The Story Was Perfect, It Totally Deserves A Sequel With The Boys Dragging Themselves Along

The story was perfect, it totally deserves a sequel with the boys dragging themselves along ❤️

Given so many requests, I'm afraid to say that there won't be a part two and end up finding you at my door, so according to an old saying: the voice of the people is the voice of God, may the second part come

Out Of The Plans || F1 Grid

cw: angst, pain, crying, lack of communication, breakup, fight, They are idiots, no exceptions..

starring: LH44, CS55, CL16, LN4, OP81, MV1

a/n: just angst and a feeling of heartbreak. Appreciate me because I wrote this in the middle of a horrible migraine

LEWIS HAMILTON:

It had been like a shock to your brain, this couldn't be happening, not at that moment. You held the pregnancy test in your shaking hands and checked the label again to make sure of the result.

A little line: negative.

Two little lines: positive.

And on your test there were two bright red lines, telling you in your face that you were pregnant. Oh God, you were pregnant and unfortunately there was no more inopportune time for a pregnancy. Okay, everything would be fine when you told Lewis, he always wanted a family, everything would be fine.

“This shouldn’t be happening, Y/N!” he paced back and forth in the huge living room of the apartment you shared. "Should not!"

Your stomach churned in fear, this wasn't exactly the conversation you were expecting to have when he got back from Singapore.

“Well, that happens when two partners have crazy sex and forget the condom!” you said as energetically as he did.

“You said your birth control was up to date!” he paused, looking at you with nothing but rebuke.

“Of course they were! But they don't work miracles, Lewis! Especially for the two of us who have sex almost every day without a condom!" you stood up and stood in front of him. "Now there is no point in pointing fingers and saying who was wrong, we have a baby on the way and we need to think about everything.”

Something strange flickered in Lewis's dark eyes and his heart sank.

“I can’t,” he hissed, pulling away from you. “I can’t deal with this right now, my life is a mess, I can’t deal with a baby right now.”

You felt your heart stop beating, what the hell was he saying? How come he couldn't deal when you were the one who would have to change everything?! Because abortion didn't even cross your mind.

“What is it like?”

Lewis licked his lips nervously, tearing his eyes away from yours, the tension in the room was raw and thick as fog, which made you even more apprehensive. He couldn't be saying what he wanted to say. Not Lewis.

“I can’t compromise the rest of the season, my performance with a baby now, especially since I’m almost at Ferrari,” he said it all quickly, in one breath. And you froze in place, blinking slowly as it sunk in that your boyfriend was saying he didn't want the baby.

You took a deep breath, you wouldn't let yourself cry in front of him, not anymore.

“Are you serious, Lewis? Are you really serious?”

He continued to look out the window, staring at the Monte Carlo marina, not having the courage to look at you.

“You, who always wanted a family, who made plans with me, are you saying you don't want the baby? That you can't handle it when I'm the one who's going to have my whole life changed to bring him into the world?!” It was his turn to walk around the room.

“But you didn’t even want a child now! You just got promoted at work! You can’t be judging me for that!”

That fell like a bucket of cold water on you, really, having a baby at that moment wasn't the best thing that could happen, but it was already there, it happened and the baby was already there.

“Alright Hamilton, the baby and I won’t hold up your championship, if you have any chance of overtaking McLaren, but either way, don’t worry, you won’t have to deal with that.” You said pointing to yourself, your hand supporting your still flat belly.

“Y/N, we can solve this another way-” he started, but you held up your hand to silence him.

“For the love of God, shut up, don’t make me hate you, Hamilton” you said and turned away, going to the bedroom. It was obvious that it was over, because there was no way you were going to abandon the baby too. Fuck Lewis and his problems.

He went after you, but was met with the suite door slammed in his face. You packed your things, only what you bought or took from your own apartment, you didn't want anything from him besides the little resident who rented your uterus on a nine-month contract .

“Everything is fine, baby, it’s going to be okay, I promise,” you said, standing in front of the mirror, imagining what your belly would look like as the months went by. “I will take care of everything”

You left the suite with a suitcase and two handbags, you had no idea where you were going at that moment, but anywhere was better than there with Lewis.

“Why are you going? We can work this out, honey—”

“Oh my God, Lewis!” you exclaimed, calling the elevator, “we can’t work anything out! You don’t want the baby, you don’t want us, so obviously this is over and I’m leaving! A great championship for you!”

When the elevator doors closed, you allowed yourself to cry, you never imagined Lewis would do that, never! You sniffed, wiping your nose on the sleeve of the only sweatshirt you stole from him. You wouldn't take anything else from him.

“We don’t need him, baby,” you whispered, as if the baby could hear. You took one last look at the apartment that had been your home for four beautiful years and with a heavy heart said, “Goodbye Lew.”

CARLOS SAINZ:

The doctor's words echoed inside your head.

Pregnant, you were twelve weeks pregnant, or three months. That was unexpected, very unexpected because you and Carlos didn't discuss starting a family, this discussion never reached you even after years of a stable relationship.

“Miss?” the doctor’s voice sounded distant to your ears, you were still focused on the blood test results.

Pregnant.

Pregnant.

Pregnant.

Your mind fell into limbo and the last thing you saw was the doctor running towards you, calling your name.

The smell of antiseptic and alcohol made you wake up slowly, your head felt like it weighed a ton and your eyes were still blurry, you struggled to remember what had happened and like a bomb exploding, the word ‘pregnant’ popped into your mind.

“Calm down, calm down, you can’t exert yourself too much right now, Y/N.” You recognized the voice of Andie, your best friend from college. “Here, drink some water, the doctor said it would help you.” She handed you the glass, expecting you to drink all of the contents. “How are you feeling? You were unconscious for almost all day long, I almost died when they called me.”

“I’m fine, I guess... What did they tell you?” you handed the cup back to her.

“Nothing, the doctor said you felt unwell... What are you-” she was interrupted by Carlos’ abrupt entry into the room. He was a mess, still in his Ferrari training gear and with his hair a mess.

“¿Estás bien, vida mía?” (Are you okay, my love?).

“Yes, yes I’m fine... I just felt sick” you twisted the bed sheets between your fingers, how would you tell Carlos that you were expecting a baby, that you would be parents in six months or less? You looked at Andie, silently asking her to leave, the girl nodded and left you two alone. “It was just a scare,” she muttered, swallowing hard. “I got the test results back, remember how I was feeling really sick last week?”

“Yes, yes, I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to eat that steak tartare...”

