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vivwritesfics · 6 months
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Sweat, Baby, Sweat - MV1
Singapore is hot, incredibly hot. So, what do you do when you sweat through your shirt? You borrow your simp of a teammates shirt.
Max Verstappen x RB Driver!Reader
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Singapore was Y/Ns favourite track. It was taxing, but it was her favourite. High adrenaline and incredible heat. Anything could happen out there on the track.
If anywhere was going to end Red Bulls reign of dominance, it was Singapore. Y/N L/N and Max Verstappen had worked together, teammates in harmony, to keep the winning streak going.
On the rare instance Max wasn't on the podium, Y/N was in his place. More often than not they shared the podium, spraying the champagne with the biggest grins on their faces.
Only twice that year Y/N had gone out in Q2, not making it to Q3. When that happened, she couldn't face Christian, couldn't look at Max. Nobody was a bigger critic of Y/N than Y/N herself.
Singapore was hot, hot, hot.
As Max and Y/N did those little press videos (for the life of me I can't remember what they're called SOMEONE HELP PLS) Y/N was sweating. Several times while they filmed, she was pulling her shirt away from her neck, trying to get at least a little bit of air.
Sweat beaded on her forehead. She had long since taken off her Red Bull hat, too hot for that extra fabric on her head.
The press video was hard to get through. Y/N had gotten through at least three bottles of water before they finally finished. While they filmed, Max kept looking at her, frown on his face. Clearly, he was concerned.
Actually, all of the Red Bull team was concerned, but none more than him.
As soon as they'd finished filming, Y/N ran off to the bathroom. She did her business, splashed some water on her face and smelt the inside of her shirt.
It wasn't pleasant. The Red Bull shirt was such dark colours, no wonder Y/N was having trouble. She'd have to change before she and Max got on with the next round of press.
Y/N rushed off away from the press and the cameras. She ran by a concerned Max, who tried to grab her by the arm, and past the Red Bull team. "I'll be back in ten minutes," she said to Christian as she ran past.
Y/N made her way back to her hotel room. It wasn't too far away from the track, and she had almost all of her friends (aka, the other drivers) on the same floor as her.
When Y/N first started in F1, driving for Toro Rosso, there was a mixed response from fans. At that point, the fans were mostly older men and their sons. Their reactions were a mix of sexualising her and slut shaming her. Most had fears that she'd distract the rest of the grid by sleeping with them all before every race.
But the F1 Fans had grown used to her. And they loved her. They loved her as much as they loved Carlos and Pierre and Magnussen. They loved her as much as they loved every other driver on the grid.
Once in her hotel room, Y/N got changed into another Red Bull shirt. She didn't have many left, certainly not enough for the next three days of the grand prix (if things were keeping up the way they were).
After getting changed Y/N quickly checked her phone. Messages from Max and Christian, her manager reminding her of the next bit of press she had to do and her parents wishing her luck on the qualifying.
By the time Y/N got down to complete the press interview, she was already sweating. Anxiety bubbled up in side of her. What if she smelt bad? What if the cameras picked up on her pit stains?
Before the interview started, Max nudged her with his elbow. "Is everything okay?" He asked her, keeping his eyes trained forward.
Max had always been considerate when it came to Y/N. He knew what she had been through at the start of her career, the things she had to deal with from the fans. He was more aware than anybody that it was still going on. If Y/N was caught having fun with any of the drivers, they'd ridicule her online.
"Yeah, Max, I'm fine."
Y/N made it through the day in that shirt. She went to bed that night in only her underwear to try and keep cool.
By breakfast that morning she had already begun to sweat. Not through her shirt, not yet. She made it to lunch before she had to get changed.
Before the qualifying, Max pulled her to one side. Out of the prying eyes of any camera, Max grabbed her by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. Once again, she wasn't wearing her hat, making it easier for him.
"Something is going on with you. You keep disappearing," he said to her, not loosening his grip. And he wouldn't until she told him what was going on.
Y/N shook her head. "I'm okay, Max, really."
"No, you're not."
"Yes, I am."
"Just tell me!"
Letting out a sigh, Y/N looked up at him and pulled his hat from his head. She placed it on her own and smiled. "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?"
"It's just you."
Max's flirting had been really subtle since Y/N became his teammate. He hadn't wanted to toe the line, didn't want to receive the repercussions of trying to date his teammate.
Qualifying was horrible. Y/N swore in all the years before it had never been this bad. The heat was distracting and she was out in Q2, taken out by Lance fucking Stroll.
Y/N was fuming. There was only one person who could comfort her. And he was currently driving around the circuit with the fastest lap.
Y/N's post qualifying interview was short. She answered every question with one word answers, her face like a slapped ass. As soon as the interview was over she was off to her drivers room to sulk.
She was only granted two minutes to herself before there was a knock on the door. Christian didn't wait for an answer before he walked in. "How are you doing?" He asked her, leaning against the door.
Y/N shrugged her shoulders. It was far too hot to think.
"Well, whatever it is, have it sorted by tomorrow," he continued. "And, come and celebrate with your teammate."
The next day went much the same. Y/N sweated through breakfast and, by the time she got to lunch, she was having to change her shirt.
But there was one problem. She didn't have any shirts she hadn't already sweated through.
With nothing else to do, Y/N tucked her hands into her armpits and walked towards her boss. "Christian," she muttered almost timidly. It wasn't like Y/N to be timid. There wasn't room for it, with her being a woman in the sport.
She took him into her drivers room and made an embarrassing confession. She couldn't look Christian in the face as she told him how much she had been struggling in the heat and that she had no more shirts left.
Christian pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "Well, I know for a fact Max has another shirt. I'll go and grab it for you," he said, sparing her the embarrassment of telling somebody else.
When Christian returned with a shirt for Y/N she was quick to change. She put on some more deodorant and pulled Max's shirt over her head. Lifting the collar to her nose she breathed in. Max. It smelled of Max. It smelled amazing.
When she walked out of her drivers room, there were stares. She wasn't much aware of the stares she was getting, her eyes searching for one person and one person only.
Max didn't know what to do when he saw her. The shirt was slightly too big, hanging down to her thighs. It was oversized on her, the short sleeves almost at her elbows. Wow. That was all Max could think. Just wow.
He couldn't take his eyes off of her. He watched as she lifted the collar of the shirt to her nose and smelt it yet again. His heart fluttered. Wow. Just wow.
Y/N turned around and spotted Max hidden behind a team of engineers. She wove her way around the engineers, approaching him. "Thanks for the shirt," she said with a smile.
Max didn't know how to respond. He kept staring at herm unable to take his eyes off of her. It was struggle before she was wearing his clothes, but now Max didn't stand a chance.
When Y/N took his hat from her head, he finally looked at her face. "It suits you," he managed to say. She was irresistible. It was almost too much for him.
No, it was too much for him.
"Fuck it," Max whispered under his breath. He placed his hands on her hip, catching Y/N off guard. Max wasted in time in leaning in. He pressed is lips to hers in a somewhat awkward kiss.
But it didn't take Y/N long to get with the programme. She pulled the hat from her head and wrapped her arms around his neck. Closing her eyes she deepened things, leaning into him.
When she finally pulled away, Max couldn't stop staring at her.
"I've wanted to do that since we became teammates," he whispered, taking the hat from Y/N and placing it on his head.
"What stopped you?"
