling back with a deaf moan as his fingers went faster.

You couldn't care less about the whole Monaco hearing. Your skin was burning and the contrast with the fresh marine breeze made you shiver. Your thighs clenched around his hands and your walls throbbed around his fingers.

"I'm gonna cum, Arthur"

"Are you, princess?"

"Mhm"

He kissed you, swallowing your moans as you came on his fingers, wet noises filling the balcony.

"So good, baby" He muttered on your lips. "You did so good"

You were still whimpering and trying to calm down when he pulled his fingers out of you.

"Shit, Arthur"

You opened your eyes. The city looked beautiful, you felt like flying and still coming down from your high.

Arthur kissed your cheek and sucked his fingers clean.

"You taste so good, can't wait to be home"

You smiled and let your face fall on his neck. He kissed your forehead and fixed your dress.

"We should go now so I can help you with this" You palmed his member through his trousers and he gasped.

"We should definitely get going."

[httpiastri]

🍈 - breaking down midhug with luke pls thank youuu

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author's note: i came closer to blurb-length, and then i was completely off again lol! hope u enjoy this tho!! <33

3k celly !!

for some reason, despite the fact that he just knocked on your front door, luke is surprised when you open it just seconds later. what he was expecting, he doesn't know, but something makes his eyebrows rise at the sight.

that initial surprise is soon replaced with concern, though, when he takes in the sight of you. the bloodshot eyes, the deep bags under them, and the way the corners of your mouth hang down in an unusual way. and especially, the way your face doesn't light up like it most often does when you see him.

he reaches out to place a hand on your upper arm just as you speak up. "what's going on?" you ask, as if it's the most unnatural thing in the world to see your boyfriend outside your door. maybe if you'd checked your phone anytime today, you'd seen any of his ten texts of him wondering if he could come over tonight.

luke frowns at this. "i should be asking you the same thing," he counters, hand moving up to caress your cheek instead. "you haven't returned any of my texts or calls all weekend. did something happen?"

you put on a lighthearted smile, brushing away a few strands of hair that have fallen out of your messy bun and into your face. "i've just been studying. forgot to check my phone." luke, however, notices how the smile doesn't really meet your eyes, and when your gaze falls to the side, something in his chest tightens. you both remain still for a few moments before he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

"are you going to invite me in, or..."

the question has you flinching slightly before you nod, holding your door open for him as he steps into your dorm room.

luke knows you aren't the most neat person in the world, but what he's met by when he enters your room is on a new level. books on all open spaces, note-filled papers spilling down from the tables and onto the floor, with cap-less highlighters scattered atop it all. "love," he starts, picking up a few stray snack papers from the floor. "when was the last time you took a break? or had a real meal?"

you cross your arms over your chest, slight embarrassment spreading across your face as you watch the brit try to clean up at least some of your mess. "three years ago," you say with a weak chuckle, one that isn't good enough for you to even believe in it yourself, and lean back against the counter of your tiny kitchen.

luke just nods, organizing some abandoned papers in piles based on what subject they seem to be in. "good thing i ordered food here, then."

"you did?" you gasp. "really?"

"chinese. is that alright?" he sets the papers down on a table, turning his head to catch you nodding to him. "it should be here in... ten or fifteen minutes."

"thank you," you say, pushing yourself off the counter to strut over to him. "you're the best, actually."

you slip into his embrace so easily, the feeling of his arms around your shoulders easing the tension in them instantly. "hey..." luke starts, a soft sigh following his words. "i know you like to think that you need to study every second you're awake, and... i know there's some little voice inside your mind telling you that all kinds of things will happen if you don't ace these exams. but..."

his words already leave you feeling like your knees will give out any second. he's always been able to see right through you, read you like an open book, and known exactly what to say. and today is no exception.