“It wasn’t because of the steak tartare, Carlos.” You looked at him, feeling your nervousness tighten in your stomach. “I’ve been sick all week because I’m pregnant, I’m three months pregnant.” you said abruptly, watching Carlos lose color in his face and stagger away from the stretcher.

“Pregnant? B-But we were being careful!” he said, you couldn’t understand the emotions that showed on his face.

“Accidents happen, Carlos... Not that getting pregnant is an accident, especially when you have sex without a condom...” you said, waiting for him to calm down.

“This shouldn’t have happened! I don’t want children now!” he said exasperatedly. “I don’t!”

Something inside you broke when you heard him, you weren't ready to take on motherhood yet, your internet work was finally bearing fruit, your relationship with Carlos was going well, you never thought you'd include a child in that equation, but there she was. But none of that was as scary as the idea that her boyfriend didn't want the baby he helped conceive.

“You don’t want to?” you repeated his words slowly.

“No! Of course not! A baby now would get in the way of my career!”

And suddenly, it all came crashing down on his head like an anvil. Tears stung your eyes and the words came out before you could filter them.

“Go away, Carlos,” you were surprised to notice how firm your voice was. “Get out of here, get out of my sight.”

"But amor... We never talked about children, you never told me you wanted them!” The Spaniard tried to touch you, but you backed away, avoiding him as if he were burning you.

“It’s not about what I want or don’t want, Carlos,” you snapped. “I really didn’t want a baby, but I’ll have one in six months, with or without you! So decide whether you’re with me or leaving!”

“I-I can’t... I-I don’t want kids, I need to dedicate myself to the fullest and a baby will get in my way” he stammered, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Go away Carlos, I’ve heard enough” you turned your face away so you wouldn’t see him, ignoring his attempts. It was only when the door closed with a dull thud that you could let your strong facade fall and allowed yourself to cry to the point where you didn't notice when Andie came in and wrapped you in a protective hug.

“What happened? Carlos left as if he was being chased by the devil” she rubbed your back, trying to make you stop crying. Between sobs, you explained what had happened, feeling her embrace tighten. “Oh love, I’m so sorry this happened, I didn't think Carlos was a son of a bitch... What do you intend to do?”

“I-I don’t know... Maybe I should give the baby up for adoption, I don’t have the courage to have an abortion...”

“Whatever you decide, I’m with you, sis.”

You snuggled into her loving embrace, unsure of what your life would be like in the coming months.

CHARLES LECLERC:

“When are you going to tell him, dear?” Your mother asked you as the two of you set the lunch table, it was Sunday and once a month, religiously his family gathered at his grandparents' house. Charles had already attended so many lunches that when he didn't show up, his grandparents and uncles would ask. You loved knowing that your family loved your boyfriend. “I'm sure he'll be happy, Charles loves children.”

You nodded and a small smile appeared, confident that he would love the news. You discovered you were pregnant a few days ago and had already noticed the signs. You had decided to tell her about the pregnancy after lunch, even bought a pair of children's shoes with a Ferrari design on them. Who could judge you? You were so anxious!

Soon, the family gathered around the table, talking loudly and laughing nonstop, preventing any thoughts beyond the conversations and laughter. The conversation you were having with one of your cousins was interrupted by your grandmother, questioning when you and Charles would finally have children.

Charles choked on his wine and cleared his throat. “Mhmm well... I thought Y/N mentioned that I don’t want kids.”

“You never told me that, Charl...” you said just for him to hear “I never knew that”

“No?” he looked surprised. “Really?”

Silence fell uncomfortably over the table, you gripped the handle of the cutlery you were holding, feeling your anxiety grow in a negative way.

“You’re great with kids, dear, you’d be a great dad.” your grandmother said, surprised. After all, the Monegasque was adored by the children in the family and got along very well with them all, hearing that he didn't want children was a surprise.

“I’m a good uncle,” he gave a modest smile. “I’m not made of father material, meaning no children, ever.”

Maybe it was your fault, you and Charles didn't have that conversation, so you couldn't know he didn't want children. But it was painful anyway, mainly because you were already pregnant.

Hours later, as you drove home, you couldn't stop thinking about his words.

I’m not made of father material, meaning no children, ever.

“You are very quiet, mon cher” He said, resting his hand on your thigh. You jumped, caught up in your thoughts, you didn't even notice his presence until he touched you. “Did something happen?”

“I was thinking about the lunch conversation...”

“It was a strange atmosphere, wasn’t it?” he gave a weak laugh, giving her leg a gentle squeeze “with so many children there, do your grandparents still want more?” his laugh sounded strange to your ears, just like that conversation.

“I’m pregnant, Charles,” you said suddenly and screamed when he slammed the car on the brakes. “CHARLES?!”

He guided the car to the side of the road and looked at you, he was as scared as you were.

“You are what?!”

“Pregnant, Charles! I was planning to tell you today, but I found out you don’t want kids!” you exasperated, loosening your belt.

“That can’t be true, you’re joking,” he said nervously. “Y/N I don’t-”

“I know! I know that, Charles! You don’t have to repeat yourself.”

You saw pure terror in his eyes and braced yourself for whatever he would say.

“I don’t want this baby, Y/N, I don’t want to be a father, not today, not ever” he said.

You took a deep breath, feeling your head throb with the headache that would soon come.

“Well then I guess we can’t go through with this, Charles,” you said, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I will not give up my son for you or anyone else.”

“Mon cher, a child would disrupt our lives forever, we would no longer be able to travel, we would lose our peace and tranquility”

“You won’t lose anything, Charles, you don’t need to worry… Now, if it’s not too much to ask, can you continue? I intend to move out of your apartment today.”

“Beau, (beautiful) It doesn't have to be like this... This child-”

“Don’t say anything else Charles, don’t turn the love I feel for you into resentment” you begged, avoiding his eyes.

The rest of the way was done in complete silence, despite the grief that broke your heart, you would not let it consume you. A life outside of that would be born in a few months and you couldn't let bitterness stop you from living the good moments that the future would bring you.

Charles still tried to stop you from leaving, saying he would leave you with the apartment, but you didn't listen to him or give him a chance to convince you.

“I hope you’re happy, Charles,” was the last thing you said before you left. From then on, it was just you and the baby.

LANDO NORRIS:

There were at least five tests done on the bathroom counter and you were in a panic, pure panic. It wasn't the time to have a baby, no way. You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm as you thought about the situation, there was so much at stake.

You had to decide what you were going to do, whether to have that baby, how you were going to tell Lando... Oh God, there was still Lando. You couldn't even think about what his reaction would be. There were mentions of a son, perhaps after he had won a championship or two and had achieved everything he wanted, but not at that moment, in which both were still building their lives, their careers.