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thepersonnamedsam · 3 months
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helloo, just wondering if I could request an imagine for gen z driver and everything that happened last weekend in Qatar! How the heat affected her, and maybe something dramatic and how the other drivers, fans and teams maybe worried about her, thank u sm<3
a random day in my life in f1
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pairing: the genz!driver x 23!grid
summary: a vlog about our beloved genz!drivers day in the paddock
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warnings: none
note: merry christmas and a happy new year!
thanks for staying with me this year and into the new one :)
it’s not exactly like you asked and i’m sorry for that… but this has been sitting in my drafts for sooo long, and i just had to like give it some meaning…
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The vlogging camera was always secured somewhere in her bags, but she almost never used it. Being overwhelmed fast by all of the other cameras, she didn’t want to create herself more anxiety. But today was different.
„Hi guys!“ Her face appeared on the screen. Much too close, you could almost see her pimples she got from her sweaty balaclava.
The camera swayed and the paddock was shown. „We‘re here in Qatar, it’s beautiful. It is-“, the video switched to her watch „-2pm on a Thursday, that means Free Practice!“
Light music played in the background of the video, but you could still hear the busy paddock. People talking and walking in the background. Sometimes there would even be shouting, but y/n didn’t care, she just smiled into the camera.
„I’ll take you with me through my day! Are you excited? I bet you are“, she smiled. „Uhm, Qatar is a night race, as many of you probably know… but FP1 is still in daylight, which I’m glad, because I can actually see the track and not just feel it-“, she gestures the curves of the track with her hand „-you know? Yea…“, she mumbles the last part.
The video switches to a different setting. y/n now standing inside of her garage: „I have to be careful what I show here, it’s like Hippa in hospitals“, she laughs, „with privacy and all, we don’t want the other teams to know what strategies we’ve been working on.“
„But that’s my car“, she points to the newly polished F1 car, „she got a new look just for this race, can you believe it?“ The camera sways around the car to show off the new design.
„It’s really hot here, make sure to drink enough guys!“ An animation of a glass being filled with water appeared on the screen. „If it works, you should see some water right now“, the young driver grins.
The view changes again, this time to her watch: „We have 3.30pm, it’s time for me to warm up, but I’m actually already very hot, so maybe my trainer will let me off?“ She looks expectantly at her trainer, who only shakes his head no. „Aww man, worth a shot though.“
She placed the camera on the ground to film her warmup. The timelapse shows how she starts to lightly jog on the place. Her trainer starts to throw tennis balls at her. You couldn’t hear it in the video, but he shouts with which hand she has to catch the ball.
The music was catchy and in best with her rope jumping. y/n face was red and she was sweating extremely. She was puffing and breathing heavily. In this humid weather, even inside the cooling garage, it was hard to train. How would she survive in an already 40° hot car, for over 50 laps?
The music stops, so does the timelapse. You can see y/n breathing loud as she laid on the floor. Her head turned towards the camera and she smiles lightly. „Phew, never doing that again“, she laughs.
The video changes again, as y/n walks down the paddock to visit some of her friends: „I’m on my way to the McLaren hospitality. Lando and I have that tradition for Free Practice. We always get a smoothie before, so we don’t have to drink some weird protein shake.“
The view sways around and you can see the bright orange from McLaren. You could hear Lando before he was even in the video. His laugh loud and prominent. „Hi y/n‘s fans!“, he waves into the camera.
„This is Lando Norris, if you didn’t know. He drives for McLaren!“, she explains to her viewers. „I hope they know who I am…“, Lando pouts. She shushes him and giggles.
„What smoothie are you gonna get?“, she asks Lando. „McLaren hospitality has the best smoothies, I swear. Mine doesn’t even have smoothies, can you believe that?“
„Uhm, I think I’ll get the green one, I don’t want to hear anything from Jon, so that’s the only safe option“, he sighs. y/n grimaces, as the green smoothie tastes the worst.
„I think I want the red one, the one with the dragonfruit in it, so I can fly through this Free Practice like a dragon“, she laughs.
Lando rolls his eyes but still has to laugh at her shitty joke. „That was such a bad joke.“ - „But you love me anyway“, y/n grins.
You see y/n full on sweaty and with a red head. „Free Practice is done, it was hot, like really hot, Imma hop into my ice bath for a second and yea. I’ll probably go to the Hotel after to cool down, so I’m fully prepared for Qualifying.“
A shot of the pink rubber duck floating in the ice bath was shown. The duck was flipped and it showed the temperature of the water. 8°C. Perfect for a hot day like this.
„Ohh, I’m almost vaporising“, y/n laughs as she submerges in the water. „My skin is so hot and the water so cold, it’s like I’m the hot metal they put into water, I love this videos, I binge watch them before I go to sleep“, she confesses.
„Anyway, have you seen my pink ducky? I got it from Carlos! I was jealous of his, so he bought me my own temperature duck, isn’t that sweet?“
The next shot was y/n in her hotel room. She was laying in her bed, scrolling through her phone and occasionally laughing. The view was amazing, the sun was setting and you could see so much of Qatar.
„Good morning! It’s Friday then, it’s Saturday, Sunday, what?“
„Welcome“, she laughs, „I’m eating breakfast together with Max, say hi Max!“, Max waves into the camera. „I’m eating Avocado Toast with some Salmon - good fats for my body and Max is eating, actually, what are you eating Max?“
The view changes to Max‘ plate. There was a mix of different things, like some roaster potatoes and beans and some weird, almost wool like thing on his plate. „It’s potatoes, beans and some sauerkraut“, he explains. „What? Sauerkraut?“ - „Yea, I don’t know, apparently it’s good for your body.“
y/n makes a face of disgust and the screen goes black for a second.
„Okay, Q1 and Q2 are finished, got stuck in Q2, but I’m glad I don’t have to start in Q3 honestly, I can focus on the Sprint Shootout later. It’s hot in the car, hotter than usual.“
The scene changes, again to y/n laying exhausted on the floor. From the side you can see Oscar creeping up with a big glass of water. The moment the water hits y/n‘s skin, she’s up and about chasing the rookie.
„Oscar!“ And she sprints out of the view. The screen goes black and then you can see Oscar’s wet hair and two smiley young drivers. „She dumped me“, he huffs. „Into the water“, she says for clarification.
„It’s race day!“, she screams into the camera. „Well sprint day“, she says less excited. „I hate driving in these conditions. It’s way too hot, I’d rather drive on ice than this.“
The scenery changes again, cars driving around the parking lot. „I came here with Charles and Carlos, we’re staying at the same hotel and to save our carbon footprint, with all the excessive driving we do anyway, we thought we carpooled.“
You can see Charles driving and Carlos sitting in the passenger seat. „They wouldn’t let me drive, even though I’m an F1 driver“, she sighs. You can hear Carlos laugh and say: „Have you seen your driving style on the street? No way I would sit in that car.“
The young woman shakes her head and tuts. „You wouldn’t understand“, she whispered into the camera. Charles laughs.
„You know, for you being Australian, you’re still very sweaty.“ - „What? I’m not sweaty, that’s my natural glow“, Daniel laughs. „Natural for sure“, she mumbles.
„What even are you doing? You’ve been walking around with that thing for the past three days“, Danny asks. „I’m vlogging!“ - „You’re what?“, he asks confused. „You’re old, that’s what you are. It’s like blogging but with a video, so it’s vlogging“, she explains with a sigh. The older out of the two just makes an ‚oh‘ sound and laughs.
„I wanted to make a ‚a random day in my life in f1‘ video but it turned out to be a ‚a random four days in my life in f1‘ video.“
Fernando looks confused at y/n. „What?“, he blinks at her. „You know, it should’ve been a video about one day, now it’s about the whole race week“, she explains. „Ahh, okay“, Fernando answers, still unsure what the younger driver tries to explain him. „You wanna say hi?“, she asks him.