"i want you to remember that you need to take some breaks, too. you won't learn anything if you just go non-stop all the time." he pauses for a moment to squeeze you a little tighter in his hold. "plus, you deserve to take breaks. you deserve to go easier on yourself."

something snaps inside you at his last few words.

it's not often you cry in front of luke, but you can't hold the tears back right now. it's like everything is pouring out of you; the stress of your exams, the pain of not seeing luke in several days, and the fear of not being good enough. it's all such a heavy burden to carry on your shoulders – and knowing that you have your boyfriend here to take care of you makes you so thankful and so overwhelmed, all at the same time.

luke hears your little sniffles and feels the warm tears on his skin when you hide your face in his neck, and he answers them by brushing a soothing hand up and down your side. "let's have some proper food and relax a little, hm?" he reaches down to press a kiss to your temple. "does that sound good?"

"perfect."

[unluckyhoneybee]

Something about wanting to impress Arthur by learning a few French phrases because you have a crush on him but Pierre is your tutor and he only teaches you dirty phrases so when you actually try them out on Arthur he’s like 😳😅

Note: I hope I didn't offend any French with this. I'm Spanish and I have had to learn these phrases too. I literally googled "how to flirt in french"

"And do you think it will work?"

Pierre let an exasperated sigh and ran his hands through his hair.

"I'm telling you. It will" He said grabbing your shoulders.

"I just want to impress him"

"You will. The Leclerc's are very impressionable"

"And how do you know that, Pierre?"

He blushed and shushed you.

"C'mon, go and find your Romeo or I would have lost my time"

"If it doesn't work, you are dead man Gasly"

He rolled his eyes and pushed me.

It took you a while to find Arthur. He looked at you and you smiled. You've had this crush on him for so long and really wanted him to like you, so Pierre proposed this plan to you. He would show you how to flirt in French and you would cook for him for a week. Easy.

"Salut beau" You said when you were right in front of him.

He looked up at you, he was wearing his Ferrari clothes.

"Bonjour?" He was confused. He knew you couldn't speak French.

You took a deep breath and concentrated on pronouncing everything perfectly. Pierre said you were really good at it.

"Allons quelque part de moins bruyant"

Arthur lift his eyebrows and blushed a bit.

"O...Oui. Pourquoi veux-tu aller dans un endroit plus calme?"

Oh shit. You didn't understand anything. You weren't ready for this. You got more and more nervous. Your only reaction was to say the other line, the one to ask him to go on a date.

"J’ai tellement envie de faire l’amour avec toi !"

"Oh my fucking god" Arthur exclaimed turning as red as his jacket. "YN! Are you drunk? What is going on?"

He grabbed your face and examined you. You were the one confused now. If he didn't want to date you, he really didn't have to react like that. It was kind of rude.

"I think you have a fever or something. You are too warm."

"A...Arthur, if... if you don't want to go on a date with me, tell me. I don't need all this drama" You said pushing him away.

"Date?"

"Yeah, that's what I asked you" You said. And then he started laughing. "Right? That's what I asked, right Arthur?"

He tried to stop laughing.

"You... you said. Hey, do you want to go to a quiet place? I asked you why you wanted to do that. And then you told me you really want to make love to me"

You gasped and covered your mouth. You could feel the rage in your veins.

"You taught you that?"

"Wait a minute, Arthur. I'll be back" You said with a tight smile on your lips.

"Ey!"

You turned around and started walking, the cute blonde Monegasque following you.

"PIERRE FUCKING GASLY. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? I GIVE YOU 30 SECONDS TO COME OUT OF WHERE YOU ARE HIDING. I'M GOING TO FUCKING CUT YOUR BALLS OFF!"

"YN, wait!"

[unluckyhoneybee]

Am I allowed to ask for a Arthur Leclerc request? A smitten at first sight but oblivious to each other’s affections? 😅 it’s okay if not

Of course, you can. Let's see what I can do.

You had been working for Ferrari for a couple of weeks, helping Charles with everything he needed. Like an assistant. It wasn't your dream job, but it was a good start. Charles was really nice and chaotic.