“I’m here, honey!” he shouted from the living room and you threw the tests in the trash without thinking. You checked your appearance in the mirror, trying to dispel the look of astonishment that covered your face.

You put on a fake smile and ran into the living room, finding your boyfriend stretching his body. It was clear that he was exhausted, but he was glowing, winning made him feel very good and you admired the Briton's bright eyes.

“Congrats on your victory, Lan!” you jumped into his arms, kissing Lando all over his face as he laughed.

“I wish you were there, honey, but you’d hate the weather… Anyway, how about we have dinner to celebrate?”

“That’s a great idea! Why don’t you take a shower while I get ready?” You gave him a peck on the lips. “I took a shower just before you arrived and I’m already moving our time forward... You know I take a long time to get ready.”

“Ok ok, will it be sad to take a shower without you? Yes, but if it means we won’t be long in getting out, great!” he said playfully and you responded with a light slap on his arm.

“You’re ridiculous, Lando Norris! Go take a shower, you clown!”

He laughed, grabbed his carry-on bag and went to the bathroom. You let out a breath you hadn't even realized you were holding and went to the closet to get ready. Despite being happy for your boyfriend's victory, you didn't have the slightest desire to go out and celebrate anything, but denying dinner would make Lando suspicious. You would take the time of dinner to think about what you would say, the panic gradually subsided, allowing you to think clearly.

You were finishing putting on your makeup when Lando came out of the shower, he still had the towel wrapped around his waist. From the position you were in, you could only hear his footsteps approaching the closet.

“Y/N, what does this mean?” he appeared in your field of vision, holding up one of the pregnancy tests. “Are you pregnant?”

You felt like the ground was disappearing beneath your feet and the earth was swallowing you up. From the look on Lando's face, you wanted the earth to actually swallow you. You'd never been claustrophobic, but that closet looked terrifyingly small.

“Answer me!” he exclaimed, making you jump. “Are you pregnant?”

“Yes! Yes, I’m pregnant!” You shouted back. “I found out today.”

He laughed, there was no humor in his voice, just sarcasm and disbelief. “I should have guessed.”

“W-What are you talking about?” you stuttered, dropping your makeup on the vanity and taking a tentative step towards Lando.

“This whole shit, I should have known that at some point you would do this, who doesn’t want to get pregnant by a Formula One driver, right?” he said furiously and threw the test at your feet.

Reality hit you like a punch. Lando was claiming that you got pregnant on purpose. He thought you were a gold digger.

“Are you suggesting that I wanted to get pregnant on purpose?! Lando, I just graduated! I don’t even work yet, why the hell would I want a child now?” You yelled at him.

“Work?” he laughed wryly, running his hands through his hair. “As if you would think of that, not being supported by my money!”

His every word felt like a stab to your chest.

“I never wanted a penny from you, Lando! I always refused any thing or privilege from you!” you answered him, sitting down. Your body felt heavy, full of tiredness. “I never wanted anything from you but yourself!”

“You’re a fake, a liar like all the others!” he accused you, pointing his finger in your direction. “Get your things and get out of my house, I don't want to know anything about you anymore” he took a deep breath and for you, the rejection was nothing compared to the pain of being called a gold digger, a dowry hunter. That was a hard blow to his dignity.

You threw your clothes on the floor, only the ones you had taken to his house. After dropping all the clothes on the floor, you grabbed some bags to put all your belongings in. At that moment, Lando had already dressed and was standing in the middle of the suite.

“Tell me where you will be staying so I know where to send the child support check.” He demanded and you glared at him, you were just as angry as he was.

“You and your fucking money can rot in hell, Lando. My son and I don’t need you at all, you're dead to me, Norris, completely dead and buried.” you left the room and ignoring his screams.

Lando and his money could go fuck themselves, you never wanted to see him again!

OSCAR PIASTRI:

Sorry, I can't see Pastry in this scenario 🫣

MAX VERSTAPPEN:

That saying “in the blacksmith’s house, the spit is made of wood” made a lot of sense to you, being a doctor you knew when people were unwell just by looking at them, it was a joke not to have noticed the signs of pregnancy. So imagine how surprised you were to find that not only was your period late, but you were also experiencing frequent nausea and episodes of dizziness.

Even though getting pregnant wasn't one of your dreams, you were happy, after all, everything in your life was going well: you had a stable job, your finances were going well and your fiancé was great. Even though it wasn't planned, you were already more than excited for the baby's arrival.

You decided to tell Max during his week off, where he would be more relaxed, without the stress of work. Until his week off arrived and you were jumping up and down with anticipation to tell him, you waited for Max to relax enough. You knew he would like it, Max loved kids.

“Honey, I have something to tell you” you took advantage of the fact that he wasn’t playing and sat on his lap.

“Sure, mijn liefje (my love), I’m all ears” he took off his headphones and turned off the monitors, it was always like that when you talked to him, nothing else mattered to Max other than what you said.

“Straight to the point, I’m six weeks pregnant—”

“What do you mean you’re pregnant? That’s not possible, still more than six weeks”

An alert sounded in your mind, was Max really suggesting that you might have cheated on him?

“I was in the middle of a series of races, we barely saw each other during that month” he argued, making the doubts he had even more obvious.

“Max, you can’t be suggesting that!”

“In that case, explain to me how you are pregnant if we weren’t together!”

“Is your memory so bad that you don’t remember that we were together in Spielberg?!” you threw at him, irritated by his distrust. “I spent the entire Austrian GP weekend with you!”

“We had sex once that week, there’s no way that it was that sex that was rewarded with a child!” Max looked increasingly distraught.

“Are you kidding me, Max? I never cheated on you, I barely have time for you, let alone another man!” You were nervous to the point of shaking, you sat back down, trying to keep calm.

“I don’t believe you, Y/N, I’m sure this child’s father is that pediatrician at the hospital!”

“I’m not going to listen to anything else, you’re delusional,” you mumbled, tears blurring your vision.

“You better go away, I don’t want to know anything about you or that child!”

You wiped away your tears, feeling humiliated, hurt and offended.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make a point of letting you know anything about us,” you assured. “I'll send someone to get my things, or leave them at the reception and I'll pick them up later, I don't know!" you put on your shoes and grabbed your bag.

“Be grateful if I don’t throw it away.”

“Whatever Max, do whatever you want, I don’t care” and with that, you slammed the apartment door hard enough to knock the picture of the two of you off the wall.

I'm writing part two of "Out Of The Plans" and laughing out loud at how Carlos' part is pure karma.