„Hi“, he replies. Fernando was not yet in view, but you could hear him. „Into the camera, Nando. You know how this works, you’ve done press and TikTok!“
„Hi“, he says again, this time Fernandos forehead was in excellent view. You could hear y/n‘s giggles as he took the camera out of her hand. „This is for my wife, Taylor, who’s cheating with another athlete!“
The camera was set down and Fernando stood up. „What are you doing?“, y/n‘s giggles continued. „Play Cardigan by Taylor Swift please“, he whisper shouts. As soon as the music begins, Fernando dances and sings to it.
„This is me before the sprint“, y/n looks into the camera and holds up a piece sign, „And this is me after the sprint.“ Face red and puffy. „Athletes sweat, I‘m a real athlete“, she quotes Daniel.
The camera sways to Oscar, who won his first race/sprint. „How do you feel, Mr. Piastri?“ - „I’m hot and sweaty, I wanna drown myself in an iceberg or something.“
„Yea same“, she huffs. „Listen, this race is exhausting. We drive in an unnormal heat, alone in the car it’s 40°C when the outside temperature is like 20°C. But the outside temperature here is already like 40°C, imagine what it’s like inside our cars.
This is for the FIA: I lost like 7kg this sprint race alone, just from sweating. What about you, Os?“ - „I don’t know if I want to say anything to the FIA“, he says lowly. „Ahh, they won’t see that anyway“, she reassures him. „I lost like eight pounds, maybe?“ - „How much is that in kilograms?“, she asks him slowly. He laughs and says: „Maybe 3.5kg.“
„Mr. Verstappen how many kilograms did you lose today?“, she shouts over the paddock. Max halts and turns around to face the camera that was shoved in his face.
„The scale says five, why? How much did you lose?“ - „Seven! Can you believe that?“
„This race really is torture, and we only raced, what, 16 laps? I don’t know.“ - „Can’t wait for tomorrow“, Lando sighs.
The screen goes black for a second again, before the same music started from her warm up at Free Practice. The timelapse begins again and you can see y/n sweating.
Occasionally she sits down to have a sip of water, but her trainer gets her up again. Her face appears wide in front of the camera and she starts to sing the lyrics as the music fades.
„Race day, baby, hoping for a good result today! I feel it in my sweat that I’ve been losing over the past few days“, she jokes.
She gets filmed as she gets into her car, it’s being rolled out of the garage and she makes the shaka with both her hands.
We get a few scenes as she drives past the start line and as she crosses the finish line, the radio messages was overlaid on the video.
„That is P4, baby!“, her race engineer shouted. „Yes! C‘mon! I almost fainted the last three laps, but totally worth it!“
You can see the podium being filmed from the ground. Max won, of course but; „Oscar and Lando! Woohoo! P2 and P3 for my Papaya Boys“, she screams as the McLaren drivers received their trophy.
The video ends with y/n sneaking into the room where they celebrated their podium in private. They were all exhausted.
„You reek of sweat and champagne“, y/n says from behind the camera. All three laugh and Max throws his towel at her camera. The screen goes black.
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user i- what was this?
user2 love, love, LOVE the smoothie tradition
user3 qatar should be banned from the schedule
user4 what do you mean, you almost fainted on the last 3 laps? what is going on?
user5 i heard lance almost fainted too
user6 this is cruel, but also love the content
user7 I WANT TO CRADLE HER AND TELL HER EVERYTHING IS OKAY AND THAT SHE CAN TAKE AN ICY SHOWER
user8 kimi would’ve walked straight to his yacht
user9 nando’s so right playing cardigan
user10 I KNEW YOU, PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK AND GIVING ME YOUR WEEKENDS!
youtube this was… eventful?
user11 ariana, what are you doing here?
user12 that’s so old
user13 shut up, they’re probably from all the tiktok edits here on yt
user11 what’s tiktok?
user14 love the new content
f1 wowza, y/n is just stealing our job! next stop: y/n hosts grill the grid
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jonespicy · 6 months
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     It was a nice anniversary. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city and work. Chan had found a cabin for rent in the woods and took the weekend off for just him and Y/n. It was perfect, to say the least. Y/n had made sure to pack enough food for the weekend so they could cook and not worry about having to go into town.
     Even though it was only two nights fully at the cabin, both were sure to make it count. Who knows when the next time they’ll get three consecutive days in a row together.
     Friday night Chan drove them up to the cabin after a lunch date. It wasn’t a super long drive so they didn’t have to leave early in the morning. Only maybe a couple of hours. So they made a lunch stop before getting groceries for the weekend and then driving up. Chan letting her play car DJ on his phone. Stealing a kiss at stoplights. Giggles the whole way up and deep into the woods. 
     Chan made sure to drive slowly on the uneven road as the got further into the woods, away from society. His hand was on her thigh until they got to the cabin. Then it was the hassle of unloading the car. Bringing in the food from the car, Y/n took to unpacking it as Chan brought in their bags and set them in the bedroom and set up all the electronics. Mainly just the TV. Nothing in the 21st century was completely off-grid anymore. Even with being so far from civilization, there was still some internet to let them at least watch Netflix.     Chan set the remote on the coffee table once he was done with the TV and walked into the kitchen as Y/n was finishing up putting away the groceries. He smiled and grabbed her waist, pulling her into him to pepper kisses all over her.
     “Chan!” Y/n giggled as she tried pushing him away— not trying to though. She loved the affection from him.
     “Get you all to myself for three days,” Chan said between kisses, pulling her closer to him
     He ended his kiss assault by pushing his lips onto her. Y/n smiled against his lips as she grabbed his shoulders. Chan walked her back up against the counter, pulling away from her lips long enough to help her up onto the counter before attacking her neck with kisses
     “We’ve got three days Channie.” Y/n moaned as his hands slipped under her shirt.
     “Three days just to fuck you, baby,” Chan growled against her neck. 
     Y/n felt her body heat up as he chuckled at her reaction. He brought his hands down and grabbed her thighs, pulling her off the counter. Y/n grabbed onto his shoulders and stared at him as he walked into the living room.
     “Think we can fuck all over the cabin in three days?” He asked as laid her back on the couch. 
     “Remember when we had the dorm to ourselves for a weekend?” She asked as he tossed his shirt off 
     “Hm, what was it, everywhere twice?” 
     “Some places three times.”
     Chan leaned back down and smashed his lips onto hers. He pushed her shirt up over her chest. Hands roaming each other’s bodies. Y/n worked her way down his abs to his jeans. She was unbuttoning the material, pushing it down enough to be able to palm him over his boxers. Chan moaned into her mouth, grinding against her hand. 
     Y/n slipped her tongue into his mouth. Exploring and wrapping around his own before he pushed back. He pushes her bra up to join her shirt above her breasts. Rough hands kneaded her breast and finger pads played with her nipples. 
     Chan detached his lips first and moved down to her chest. Kissing all along her skin before wrapping his plumps around one of her nipples. His hands moved down from her tits to push her pants down past her hips. Y/n lifted her hips to help him a bit, he pushed her pants down to her mid-thigh. His fingers moved quickly between her legs, rubbing her clit over the fabric of her panties as he switched nipples.
     Y/n laced her fingers in his hair, grinding against his fingers. His rough tongue pressed against her nipples before he detached and moved his lips down her stomach, leaving love bites in his wake. He pulled up just before the waistband of her lace panties, just for a bit to get the fabric of her pants and the lace off of her.
     Tossing them to join his shirts. He laid down on his stomach and brought her legs up over his shoulders. Y/n took a moment to toss her shirt off as he kissed her folds gently. A calm before the storm.