One day, you were waiting for him to come and get ready for the race. He said something about going to say hi to his brother Arthur who also had a race that weekend. But he was running late.

Finally, you heard his voice. Well, not actually his voice. But almost the same. You turned around to see a blonde guy walking in your direction. He was cute. Really cute. He had those beautiful eyes, dirty blonde hair and a huge smile. But... he reminded you of someone.

"Are you YN?" You nodded slowly, not being able to take your eyes off him. He was so handsome. "I'm Arthur. Charles told me to meet him here. He had to go to the garage" He said with the cutest French accent ever. "Oh. Okay." "He will be here in a second."

Charles had told you about Arthur once or twice, but you weren't expecting him to be like this.

Both of you waited patiently in silence. You could see him looking at you not so discretely. Even if he was trying. You caught him every time. Your cheeks would get warm each time.

"Hey guys, sorry. Mattia wanted to talk to me. He is Arthur, my brother." "I already introduced myself, Charles"

From that point, Arthur and you started getting closer. Every time he came to visit Charles or to see him race, you would navigate to each other. You developed feelings for him way too fast for your liking. But he was just too nice to you and too cute to avoid it. And if you thought Charles was chaos... Arthur was even more.

"Hey, I brought some coffee to you". He said sitting in a stole to watch the free practices. "Thank you, Arthur" I have some super healthy pastries made by myself. Charles has a green light to eat them, so I suppose you have it too" You passed him one of your cupcakes and he smiled at you.

Things like that were common between you since almost the first time you met. Whenever it rained, he had an umbrella for me. If he couldn't come to a race, I would keep him updated during the whole weekend. If I needed a lift home, he would get his car ready. When he had a bad race, I would cook something for him so Charles could give it to him. But that's what friends were for, right?

It was extra rainy today and the humidity was getting into your bones. The free practice finished and you both went to see Charles. He had done really good and had a huge chance of winning the race. You shivered as the drops of water fell.

"Oh. Here. Have this." Arthur took his jacket off and put it over your shoulders.

"No, no. Arthur, you will get ill" "No, I won't. This hoodie is warmer than your shirt"

You smiled a bit. He was too sweet. "Thank you, Arthur"

He smiled as you put your arms in the sleeves. He then put the hood over your head. You felt your heart beating fast.

Back at Charles' motorhome, Arthur was already gone. He had something to do with his own team.

"What's going on with Arthur and you?"

"Nothing" You looked up from your phone, where you had just sent the boy in question a good luck message.

Charles laughed a little. "You both are too cute". "Why do you say that?" "Are you really that oblivious, YN?"

You stayed silent looking at him. Oblivious about what? Did Arthur have the same feelings as you?

Charles sighed with a tiny smile. "Just go for it, YN"

You felt your heart beating faster and faster. Was it true?

"Should I?"

Charles nodded. You got up and hugged him. "It will be okay, YN. I promise"

Late that day, you were looking for Arthur all around. You needed to find him. You were decided to act on your feelings.

You saw him from afar and he was talking to Charles. They seemed to be having a serious conversation. You didn't want to intrude, so you walked slowly giving them enough time to spot you. Charles did first, looking at you very smiley. He punched his younger brother's shoulder and pointed at you. Arthur turned and it was as if your breath had been taken away from you. You stayed on your spot, incapable of moving when he was looking at you with such fond eyes. Charles had to be right. You don't look at someone like that if she is just your friend. But how could have you gone so many months without even suspecting Arthur shared your feelings?

"Go there, petit" You heard Charles. Arthur nodded and walked directly to you. You took a few steps ahead before clashing with him. He grabbed your face with his hands and you hugged his waist. Finally, after so long, he kissed you. His lips were so sweet and they moulded so perfectly with yours. It felt like a dream. His lips and tongue moved against yours in the sweetest kiss you've ever had.

And when you broke apart you couldn't stop smiling. "I like you a lot, YN" "I like you too, Arthur"

"What a pair of idiots". Charles said walking away.