Original Ask: would you be comfortable writing for Ayrton Senna? Maybe him being super jealous because she's talking to Schumacher in his rookie season, introducing himself and such and Ayrton gets mad because he thinks she's flirting with him. Maybe he storms up to them and asks to speak to her alone, dragging her to a secluded place. Could end with a heated confession after an argument and a kiss. ( @iceman-kazansky & @nosebeers )

Word Count: 700 words

(author's note: i hope you all enjoy 🫶)

Everyone around the paddock knew how close Y/N and Ayrton were; lifelong best friends who were pretty much inseparable. However, many people had begun to speculate that the pair were more than friends. The way Ayrton looked at Y/N, as if she had hung the moon and stars and the way Y/N would always cling to Ayrton, as if she was afraid to let go.

Ayrton was heading out of the garage, his eyes scanning the paddock to look for Y/N. He eventually spotted her talking to a young-ish man he had never seen before. Y/N seemed interested in what he had to say, which sparked an unfamiliar feeling in Ayrton’s chest. Taking a deep breath, he stormed over.

Y/N had been mingling around the paddock while waiting for Ayrton to finish whatever he was doing in the garage. She said hello to a few people she knew as she stood, looking out for Ayrton. Too caught up in her own thoughts, she failed to notice the man heading in her direction.

“Hello, you’re Y/N aren’t you?”

Jumping slightly, Y/N looked at the person who had started speaking to her, “Yeah, I’m Y/N. I don’t think I recognise you though.”

“Well, I’m new here. I’m Micheal by the way. Micheal Schumacher. It’s my rookie season so I just thought I’d try and speak to a few people. You know, get my name out there.”

“Oh, well in that case it’s lovely to meet you!”

“Thank you. Wait, you’re friends with Senna, right? Ayrton Senna?”

Y/N smiled at the mention of her best friend, “Yes, I am. He’s my childhood best friend.”

“Wow. I’ve always wanted to meet him. What is he like?”

“He’s pretty nice, a brilliant driver of course,” Micheal hung onto her every word, desperate to hear more.

As if on cue, Ayrton stormed over at that moment. He stood next to Y/N and gave Micheal a tight-lipped smile.

“Ayrton! We were just talking about you! This is Micheal, it’s his rookie season and he was just telling me how much he wanted to meet you.”

Micheal looked at Ayrton with wonder in his eyes, “I can’t believe it’s really you. I’m Micheal Schumacher, it’s a pleasure to be able to drive with you this season.”

Ayrton nodded, “Nice to meet you, Micheal. Y/N we need to talk. Now.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Just come with me please.”

“Okay then, goodbye Micheal, it was nice to meet you.”

“Bye! It was lovely to meet you both.”

With that, Ayrton grabbed Y/N’s arm and dragged her to a secluded part of the paddock that was hidden away from cameras, fans and other drivers.

“Are you going to tell me what’s the matter now since you pulled me away from Micheal so rudely? He probably thinks we’re horrible people.”

Ayrton scoffed, “He was clearly flirting with you.”

“Are you serious? He was introducing himself to me. He doesn’t know anyone, what else is he supposed to do Ayrton?”

He rolled his eyes, “I still think he was flirting with you.”

“And what if he was? I’m allowed to-”

“I’m in love with you!” Ayrton exclaimed, interrupting Y/N.

“What?”

“I’m in love with you. I have been for so long. I can’t pretend that I just want to be friends when I want to be so much more. I got jealous, okay? I saw you talking to someone I didn’t know and realised how much I want you to be mine.”

“Ayrton, I don’t know what to say. I feel, exactly the same.”

Moving his hand to cup Y/N’s face, Ayrton leaned down and kissed her. Y/N kissed him back, pouring all those years of mutual pining into the kiss.

As they pulled away, Ayrton looked at Y/N fondly and smiled, “At least I don’t have to worry about you and that Schumacher kid anymore.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and laughed, “You never had to worry about him anyway Ayrton.”

The pair exchanged one last glance before heading back to the garage, except now they were hand in hand, their friendship replaced with romance.

Everyone who asked for the second part of “Out Of The Plans”, you will be marked on the taglist whether you like it or not, and I don’t want to hear any complaints, thank you!

One, Two, Three || LH44 & FA14

summary: her plans were to study for her midterms, theirs were to hinder her in any way they could..

cw: bullying, stalking, toxic behavior, jealousy, one, two, three, double p-, name-calling, dubcon(?), degradation, use of nicknames (cutie, little mouse, sweetie, slut, etc.), p in v, fingering, choking, overstimulation, eating p-,provocation, semi public, poorly translated Spanish and other lowlifes that I can't remember right now.

a/n: I changed the plot three times and if this one doesn't come out right, I'm going to f, I'm warning you all. Maybe I've written worse things than this? Yes, but is anyone complaining?

The library was empty at that time, the overwhelming majority of students must have been at the Gamma Kappa Eta party. And that was great for her, because she could study without interruptions. Y/N played the recording of the class and began to redo her notes, picking up points that had gone unnoticed in class.

“Don’t forget to lock everything when you leave, dear,” Margareth, the librarian said as she left, leaving Y/N truly alone in the library. The girl frequented the place so much that she had already become friends with the employees and almost always had lunch with them — or spent hours there, hiding from Lewis and Fernando.

The two mechanical engineering students had been trying to make her life miserable since the first day they laid eyes on her. She long ago abandoned her ambition to understand why she was being persecuted and began trying to protect herself because Alonso and Hamilton could be very, very creative when it came to stalking their favorite victim. Staying out of their sight was his best option most of the time, especially since no campus “authority” would take any action against the university’s model students. There was no way Oxford was going to embarrass the heirs of two of Europe's most influential families in favor of the daughter of a metalworker and a modest lawyer from Liverpool. Damn capitalism, she cursed in a moment of distraction.

“Yes, I’ll lock it, relax Maggie! Have a good rest and see you on Monday!” he replied, waving to the woman. Finally she started studying and wanted to die at the first topic, she loved/hated organic chemistry with all her strength.

Hours later, Y/N was halfway through the audio when she heard the chair next to her being carefully dragged out and a brown bag being placed on the table, She found the worried face of Heikki Kovaleinen, he was still wearing his team jacket and smelled of beer. He had obviously left the Gama Kappa Eta party.

“Cheese pizza, vanilla cupcake and lemon soda, your favorite study menu,” the Finn said kindly.

“Thanks Kova, but you didn't need to, I brought food” and showed the transparent compartmentalized bag, full of pieces of apples, baby carrots, celery and something else that he couldn't even identify.