     Chan licked up between her folds before diving in head first. Kissing her clit and slowly licking. His nose brushed her clit when he moved down. “My perfect baby,” Chan groaned into her. Y/n smiled as she laced her fingers into his hair. If Chan looked up at her, she was sure he would see heart eyes.
     Chan started his pace slow, gradually speeding up till he lapped her up like a starved man. Moans were very quick to fill the living room. Chan wrapped his lips around her clit while two fingers worked inside her. Slowly starting to push in a third. Pads rubbed against her gummy walls while thrusting in and out of her. Her hands gripped his roots while his free hand wound its way up to her breasts.
     “More channie,” Y/n whined right before he slipped his third finger in.
     “That enough for you baby?” Chan asked as he looked up at her
     “Mm. Want your cock,” Y/n begged
     Chan hummed as he went back down, sucking harder on her clit. His fingers picked up their pace inside her. Y/n arched towards the ceiling as he built her orgasm up. The knot tightened fast. The harder he sucked and the faster he went, the harder it got to control her moans or have any self-control.
     Soon enough the knot snapped in her stomach. Cumming on his fingers before he pulled them out and licked her clean. He brought his now free hand up to her mouth. Y/n opened her mouth for him to slip his fingers into her mouth to lick his fingers clean of her juices. Moaning into her as he felt her tongue wrap around his fingers. 
     He pulled away from her cunt as he was positive she was all clean. Pulling his fingers out of her mouth, laying her legs on the sofa. He stood for a moment to discard his pants and boxers. Y/n sat up to take off her bra. Chan stopped her mid pulling his boxers down to stop her and unhook her bra for her.
     Y/n smiled up at him as he pulled the fabric off her body. Then she saw his erection standing right up. She giggled before bringing him into her mouth. The surprise was nice on his end for sure. Y/n fixed her position to sit on her knees before she started sucking him off. Chan stood straight as he looked down at her. Her hands planted on his thighs, her eyes flickered up at him as she sank further down on him.
     “Fuck baby,” Chan groaned as he grabbed the back of her head.
     Y/n moaned around him as she swallowed him. Chan let out a loud whiny moan just before she pulled back before her nose hit his abdomen. One hand moved to hold the base of his cock before she started quickly bobbing her head, never taking him fully into her throat, just deep enough to tease him. Both knew full well she could take all of him into her throat.
     Until she did. Swallowing him till he was all the way inside, his hand gripping the back of her head to hold her still before pulling her off. A string of saliva connected her to him as she looked up at him with slightly glossy eyes, sucking in deep quick breaths.
     “Need to cum inside you baby.” Chan pushed her back down onto the couch, grabbing her legs and putting them around his waist. 
     “What if I want your cum in my throat?” Y/n asked as he lined himself up at her hole
     “Later beautiful.” Chan pushed into her, watching her head fall back onto the couch.
     “Fuck,” Y/n whined just before he started his pace. After the quick surprise blowjob, he needed to cum. He picked a fast pace as he started. Grabbing onto her hips to get better leverage. 
     “Never gonna get over how good you fucking feel,” Chan groaned. His cock fucking deep into her. 
     Y/n rolled her hips slightly against him as he fucked into her. Every word he muttered under his breath or whined was how good she felt and just how lucky he was to have an amazing girlfriend like her. If she wasn’t already hot from foreplay and getting dicked down, she’d be blushing. Right now, her mind was only thinking about his tip just grazing that spot.
     “Deeper Channie, please baby. Wanna cum on your cock,” She whined. 
     Chan didn’t hesitate to throw her legs over his shoulders again and lean forward. Hands planted next to her head after intertwining their fingers together. The first thrust in the new position hit the spot dead on. She didn’t know how Chan was able to find the spot every time but she thanked every higher power out there for his rare skill of finding the g-spot. 
     He resumed his previous pace, not daring to change it as her walls clamped down around him. “Pretty, gonna cum for me again?” Chan huffed 
      Y/n nodded as a certain thrust had her walls and the knot in her stomach tightening. She knew Chan wasn’t faring much better with the way his dick was twitching inside of her. One of his hands left hers and came down between their bodies. Thumb pressing against her clit and rubbing quick circles, working her closer to her next orgasm.
     Y/n gripped his hand tighter, curses falling from both their mouths as they got closer. Chan was the first to break. He thrusted in and out as quickly as he could before she came moments later. She shook under him as he slowed down to a stop, enjoying the feeling of her wrapped around him a little longer. 
     After a few moments, Chan pulled out before leaning down and softly kissing her lips. 
     “All good baby?” he asked pulling away and kissing her cheeks
     “Mhmm.” Y/n nodded, moving her arms to wrap around his neck, “You wanna make dinner tonight?”
     “You want me to make dinner tonight,” Chan smiled at her
     “Saving my energy for when you decide to blow my back out later.”
     “I’ll do it right now.”
     Chan placed his lips back onto hers. Y/n tangled her hands in his hair as she giggled against his lips. “Wanna move to the bedroom?” Y/n mumbled against his lips.
     “Mhm,” Chan pulled away before getting up and pulling her up for a moment. He moved the throw pillows and the blanket off the couch then pulled something underneath the cushions out and it turned into a bed. Chan sat back on the mattress sofa and pulled her onto his lap, giving her a proud smile. “There we go.”
     “You’re such a dork.” Y/n giggled as she straddled his lap and cupped his face.
     “Your dork,” Chan laughed
     Pulling each other in for another kiss. Chan laid back, pulling her down with him. Hands grabbing her hips, grinding her against his semi. Moaning into the other's mouth before Chan pushed his tongue into her mouth.
     Y/n snaked a hand behind her, grabbed his dick, and pumped him, pulling away from his lips. Chan tilted his head back as she pumped him back to full length. Y/n positioned him at her entrance and slowly sank down. 
     Chan lifted his head and grabbed her hips, helping her swallow him again. “Slowly baby,” Chan said
     Y/n planted her hands on his chest, stabilizing herself. Once he was fully in her, slowly she started rolling her hips against his. Chan kept his hands on her but he didn't help her. Simply letting her grind against him. 
     He moved his hands towards her ass, gripping the flesh in his hands. Y/n smiled down at him as she switched from bringing to bouncing in him. “Shit,” Chan groaned, gripping her ass tighter. 
     Both stopped when they heard something on the back porch. Both turned towards the door. It was pretty dark outside by now, the couple having gotten to the cabin around sundown. 
     Chan sat up wrapping his arms around her waist. “Maybe it's just an animal,” he said, kissing her collarbone. 
     “Can you check?” Y/n asked, looking down at him. 
     “Yeah,” Chan answered. 
     Y/n got off his lap and sat on the mattress, pulling the throw blanket off the ground and covering herself as Chan slipped his boxers on before heading to the back door.
     Y/n waited anxiously for him to come back, telling her it was just a possum or something. Gripping the blanket she kept her eyes trained towards the back of the house. Barely noticing the figure behind her in the mask. Until his gloved hands grabbed her throat and covered her mouth. 
     Her eyes went wide as she reached up to grab the perpetrator's arms to pray them off her. Thrashing in the grip which subsequently made the blank fall off her bare body. 
     “Quit squirming,” the voice behind her pulled her roughly into his firm chest. 
     Y/n shook her head as she tried to pry herself away. The hand on her neck moved to grab her wrists, holding them down. He pushed her forward onto the mattress, his body laying on top of hers. 
     Both her arms were grabbed by a third party and pulled behind her back while the first man held her head down onto the mattress till he was done. 
     She was pulled back up by her hair and got a glimpse at the black and white mask with the elongated mouth. “Be good and stay right here for us kitten.”