“God forgive me, but that sounds awful, you literally live up to your nickname bunny sometimes,” he grimaced and snatched the bag from her hands. “If you’re going to study the chemistry of whatever, you need carbohydrates and sugar, otherwise by the time you’re done, you’re going to be growling at people.”

“What do you have against healthy eating?”

“Nothing, usually, but when it comes to you studying, I have a lot of things against you because they all involve you growling at me like an angry chihuahua.” he retorted, shaking in a dramatic way that made her roll her eyes

“Are you sure you want to do physical education and not theater? Because you would make a great dramatic actor,” she commented, pushing her books and notes away so as not to march with fat. “I can’t believe you left the party just to bring me food”

“It's what best friends do, you would do the same for me” he said as if it wasn't important and he was right, Y/N would do the same for him, without thinking twice. “Now that I’ve secured your dinner in a decent manner, I’ll head back to the party, I’ve left some cheerleaders waiting for me, and you know I'm a gentleman, I hate to keep a lady waiting,” he said suggestively, receiving a slap in the chest in response.

“Get the hell out of here, Kovaleinen,” she said. Heikki stood up, straightening his football jacket, and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before leaving. Anyone who saw the scene from the outside would think that they both had something beyond their years-long friendship, but just the mention of a relationship between them made them vomit.

However, not everyone knew this.

She listened to the recording of the class again while eating one of the slices of pizza that Heikki brought, smiling at her best friend's attitude.

Y/N was definitely not a popular person in college, she went unnoticed by most people most of the time and she loved it. But that was before and it wasn't long before a photo of her and Heikki was sent to Fernando Alonso and Lewis Hamilton only to be taken out of context and further fuel their need to torment her.

The party was in full swing and Fernando had one of the cheerleaders on his lap and was inches away from reaching under her pleated skirt when the photo arrived on his cell phone. Y/N was sitting at one of the furthest tables in the library and Kovaleinen was standing, both looking at each other romantically. How did he not know that his little mouse was dating the soccer idiot?

Immediately, he looked for Lewis and the Brit looked at him, both of them were thinking the same thing.

“Get out,” he pushed the cheerleader off his lap and straightened his clothes, checking to make sure there was no smell of beer or the girl’s cloying perfume.

“You’re an idiot!” the cheerleader yelled, rubbing her sore butt from the fall.

“And yet you’re dying to sit on me, aren’t you, bonita?” He gave an arrogant smile and left, meeting Lewis in front of the mansion.

“Did you know that?” he asked Lewis and received a snap in response.

“Do you really think I would have allowed this idiocy if I had known? Especially with that idiot Kovaleinen?”

They both literally marched to the library, finding Y/N at one of the tables in the back, focused on her notebook and holding a huge glass of soda. She was completely disconnected from the rest of the world and that was great for them.

“Get her, I'll lock the door” he instructed his friend. Y/N wore a vintage Oxford sweatshirt and gym shorts, shorter than morals and good manners allowed, fortunately Lewis didn't care much about morals and good manners.

“Little mouse” he said, sitting in the place Heikki was previously and ripped off her headphones, Y/N gripped the pen in apprehension and aimed at one of her bullies, aware that his night of studying had been permanently ruined. “we discovered something interesting today, you know?” he said, looking at the various notes scattered across the table.

Before she could answer, Fernando sat down on the other side, she definitely wouldn't study anymore that night.

“Just imagine, cutie, we were enjoying the party at GKE when we received an interesting photo of a dumb little mouse and that son of a bitch Kovaleinen in the library” Fernando said, as if he were telling a story. “I thought I told you not to let anyone but Lew and me touch you, sweetie, didn’t I, Lew?”

Her eyes widened, not believing they were watching her.

Y/N bit her lip, thinking about what she would say, she wasn't afraid of Alonso or Hamilton, for her they were both nothing more than rich, snobbish and unemployed people who thought they were really badass, but they were nothing more than two toxic idiots.

In one swift motion, Lewis grabbed her jaw firmly enough to hold her still “since you are stupid enough not to understand what we command, we will make sure to reinforce that no one else will touch you, no one.”

Y/N felt her breathing hitch as another hand wrapped around her neck, she wanted to scream and struggle, but she knew no one would hear her and she couldn't fight against the two of them, who were much stronger than her.

Fernando exerted enough pressure on her throat to feel Y/N's heartbeat accelerate against his fingers and her breath catch, the Spaniard smiled, sliding his nose over the small patch of exposed skin, making Y/N jump in her chair. “We think you need to understand what will happen if someone else touches you, especially if it’s Kovaleinen.”

Y/N licked her dry lips and tried to calm herself down, there was nothing nearby that she could use to get rid of the two, not even a pen or something like that. “You are idiots if you think you have any power over this, I will be touched, kissed or fucked by whoever I want” she said petulantly and her nervousness increased when she noticed the cruel smile on Lewis's face, Y/N was no fool, she knew Fernando was smiling the same way.

“Oh, really, love?” Fernando said, slipping his free hand inside her sweatshirt, finding no resistance between his fingers and her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh tightly. “Do you see, Lew? We’re going to have to tame this little slut.”

Y/N clenched her fists even tighter when she felt Fernando's firm grip on one of her breasts. That had been a bad night to go out without a bra. She swallowed any noise she could make and tried to free himself from both of them, but Lewis tightened his grip on his chin and took his left hand in the opposite direction to Fernando's hand, Y/N tried to keep her legs closed, but Lewis held her left thigh with his own legs and without difficulty, he put his left hand inside her shorts.

“We'll have to tame this little mouse again, Nando, because she's too dumb to understand who she belongs to,” Lewis said, pushing his fingers against her clit and Y/N did her best to stay away, that wouldn't happen again. Fucking hell no. “no, no sweetie, don’t even think about running away or screaming, no one will hear you or come to save you.”

Her breath hitched again as Lewis swirled his fingers over the sensitive spot and Y/N cursed her own body because she could feel herself getting wet with each press of his fingers on her clit. Stupid fucking girl, she cursed herself.

She gripped his wrist tightly, trying to push Lewis's hand away from her, but he didn't move an inch away. He spread her juices all over her folds until he slid both fingers inside her, Y/N's hips shook and she groaned, closing her eyes, hating being so surrendered to the two. Without much difficulty, Fernando lifted her coat until Y/N's torso was exposed, he made her bite the hem of the sweatshirt.

“I don't want to hear any sound from you, cutie, or I'll spank you” and with that, he landed a quick slap on one of her nipples, making the tip harden even more. Y/N sank her teeth into the soft fabric, she was angry that she had been subjugated so easily, that they had disrupted her studies, that they thought she belonged to them and mainly with herself for enjoying that shitty situation, again.

She was lost, the feeling of Lewis's fingers moving in and out of her so slowly, combined with Fernando's mouth and hand on her breasts was suffocating; the girl closed her eyes tightly, trying to stop the wave of pleasure from sweeping through her body, She didn't want to feel surrendered, used by them again. Fernando and Lewis loved to criticize, mock and embarrass her at any opportunity they had. Y/N lost count of how many times she had been the butt of jokes in the college hallways or when she had to hide to avoid hearing the malicious laughter of other students. Alonso and Hamilton stole her books several times, she lost count of how many locks they broke on her dorm room or how they liked to point out that she had come from a poor neighborhood. They loved making her life a living hell, turning her academic period into a nightmare she couldn't wait to get out of.

Even the few romantic relationships she did manage to have, the two of them were willing to destroy. No one else at Oxford dared to try anything with her, either because Y/N was an outcast from the university or because Lewis and Fernando would never allow it. She hated them, deeply.

And she hated it even more when the two of them managed to make her as meek and malleable as she was at that moment.

Fernando made her take off her coat for good and used the rope from the hood to tie her hands behind her back, he appreciated every bit of bare skin.Y/N was beautiful, fucking perfect and he hated the thought of anyone other than him and Lewis touching her, making her gasp and moan as sweetly as they did, Alonso was shaking with rage.

But apparently, the little mouse seemed to ignore this and let any other filthy sucker dirty the body that belonged to them.

“Who else can touch you, Y/N?” Lewis asked, pressing his thumb against her clit as he continued to slowly insert his fingers into her tight hole. She wanted to close her thighs, but with Lewis's legs holding her back, it was impossible.

“Whoever the fuck I want,” she growled, clenching around his fingers, making Lewis lick his lips hungrily and irritated by her stubbornness, he pulled his fingers out of her and slapped her swollen bud, Y/N's response was to scream and tremble, pure pleasure spread through her body, making her forget her convictions. “Oh my God, fuck.”

Not allowing her to get used to the sensation, Lewis gave another one in the same place, enjoying her trembling body and weak voice.

“Who, Y/N?”

“Whoever I want, damn it” she insisted, with his voice wavering.

Fernando, who was just watching the two, grabbed her jaw and brought the girl's face towards him, seeing how red her cheeks were and how cloudy Y/N's eyes looked.Her mouth said something her body didn't agree with, so he gave Lewis a quick glance. Sloppily, he scraped the pad of his thumb across her parted lips, watching her breathe harder, no matter what she wanted to say, how many lies she tried to tell, her body would always give away the truth. He and Hamilton just had to know how to handle it.

She let her head fall back as Lewis' fingers entered her pussy again, and everything got more intense when Fernando decided to play with her clit and breasts.

“Alright, alright little mouse, anyone can touch you, Lew and I understand that” he said condescendingly and if Y/N wasn’t intoxicated with pleasure, she would certainly have already sent his condescension to hell. “But do you really think someone will be able to leave you like this? Trembling and moaning so deliciously with just a few touches?”

Her mind melted when she felt Fernando pinch her clit. He stuck his free hand in her hair, forcing her to look at what the two of them were doing to her, how they had total control over her body.

“Do you think anyone is going to make you this wet? Oh little mouse, you’re dumber than we thought, so” he said gently, watching as she trembled, about to cum, her moans escaped and she jumped when she felt another slap on her chest. “I told you not to moan, slut, understand?”

Another slap landed on her breast and Y/N nodded.

“Good girl, now answer Lewis's question, or you won't cum, little mouse" he threatened seeing her eyes water, this made his cock throb under his clothes. He didn't think he would have any fixation on dacryphilia, but damn, he would get addicted to anything Y/N gave him.

She bit her tongue, pissed off at the situation, she knew that if she said what they wanted to hear, she would be fucked beyond belief, but holy shit, she wanted to cum so bad, the pain of a denied orgasm was horrible and she was so close...

“J-Just you, guys, I-I swear” she whimpered. Lewis kissed her damp cheek, Y/N hadn’t even noticed she was crying, in agony from her orgasm. He hated how beautiful Y/N was, how sweet and responsive she was, because no one else could get him as hard as she could. He hated knowing that the only woman he wanted was her. But that hatred wasn't enough to stop him from kneeling in front of her every time and putting his face between the girl's silky legs, didn't stop him from wanting to devour her, from wanting everything she had to give.

“Smart girl,” and with that said, he sped up the thrusts of his fingers, the wet sound echoing obscenely through the library, leaving the trio even more anxious, more needy than they could have. Y/N pushed her hips against his and Fernando's hand, wanting to cum as soon as possible. “Do you want to cum, love?”

“Yes, yes I-I want to” he replied quickly, she rolled her eyes, overcome by maddening lust.

“Ask for it, tesoro” Fernando whispered in her ear before nibbling on her earlobe and the skin of her neck. “Use your pretty words, will you?”

Y/N dug her nails into her palms and tried to stop her body from pushing against their hands, but she was already beyond her control. Lewis and Fernando had managed to break her again. More tears welled up in her eyes, but they didn't even reach beyond her cheekbones because Lewis kissed each one of them.

“Please, please, I-I need it so-so much,” she begged, opening his eyes in time to see the expressions of adoration his two bullies had on their faces. “N-No one else is going to t-touch m-me” she promised and Lewis accelerated even more, hitting her g-spot superficially, Y/N felt her body weaken completely, she was sure she had never come as hard as she did at that moment.

Lewis removed his fingers from her, and moaned when he noticed how sticky they were, he made sure to taste her, literally growling. Fuck, she was so hot, that even hating her seemed impossible.

“So fucking hot, love,” he said, leaving his own fingers clean, and then kissing her hard. Y/N responded to the kiss lazily, still lethargic from the violent orgasm. “You should try it, Nando,” he said after pulling away from her.

“I will,” the Spaniard assured, without much care he knocked all the papers off the table and carefully placed it on the wooden top. Y/N hissed at the contact of the cold wood on her scalding body, she knew that this had been just the first orgasm of many, the two engineering students wouldn't stop until she passed out from cumming so much and even though she hated it, she couldn't wait for it. Only her torso and hips were supported by the furniture, her head hung a little off the table, which made Lewis smile before turning around and facing her, at the same moment that Fernando ripped off her shorts and panties. He groaned deeply as he saw how wet her sensitive folds were, Y/N was glowing with lust in every way; in order to make her more eager, he slid his nose over her groin and inner thighs, enjoying her scent, feeling more hungry for her. Y/N bit her lip to stop herself from moaning, but it was in vain when Fernando literally devoured her pussy, he seemed desperate to taste every bit of her.