     The masked man dropped her back on the mattress before she heard a chair hit the floor. She lifted her head to Chan being tied to one of the dining table chairs, tape over his mouth forbidding him to talk. Her eyes watered as he made eye contact with her. 
     Y/n looked up at the intruder tying her boyfriend up. He had a bigger build than her boyfriend and was slightly shorter than him as well. Same mask as the first one. Build alone she could guess it was easy to overpower Chan. 
     “Awe,” a new voice said behind her, slightly deeper than the first man. Was it the one who tied her up or another one? There were either three or four additional people inside the cabin, “Poor things got cum dripping out of her.”
     Y/n’s eyes went wide as she felt the mattress dip down behind her. Two fingers ran up from her clit to her entrance. This person was also wearing leather gloves as well. Y/n bit her lip and closed her eyes, squeezing water past her waterline as two of his gloved fingers pushed her boyfriends cum back into her. Thrusting in and out slowly.
     “Watching you’re girlfriend get fingered by someone else is turning you on, huh?” the man next to her boyfriend asked. Y/n opened her eyes and to see Chan was indeed hard under his boxers. The man chuckled and pulled the waist band of his boxers down below his balls. Chan groaned as the cool air his his sensitive cock as the man walked away, towards her.
     She clamped down around the man fingering her, which made him laugh. She was trying to shrink back away from the man walking towards her but there wasn’t many optiolns at this point. “Think she likes being used infront of her boyfriend.”
     The man who tied her boyfriend up crotched down infront of her, “Wanna help your boyfriend?” He asked
    Y/n sniffled and nodded her head. “Words, doll.” 
     “Y-yes,” Y/n stated as best she could
     “Wanna get out of this situation?”
     “Yes.”
     He chuckled under his mask before standing up. The fingers pulled out of her before she was sat up on her knees. Finally getting a better look around the room. Six people surrounded the room, including the two near her.
     “Look what I found.” a voice came from down the hall. Everyone in the room turned to the seventh person who walked in holding a remote and a dildo.
     Y/n’s face flushed before the seventh person got on the bed behind her. The man in front of her grabbed her face, “Open up.” She could hear his smile
     Y/n kept her mouth closed, shaking her head. The man behind her yanked her head back and hovered over her, “You want this to end well?”
     “Ye… yes,” She whined
     “Be a good whore and open your mouth.”
     He tugged on her hair for good measure. Y/n opened her mouth and a second later the toy was shoved in her throat. Y/n gagged around it as he fucked her throat with it. The other six gathered around the sofa, leaving some space for Chan to watch, and pulled out their cocks. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw them all slowly pumping them as drool dripped out the sides of her mouth.
     “Bet you’re upset you stopped her from sucking your cock earlier Channie,” The first man said mockingly over his shoulder. 
     “Stuff her already,” A new voice said.
     The toy was pulled from her mouth. Y/n doubled over coughing, trying to catch her breath. Which just gave the man behind her the right position to push the toy into her pussy. She did a weird cough moan before she was forced to sit straight and a cock shoved down her throat. She moaned as her eyes went wide as the man started fucking her throat while the others continued pumping their cocks over her.
     “Shit,” the man groaned as he thrusted in and out of her throat. 
     The one who found the toy was behind her messing the remote. Turning it on which made her moan around the cock in her mouth. The fake cock thumped up and down inside her as she started to get passed around on their cocks. Each of them pulling her off another. Each using her and their hands to get closer to their orgasm. Coming to the point the took turns shoving their cocks down her throat to cum till she was positive her drool had been replaced by their cum. 
     She wasn’t fairing to well on the toy either. The more they all used her mouth as a cum dump with the little thing fucking her, she got wetter and the knot in her stomach building. 
     “Look, barely done anything to her and she’s already fucked out.” The seven laughed as they pushed her onto her back spreading her legs.
     “Wan’ cum,” She mumbled out.
     “Think you deserve to cum?” the deepest of the voices asked
     “Not on the toy.”
     The toy was pulled out of her making her whine as her hole clenched around nothing.
     “Poor thing.” 
     One of the taller two sat back on the sofa the more built of the group lifted her up and made her straddle him.
     “Come here darling,” The man cooed as her lined his cock up with her sensetive entrance. Slowly she was sank down onto him, making her moan. He wasn’t as big as Chan but there was some competition length wise, “That’s it. Take my cock.”
     His hands grabbed her hips to hold her steady ontop of him. ”Channie,” Y/n moaned which earned her a slap on the ass.
     “Channie isn’t fucking you anymore doll.”
     “Think she needs another cock in her to get it through her head.”
     She was pulled forward onto the tall ones chest and she felt wet leather at her tight rim. Y/n shook her head as she felt him breach her ass. The man below started thrusting up into her while the one behind her fingered her ass open. She could tell his fingers were thick without the gloves but with them it was a whole other thing.
     The man below her had wrapped his arms around his body and kept her pinned down to him. Soon she felt a second finger enter her as, making her scream a “fuck”. Scissoring her ass open as the man below her slowed down as he felt her clenching.
     “Get it in already. He’s probably fucked her ass before.”
     Chan definetly had fucked her ass before. Neither could deny it. 
     Chan kept his eyes trained on his girlfriend. Angry cock laying against his stomach and leaking precum all over his abs. Beyond turned on at watching his girlfriend get gangbanged. 
     The man stationed behind her pulled his fingers out and grabbing his cock. Pumping himself before pushing into her. Below had stopped thrusting to let him inside as she screamed into his shoulder. The man behind her had her boyfriend beat in girth. 
     Once everyone was adjusted, the two men were thrusting in and out like made men. she was never but filled. one going in as the other was pulling out. 
     Behind her grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up a bit so the room could hear her. No coherent words were coming out of her at this point. Far too fucked put to even think about anything as she clenched around both men as the knot in her stomach tightened. 
     One particular thrust from the man in her ass had her body going limp as she came on the other ones cock. Body shaking as they used her holes till they came inside. Filling her up then pulling out. Y/n feel onto the mattress as their cum seeped out of her. 
     The comfort didn’t last long as she was pulled up and placed on someone else's lap. Dick pushing cum back into her ass as he breached. She whined leaned forward as his hands held her waist. “Forget how to ride a cock?” he asked before smacking her ass
     “Learn how to fuck her maybe.” the second voice said as he pushed her back and slid his dick into her soaked cunt. The second man spread her legs apart before both started thrusting into her. Whines leaving her mouth and small little “fucks” with them. Any tears that had been threatening to spill definitely started streaming down her face once the second pair started their attack. 
     It was the same as the first pair. Taking turns thrusting in and out of her. Another orgasm building up in her sensitive body. She subconsciously squeezed around them, head falling back before the intruder on top of her grabbed her neck. Y/n sucked in a quick breath of air as her once drooping eyes went wide. 
     “Don’t leave us yet baby.” He laughed
     “Still got three cocks to make cum inside your whore holes.”
     Both men came inside her, mixing with the first two and Chan’s from earlier. Pulling her off and tossing her to the side. Two more sets of hands grabbed her, this time letting her lay on her side still. One of her shaky legs was pulled into the air as their dicks slid into her cum filled holes.
    “Shit. She’s fucking full.” The man in front of her groaned
     “Think she can fit three more loads?” the man behind her chuckled as they both started thrusting in and out of her.
     “‘o more,” Y/n groaned
     “Awe she’s begging for it.”
     Y/n shook her head before the man behind her wrapped his longer fingers around her throat.
     “You can take a few more. You’re gripping us like you want it.”
     “Make some room,” the deepest voice said.
     The two moved the position so she was straddling the intruder that had his cock in her cunt. She was easy to move with how numb her limps were.
     “Think you’re pretty thing can fit three cocks in her?” 
     It was obvious the man was talking with her boyfriend but she still managed to hear the last bit of the sentence before she tried talking them out of it.
     “Maybe she needs one in her mouth too.” 
     “Get in there.”
     The first man that fucked her pulled her head up and forced himself into her throat again. She screamed around as she felt another tip prodding at her filled holes. Almost like he was trying to decide which one he wanted to stretch. Ultimately he started joined the man in her eyes.
     She cried around the man fucking her face again as the men below got situated.
     “Shit, thought she was full before,” the man above her huffed.
     Slowly the three started moving. It was a painful but pleasurable feeling once she got used to it. She wasn’t going to admit it— not like she could when she had a dick in her throat and she was severly cock drunk. 
     Her body felt light. No real control of anything else, cum dripping out of her as the four fucked her. Moving as best the could inside of her. Everyone twitching inside her as her orgasm suddenly shook her entire body.
     “Fuck” the man below groaned before he came inside her cunt.
     He stilled inside her as the two in her ass weren’t far behind him or each other. The first man came then pulled out, some of his cum spurting out onto her ass and lower back as the second followed. Coming intime with the man in her throat.
     The four took a moment before pulling out and off her.
     “Fuck,” Jisung groaned again as he threw his ghost face mask off, sweating a bit. Minho, Seungmin, and Changbin had already taken theirs off along with their gloves once they finished. Hyunjin had put his back on to get his dick sucked one last time before the scene ended.
     Changbin had untied Chan when the last five were mid fucking. The oldest snuck off to take care of his erection once the scene ended while the other three quietly got all necessarfy aftercare items ready.
     Coffee table covered with sports drinks and water and discarded gloves and ghost face masks.
     Felix untied her wrist from behind her back as Seungmin came back with a warm wet towel.
     “You with us babe?” Jisung asked as he brushed her hair out of her face
     Y/n hummed as she laid against his chest. God she was exhausted.
     It was very rare Y/n took all her boyfriends cocks at once. Threesomes and foursomes were more common in their relationship. 
     “Can you look at me babe?” Jisung asked as he slowly turned the to onto her side. Y/n looked at her boyfriend with her sleepy eyes, “Hi sweetie,” He smiled
     “Hi ji,” Y/n said
     “Can Seungmin clean you up?” He asked
     “Tired,” She groaned
     “I know baby. But we gotta make sure your okay babe.”
     “Quick and gentle bubs. Promise.” Seungmin said as he squatted down in front of her.
     “‘Kay,” she said as she laid her head against jisung’s chest. Seungmin talked her through what he was doing so he didn’t catch her off-gaurd
     “I grabbed her favortie sweater of mine and blanket from the dorms two before we left.” Jeongin said as he came back in from the outside.
     “I’ll start cooking dinner. Yongbok, come help me.” 
     Once Seungmin finished cleaning her up, Jisung sat them up.
     “Hyunjin, helped me with the sofa.” Changbin said
     Everyone had taken their own little tasks in the aftercare session. Y/n tried to pay attention, mainly so she could stay awake but she was so out of it. Jisung picked her up so the two could fix the sofa.
     “Shower,” Y/n groaned
     “Channie’s in the shower right now baby. You wanna join him?” Changbin asked     “Yeah…”
     Han passed her off to Changbin as the other producer grabbed the maknae’s hoodie for her before walking her to the bathroom. He gave a knock on the door to alert the man in there.
     “Baby want’s a shower with you Chan.” Changbin said as he opened the door.
     “Okay,” Chan said as he opened the shower curtain. Changbin passed her off to him and then set the hoodie on the counter for her next to chan’s close. 
     “I’ll bring in some bottoms for her. Minho and Yongbok are doing dinner, the rest of us are fixing the living room. Seungmin did most of the clean up but she still wanted a shower.”
     “Alright. We’ll be out soon,” Chan replied as Changbin walked out of the bathroom. “Feeling okay baby?” Chan asked. He turned the water down a bit before pulling her under the water with him.
     “Feel like jelly.” Y/n leaned her wait into him as he helped her clean up.
     “Can you tell me whose all here with us?”
     Y/n listed off the rest of their partners as he washed her up. He asked her a few more questions to make sure she was out of her subspace if she got into it. He was usually good at reading her expressions during sex when she dropped into it but he couldn’t see her face much during the scene so he didn’t wanna take chances.
     He turned the water off and got the twom of them out of the shower and dried off. He got her dressed before he put his close on before picking her up and bringing her back into the living room to relax and talk with the rest of the group.
     “Feeling okay pretty?” Hyunjin asked
     “Yeah. Thank you guys for trying the scene.”
     “Of course baby.” Chan sat back on the sofa next to the other two producers
     “We weren’t to rough with you?” Changbin asked
     “No. I liked how rough you guys were. Plus we talked about it before. Wasn’t anything we didn’t talk about that i didn’t like.” The warm shower woke her up and recharged her a bit so she was able to form sentences again.
     “How’d you like being excluded old man,” Seungmin joked at Chan.
     Chan shrugged, “I got a round and a half in.”
     “Is it too soon to ask to do this again?” Y/n asked
     “Not for a while kitten. You just took eight dicks.” Minho called from the kitchen
     “I didn’t mean right now! But, I like when i get to have kinky sex with all eight of my boyfriends at once.”
     “We’ll recording next time so you can enjoy it any time.” Jisung said
     “That actually sounds like a good idea.”
     “You’re gonna give her a new kink, again, Jisung.” Minho yelled as he came around the corner, baring a spatula
     “What’s wrong with that?”
     “It becomes all of our problems.”
     “Is that an issue?”
     “No but I don’t need random videos sent to me throughout the day of one of us fucking her. Yongbok already got her into the lingerie photos.”
     “I have no regrets.” Felix yelled from the kitchen
     “None of us do,” Seungmin laughed
     The room seemingly erupted into chaos an after veryone fucked their brains out. But what was new?
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Playing Cupid
Max Verstappen x Red Bull driver!Reader
Summary: convinced that you and Max must be the most oblivious people on earth, the rest of the grid decide to take matters into their own hands
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“Hey, I bet I can beat you to the debrief room!” Max’s voice carries through the paddock, his familiar smile in place.
You roll your eyes, a smirk playing on your lips. “You always say that and yet here we are.”
He chuckles, brushing a strand of his hair away from his face, “Optimism, it’s just part of my charm.”
“You mean your delusion?” You tease, nudging him with your elbow.
There’s a pause as you both make your way, the chatter of crew members a steady background hum as Max’s laughter and your shared jokes create a bubble around the two of you.
“You two are like the dynamic duo of Red Bull,” Daniel pipes up from where he’s leaning against the wall with his signature grin stretching across his face. “Batman and Robin vibes.”
You glance at Max, raising an eyebrow. “Batman and Robin? More like Tom and Jerry.”
Max snorts. “Which one am I?”
“Definitely Tom. Always chasing but never quite catching up.” You stick out your tongue playfully.
Daniel shakes his head with a laugh, “The chemistry though! It’s electric. The entire grid sees it.”
You look puzzled, glancing at Max whose face mirrors your own. “What are you on about, Danny?”
Before he can reply, Max’s race engineer joins in, “He’s not wrong. It’s like watching two magnets circle each other, not knowing they’re meant to connect.”
Max shrugs, looking slightly embarrassed at GP’s observation, “We’re just good friends. Teammates. That’s all.”
You nod in agreement. “Exactly! Just because we joke around doesn’t mean—”
“—there’s anything more,” Max finishes for you, the two of you so in sync it makes GP and Daniel exchange amused glances.