“Fuck-” she choked, “so goood” she whimpered and felt Lewis’s hand wrap around her throat.

“Open your mouth wide, sweetie,” he ordered and even without meaning to — who was she trying to fool, Y/N really wanted to, so fucking much — she opened her mouth. She watched as Lewis unzipped his jeans and let them fall around his ankles along with his underwear. She licked her lips as she saw his erection throb in front of her and she moaned in delight as Lewis pushed the head of his cock against her mouth, slowly entering the girl's warm, soft mouth. It took him a few seconds to get used to his size and when he felt her tongue try to wrap around his cock, he decided to start fucking her mouth. He held her throat with more pressure, feeling the exact spot where his cock reached her mouth, his thrusts gained more force, making Y/N choke and salivate around him, making each thrust into her mouth easier, Lewis watched with pleasure as his cock disappeared inside her lips. That was a view no one else should fucking have. “fuck baby, such a good little mouth, taking my cock so well, oh my god” he grunted.

Fernando grabbed her thighs, keeping them away from his head, because even though he didn't mind being suffocated by Y/N's thighs, at that moment it was all about eating that pussy without interruption. He pressed his fingers into the fat on her legs until they created small red spots, not that any of them would mind, and licked her folds again, collecting every last bit of her pleasure, that flowed like a fountain; Alonso let his fingers play with her clit, making her arch up on the table and he stuck his tongue in the little hole that tightened around nothing. He groaned, she moaned, Lewis moaned. Fernando unzipped his pants and released his aching penis, it was hard to the point of pain.

Fernando pumped his own cock, lost between thoughts of continuing to eat that sweet pussy or burying his cock as deep as he could. He moaned more as she wiggled on his face, wanting to cum again, and Fernando increased the pressure on her clit, licking her entire pussy, without stopping to fuck his cock in his own fist. But just to get her on the edge of cumming, he wanted to be inside her when Y/N came, he wanted her to get his cock all wet and he wanted to fill her up, Who knows, maybe she would end the night with a baby in her belly? The idea made him throb even more and with that in mind, he walked away, listening to her whimper.

“I think she’s ready, Lew,” he said huskily, licking the traces of her juices from his mouth. Lewis struggled to pull away too, appreciating how the girl was a mess of tears and saliva, beautiful as hell. He helped her sit up and she almost collapsed, she was limp and numb from the sensations that shook her body, Lewis's cock fucking her mouth, Fernando's tongue fucking her pussy, where anyone could see. But that wasn't important, she wanted to feel it all again, more intensely.

Fernando sat back down on the chair where he was and made Y/N slide onto his lap, the girl moved uncomfortably because of her trapped hands.

“L-Let go of my hands, please,” she begged, her lower lip trembling and tears welling up again. “I-I want to t-touch both of you.”

“What do you think, Lew?” he asked, stroking her thighs, doing his best to ignore that Y/N was sitting right on top of his cock.

“She behaved well, Nando... I think our little slut deserves a treat,” he said, releasing the rope around her wrists. Immediately, Y/N grabbed Fernando's shoulders and ground her pelvis against his hips, feeling the head of his cock poke her clit. She bit her lip and moaned softly, sounding sweet as only heaven could sound. The two boys grunted hoarsely. Hamilton literally jumped over the table until he was behind her, watching with pleasure as sweat bathed her back, leaving Y/N glowing in the dim light of the library.

Lewis pushed two fingers against her mouth, enjoying how quick Y/N was to wrap her warm tongue around the two digits, and he wished it was his cock there again. “like that, baby, make them nice and wet for me” he groaned in approval, she whimpered as she pulled his fingers away from her mouth, but Y/N didn't have enough time to miss it as Lewis rubbed his saliva-wet fingers against her anus, feeling her twitch “relax baby, i know you can handle it”

She felt Fernando's fingers rub circles on her thigh before lifting her, just enough to fit his cock at her entrance, making Y/N slide down his length. She rested her head on Fernando's shoulder, loving the sensation of widening that his thick cock caused her. He kissed the curve of her neck, feeling her shiver, both of them feeling each other throb with each other. He gave a nod to Lewis who took the signal and pressed the swollen glans against her anus. The girl scratched Fernando's back hard, just because they had done it before doesn't mean it was easy, Lewis was fucking big, damn.

“Fuck, tesoro, "You're strangling my cock," he said, panting. "Relax, baby, or Lew won't be able to get in," he chuckled hoarsely, placing his mouth on one of her breasts. Little by little, her grip on Fernando's cock loosens and she allows Lewis to enter completely.

Lewis breathed as if he was relieved “damn sweetie, you’re still tight” he said almost breathlessly and gave a slow thrust, making her sigh. “That’s right baby, relax and let me fuck that pretty ass.”

“I-I’m so full, damn” she moaned softly and moved her hips against both of them, feeling them go deeper. Fernando tangled his fingers in her hair and kissed her, letting her move as she wanted. Y/N kissed him back without stopping to bounce on him, moaning as his tongue moved against hers; Lewis gripped her hips tightly without stopping his thrusts and her tightness around him made things even more pleasurable. The moans of the three mixed with the sounds of their bodies colliding.

“No one will leave you like this again, little mouse,” Lewis said, wrapping his arms around her neck, speaking softly in her ear.

“No one else can make you moan so good and no one else will,” Fernando added, supporting her thighs to thrust deeper, moaning at the tightness around his cock. “Lew is right, shit, you're still tight... Even with all the times we fucked you”

Safely between the two, Y/N wiggled faster, she was so close to cumming, but there was still something missing... She needed something.

“H-Harder, p-please,” she stuttered, bouncing faster, rolling her eyes each time they entered her.

They didn't even respond, they just followed her request, holding her tightly as the dicks went in and out without stopping, Y/N held Fernando's face between both hands to kiss him sloppily, not caring about her teeth chattering against Fernando's or the bites on her lips, the kiss was interrupted by Lewis, who took her mouth eagerly, in a kiss as intense as the previous one.

A knot formed in her belly, announcing the orgasm that was to come.

“I-I w-will” She whimpered, fat tears streaming down her cheeks in abundance, she felt so much, it felt like she would collapse at any moment.

“Is that so, little mouse?” Lewis asked, pulling out of her completely, making her moan needily.

“Mhmmm yes yes” she said, trying to hurry her orgasm by pressing her clit, but Fernando held her hand, making her lean even more on him. “please”

“Fuck, sweetie,” they said together as they felt her tighten around them. “Cum, baby, cum now,” Fernando murmured, leaving more marks on her body, in addition to the ones he and Lewis had already made. Y/N gasped breathlessly as her orgasm exploded, shaking her body until she collapsed completely on top of the Spaniard, completely powerless. It wasn't long before she was joined by them, the warm heat of their cum inside her made her gasp. She was so full, so hot.

“I hope that was enough, little mouse,” Fernando said, still holding her. “No one will leave you like this again, tesoro”

“Mhmmm” was just what Y/N ‘said’.

“She needs a bath, Nando, and rest”

In no time, the two organized the mess they had made, Lewis wrapped the jacket around her body, Y/N just mumbled sleepily, snuggling into Hamilton's chest. Maybe sleeping in their dorm would finally make her understand that there would be no one else in her life.

She woke up suffocating from the heat, which was strange because it was the height of the English winter, she tried to push the blankets away, but it was no use when the source of her heat was nothing more, nothing less than Lewis and Fernando flanking her. She rubbed her eyes and looked around, seeing that he wasn't in her room, as the curtains were too dark and the walls didn't have her posters.

“What the fuck?” She grumbled, trying to sit up, but the arms wrapped around her waist prevented her.

“It’s still too early, little mouse,” Lewis murmured sleepily, holding her in place. She sighed when she felt him bury his face in her hair. “Rest.”

“B-But-” she stammered in confusion.

“That’s it, go to sleep or we’ll wake you up for good,” it was Fernando’s turn to speak, with his face buried in the valley of her breasts.

She sank back into the mattress, the memories slowly returning, the sex in the library, all the other times they had repeated it in the room they shared. Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red, no matter how many times they did this, she would never stop feeling embarrassed.

“I told you to rest, Y/N,” she heard Lewis’s muffled voice, and his grip on her waist reinforced the warning.

“I can’t sleep anymore”

“And apparently you won’t let anyone else sleep...” Fernando said, letting go of her so he could stretch, yawning still very sleepy.

The three of them settled into the king-size bed and Y/N crossed her arms “So? How are we going to solve this?”

“This? This what, little mouse?”

“Come on Lewis, the three of us! How is this going to play out from here? Or do you intend to continue acting like idiots to me in public? If so, I will leave and never speak to you again.”

“Cálmate, cálmate, no tienes que irte, ¿vale?” (Calm, calm, don't have to go, okay?) “You're with us now, little mouse, as you should have been a long time ago,” Fernando assured.

“But people will comment, I will be called a slut,” she said.

“Nobody will say anything, baby, you're with us now and nobody is stupid enough to cross any of us,” Lewis said. “And if they call you a slut, it’s because of envy, after all, people would like to be you or have you.”

She bit her lip thoughtfully. Not that she really cared about what others were saying, she had been hearing atrocities since her first day at Oxford, but this time it felt different.

“Don’t think about it, tesoro, We'll take care of it if it happens, since now you have two fucking rich idiots willing to solve any shit for you” Fernando kissed her shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, little mouse.”

“It looks like we’ll have to fuck those silly thoughts out of you, sweetie,” Lewis suggested, kissing her as Fernando made her take off the shirt she had put on earlier in the morning. She didn't care about the pain in her body, or how sensitive she was, she wanted to feel all the insane pleasure they were willing to give her.

"Feels good to me" she moaned before having her lips kissed by Alonso, Lewis was busy retracing the marks on her body, listening to the small muffled moans that escaped between her kiss and Fernando. It wasn't long before the Brit was between her legs, the shock of his mouth against her clitoris made her bite Fernando's mouth. “Holy God, Lewis!”

“No honey, no calling God’s name now,” Fernando murmured. “I think we’d better keep that pretty little mouth busy, huh?”

She held the tray, looking around the crowded cafeteria. There was no empty seat and with Heikki traveling to Finland, she was alone there. Y/N was about to turn around to go have lunch in the library with Maggie when a hand gently grabbed her arm.

“Where are you going, little mouse? We’ve been waiting for you,” Lewis said, taking the tray from her.

Her cheeks glowed red and she stammered, “B-But there are no empty seats here.”

“You can always sit on my lap, baby.” He gave her a mischievous smile. “And don’t be modest, little mouse, I know how much you like it.”

“So rude!”

He placed her in front of him as they crossed the cafeteria, oblivious to the stares of the other students. “I'll keep being rude because you like it.”

They finally reached the table where Fernando was and the Spaniard didn't hesitate, he grabbed her hand and made her sit on his lap, making the girl blush even more.

“Hey tesoro, where were you going?” he said, kissing her intensely.

“She was going to have lunch at the library, she said there was no place to have lunch.” Lewis placed her tray on the table and turned to his friends. “What is it?”

“Do you have her? The rat?”

Without thinking much, Lewis threw the apple at the forehead of the person who had said it, with enough force to shatter the fruit.

“Say that again, and the next thing to hit your face will be my fist,” he threatened. “And anyone else who says anything about Y/N, in front of me or not.”

“Eat, I know you didn’t have coffee today, there’s no point in lying” Fernando said.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but ate, she was really hungry, so she didn't even think about the irony of the situation. Weeks ago, she was having lunch anywhere to avoid the wickedness of the same men who seemed so concerned about her. The girl felt Fernando's fingers move up her waist unpretentiously, while talking to someone about the start of the Euro Cup, the subject soon became a mess, due to the variety of foreign students. Soon, Lewis's hand was on his thigh, squeezing gently.

“Very well, little mouse,” the Spaniard whispered only for her to hear. “You better be fed, because you’re going to need it.” The unspoken promises made her shiver and squirm in his lap. “Quiet, dulzura, wriggling around on my lap isn’t going to help us any now.”

Lewis's grip tightened, making her restless and anxious.

“Later, love, later,” he said quietly.

She let herself relax in Alonso's arms, listening to him discuss with some friend about the Spanish team's performance, She knew it would take a long time for the three of them to resolve the issues they had. But the weeks they spent together were giving her the certainty that things would finally work out.

Maybe life in Oxford wouldn't be so bad anymore. She held Hamilton's hand and rested her head on Alonso's shoulder, laughing at how his life literally became the popular expression ‘one is too few, two is good and three is perfect’.

a/n: Man, I spent the whole day writing this, but it finally came out the way I wanted and my God it was SO GOOD, my goodness I loved writing this, I hope you liked it too!

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