“Whatever you say,” GP chuckles.
The day wears on, filled with the usual press conferences, race strategies, and banter. But now, there’s an underlying hum, a question that seems to have spread among the drivers and teams: what if?
In the evening, as you’re about to make your way back to the hotel, Lewis sidles up to you. “You and Max, huh? That’s something. The fans will love it.”
You blink in surprise. “We’re just teammates. That’s all.”
He winks. “For now.”
You just laugh it off, not sure how to respond.
Later that night, you and Max find yourselves in a private corner of your hotel restaurant, both tired but satisfied. “Did Lewis say something weird to you too?” Max asks, sipping his drink.
You nod. “About us. I mean, we’re close, but all this talk ... it’s a bit strange, right?”
He sighs, “Yeah. Just because two people get along doesn’t mean they’re ... you know, together together.”
You chuckle. “Exactly. We’re friends. Best friends. That’s all.”
***
“Truth or dare!” The booming voice with an enthusiastic Australian accent echoes across the lounge where a few of the drivers have gathered post-qualifying, hoping to unwind.
Max groans from beside you. “Do we have to? Every time it ends up embarrassing at least one of us.”
You nudge him, laughing. “Oh, come on. Scared of a little dare, Verstappen?”
Daniel’s eyes gleam with mischief. “Exactly. What are you so afraid of, Maxie? Maybe revealing a certain ... secret?”
Lando, lounging on a sofa, chips in, “Or maybe singing a serenade for a certain someone?”
Max’s cheeks turn a shade redder while you feel your own face heat up. “I think Danny and Lando are in cahoots,” you whisper to Max, who chuckles in agreement.
“Alright, alright,” Max concedes, “Truth or dare. Bring it on.”
Daniel’s smile widens even further, a clear sign that he’s up to no good. “Okay, Max. Truth or dare?”
Max hesitates for a split second. “Dare.”
Daniel rubs his hands together with a surprisingly convincing evil smirk. “I dare you to serenade ...” He deliberately drags out the suspense, glancing around the room before pointing directly at you, “... your lovely teammate here.”
The room erupts into laughter and teasing. “Oh, this is going to be good!”
Max looks at you apologetically but there’s a playful glint in his eye. “Alright, alright. What song?”
You shake your head, already giggling in anticipation of what is to come. “Surprise me.”
Gathering courage, Max stands up, clearing his throat dramatically. He looks right into your eyes, a playful glint in his, and starts singing “I Want It That Way” … mostly.
“Tell me why … I keep crashing into walls. Tell me why … I can’t seem to win them all. Tell me why … I never want to hear you say, box box box box box.”
You laugh so hard that tears stream down your face. The room is filled with laughter, claps, and a few playful boos (mostly from Charles who seem partially traumatized by the mention of boxing).
“That’s officially the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me,” you say, sarcasm dripping from your words.
Max takes a bow, still red-faced. “Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all week.”
As the night winds down and the group starts to disperse, Daniel sidles up to you. “Soooooo …. did the serenade work?”
You laugh, “It was entertaining, to say the least. But Max and I ...” You trail off, not sure how to put your relationship into words.
“It’s alright,” Daniel nods understandingly and for a moment you actually think he might stop scheming to get the two of you together. But then he winks, “Sometimes the best things take time.”
***
“Formula 1 is as much about connections off the track as it is on,” Lewis begins, his voice smooth, measured, a practiced art in front of the cameras during the press conference. Flashbulbs click and reporters scribble notes. “Sometimes those connections are ... more than what meets the eye. Wouldn’t you agree?”
You raise an eyebrow. Next to you, Max shuffles slightly awkwardly.
Before you can answer, Lewis continues, eyes glinting with mischief, “For instance, teams with two drivers who might be ... more than just teammates?” His gaze flits subtly between you and Max, a tiny smirk playing on his lips.
Max laughs it off. “Talking about you and George? Or was it back with Nico?”
A ripple of laughter flows through the conference room and you bite back a smile, appreciating Max’s deflection.
Lewis grins, completely unfazed. “Good one. But no, I’ve heard some rumors about another team ... one that rhymes with Bed Rull, perhaps?”
Now you feel the need to intervene, “Rumors are just that, Lewis. Rumors. Max and I are teammates, good friends. Nothing more.” You keep your voice light but firm.
“But isn’t it interesting,” Lewis ponders aloud, “how two people can spend so much time together, share so many experiences, practically think with the same brain, and still not notice a ... deeper connection?”
Max’s eyes meet yours briefly, a momentary search for an answer, a reaction perhaps. But as quick as the look is, it’s gone.
After finishing up with media, Charles shoots a dimpled smile your way. “Quite the interview by Lewis, huh? He’s not usually one for gossip.”
You laugh. “Trying to stir the pot, I guess. Maybe he’s bored? Everyone loves a good love story.”
Charles nods, his gaze a bit more serious. “But sometimes … sometimes rumors are built on a foundation of truth. Even if you don’t see it.”
You mull over his words but before you can respond, Max joins the conversation. “Is everyone becoming a relationship expert these days or something?”
Charles just shrugs with an impish grin. “Maybe we all just want to see our friends happy.”
The comment gives you pause. Is that all this is? Friendly teasing? Or is there something more you’re missing? Something right in front of you that you’re not seeing?
But for now, as you and Max head back towards the Red Bull motorhome, you push those thoughts aside, determined to focus on the upcoming race and the challenge it presents.
***
“Fancy seeing you here!” Your team principal greets you, his tone feigning surprise as you walk into the upscale restaurant.
Max squints at him suspiciously. “You invited us both here, Christian.”
“Yes, a lovely team dinner. Just the three of us,” Christian confirms with an overly innocent smile as he guides you both to a table by the window.
The setting is intimate, with soft lighting and plush seating. A live harpist is serenading diners. It’s definitely not your typical “team dinner.”
“Christian,” you muse aloud, “this place looks a tad extravagant for a casual dinner, does it not?”
He shrugs, a smile still in place. “Consider it a treat for the team’s recent successes.”
Before you can continue your line of questioning, a waiter approaches to take your orders. You and Max share a conspiratorial glance.
“I’ll have the lobster bisque to start. With extra lobster,” Max begins, deciding to indulge.
“I’ll take the osetra caviar. You can bring the entire tin. With extra blini,” you add, grinning as you see Christian’s eyes widen.
Christian clears his throat. “Well, I actually just remembered an urgent call I have to take. Enjoy the meal, you two.” And with that, he hurries away, leaving you both chuckling.
Max leans in with a whisper, “Do you think he’s up to something?”
“Absolutely. Let’s make him pay ... literally. He did say it’s on him.”
Safe to say that you both enjoy the finest dishes the restaurant has to offer. “At this rate,” you joke as the waiter opens your second bottle of ridiculously expensive wine, “Red Bull is going to break the budget cap because of catering. Again.”
Throughout the meal, you and Max discuss the recent upgrades to your cars, dissecting each detail with genuine interest and passion. The conversation flows easily but is entirely centered on racing.
Unbeknownst to you both, scattered around the restaurant are various team members and drivers in disguises, watching your every move. From Daniel donning a fake mustache as he pretends to be a waiter to Yuki wearing a chef’s hat peeking out of the kitchen, they’re all there and all invested in the outcome of the evening.
From his spot behind the bar, Lando, sporting a terrible wig, groans. “They’re just talking about tire degradation! This is so frustrating.”
Charles, disguised as a saxophonist with a carefully trimmed goatee, chimes in, “I thought this would be it. This setting is perfect.”
Back at your table, you raise your glass. “To another successful season and having amazing teammates.”
Max clinks his glass against yours, laughing. “Cheers to that!”
As you leave, completely oblivious to your undercover audience, the collective sigh of exasperation from the team members is almost audible even over the live music.
***
“What’s this?” You lift the elegantly wrapped package from your locker, examining the tag which reads: From Fernando - Enjoy the relaxation.
Max, peering over your shoulder, also pulls out a similar package from his locker. “Looks like we both got gifts.”
Ripping open the delicate paper, you pull out a luxurious pamphlet. The cover boasts a serene image of a spa, complete with candle-lit rooms and peaceful landscapes. Max’s eyes widen as he realizes he’s got the same one.
“A couples spa retreat?” Max reads aloud, an eyebrow raised in amusement. “Really?”
Fernando, passing by at that exact moment, grins cheekily. “Thought you two could use some relaxation and a day off the track.”
“Very thoughtful of you,” you reply, peering up at him skeptically, “But why a couples retreat?”
Fernando shrugs, the picture of innocence. “It had the best reviews. Just trying to be a good friend.”
Max laughs, rolling his eyes. “Well, thanks for the ... thoughtful gift. Might as well use it.”
And so, you find yourself at the spa, wrapped in plush robes as the gentle hum of soft music and flowing water fills the air.
Max, his feet soaking in a warm tub and a clay mask setting on his face, looks over at you. “You think this was another one of their schemes to get us together?”
You laugh, dipping your toes into the fragrant water. “At this point, nothing would surprise me.”
The day goes on with various treatments — massages, scrubs, and mud baths. But instead of talking about personal lives or diving deep into emotions, you both end up discussing the possible benefits of the treatments.
“You know,” Max muses as he receives a deep tissue massage, “this technique might help with muscle fatigue after long races.”
You, getting a foot massage, nod in agreement. “Absolutely. And the mud bath we took earlier? Might help with detoxifying after particularly sweaty race weekends.”
The spa therapists, used to couples sharing intimate moments, are clearly bemused by your discussions.
Later, as you both relax in the sauna, Fernando sneaks a peek through a small window, hoping to catch a romantic moment. But to his chagrin, he finds you both animatedly discussing the aerodynamics of your cars.
“Did you notice the slight drag on the left during the last turn?” You ask, wiping away sweat.
Max nods. “I’ve been meaning to bring that up. We need to discuss that with the team.”
Fernando sighs, leaning against the wall outside the sauna. “They’re hopeless,” he mutters to himself.
He approaches you both later, looking slightly defeated. “So, the spa day? Did it perhaps help ... bring you two closer?”
You smile, patting him on the shoulder. “It was amazing for our driving techniques. Thanks, Fernando.”
Max nods in agreement, “Best spa day ever. We’re thinking of making it a regular thing.”
Fernando groans, realizing that his plan, like all the others, has somehow backfired. “I give up. You two are impossible.”
***
“Beach volleyball? Seriously?” Max raises an eyebrow, looking at the makeshift court that Lando and George have set up on the sand.
George grins, passing a volleyball between his hands. “Thought it’d be a fun way to unwind. And we’ve set the teams so it’s fair and ... interesting.”
Lando winks. “You and Y/N are paired up, of course. We thought you two could use some quality time together.”
You roll your eyes but can’t help the smirk that forms on your lips. “Let me guess, another one of your schemes to play matchmaker?”
Lando feigns shock. “Us? We would never.”
You laugh, pulling Max towards your side of the makeshift court. “Alright then, let’s do this. Prepare to be schooled, boys.”
What was meant to be a friendly match quickly turns intense. Max and you make a formidable team. The chemistry on the track seamlessly transitions to the sand, both of you equally competitive and always anticipating the other’s next moves.
“I didn’t know you two were this good!” George pants, hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breath.
You wink at him, taking your position. “There’s a lot you don’t know about us.”
Neither you nor Max are willing to give an inch. Diving saves, powerful spikes, and clever feints — you both are in it to win it.
Lando, gasping and covered in sand, mutters to George, “This was supposed to be fun. Not an Olympic match.”
The final point arrives, with you and Max at an advantage. Lando, attempting a weak serve, sends the ball perfectly to you. With a powerful run-up, you spike the ball back directly towards him. It’s fast, precise, and ... it ends up hitting Lando square in his balls.
He collapses on the hot sand, groaning. The surrounding crowd winces empathetically but you and Max? You both burst into uncontrollable laughter, falling to your knees for an entirely different reason.
“Lando!” George rushes to his side, a mix of concern and amusement on his face.
Still on the ground, Lando whines, “There go my chances of ever having kids.”
Max, between fits of laughter, manages to say, “Sorry, mate. But that was ... epic.”
You nod in agreement, offering Lando a hand. “Next time, be prepared if you’re going to challenge us. We don’t do things by halves.”
Lando takes your hand to pull himself up. “Noted. No more volleyball with you two.”
***
“Whoa,” Max blinks, staring at his phone screen. “Did you just text me?”
You frown, looking up from your own phone. “No, why?”
He shows you the screen where a message pops up, supposedly from you:
I’ve been meaning to tell you
I think I have feelings for you
Your eyes widen in shock. “I definitely didn’t send that. Wait …” You check your phone, finding a similar message supposedly from Max:
Ever since we became teammates, I’ve felt something more
Do you feel the same?
Confused, you show Max the message. The two of you exchange bewildered glances. “What is happening?” He asks, genuinely perplexed.
You shake your head. “Someone must think it’s funny to play a game with us.”
From a distance, behind the pit wall, Pierre Gasly is trying hard to suppress his laughter, watching the two of you. He nudges Charles who is next to him. “Do you think they bought it?”
Charles grins, “Knowing those two, they will probably figure it out. But it was worth the shot.”
Back at your spot, Max raises an eyebrow, “Did you by any chance get a new number recently?”
You nod. “Yeah, last week. Remember I gave it to you when we flew in? But only the team and our friends have it. Who would pull such a prank?”
Max smirks, “I have a few suspects in mind.”
You both decide to play along, typing away furiously. Max’s smirk grows wider with every passing second. “Let’s see how much our prankster likes the cards being reversed.”
Minutes later, Pierre’s phone buzzes. It’s a message from Max:
I’m so relieved you feel the same
How about dinner tonight?
Somewhere private?
Pierre’s eyes widen in surprise. He quickly checks your supposed response:
Of course I do!
Can’t believe we waited this long to admit our feelings
See you tonight? Let’s meet in the lobby for drinks and maybe dessert if you’re lucky ❤️
Pierre gulps, shooting a panicked look at Charles. “I think I’ve made a huge mistake.”
Charles snickers. “Oh, this is going to be good.”
Later in the day, Pierre approaches with guilt basically stamped across his forehead. “Look, about the texts you got …”
You grin. “Figured it out, did you?”
Max chuckles, clapping Pierre on the back. “Nice try but despite what you may think, we’re not complete idiots. ”
Pierre sighs in relief. “Honestly, I thought I might have ignited something real for a moment there.”
You laugh, “I would hope any grand confession of love I receive happens through something other than sneaky texts.”
Pierre nods, smiling sheepishly. “Fair enough. But hey, if you ever do decide to go for a romantic dinner, let me know. It’s on me.”
Max grins, “Deal.”
***
The paddock is transformed. A massive screen is set up, loungers and bean bags are spread around, and fairy lights dangle from above as a large screen and projector take center stage.
“Rom-coms?” Max squints at the list Charles is holding, a collection of the cheesiest, most cliche romantic movies available.
Charles grins, unashamed. “Best way to set the mood, right?”
You laugh, “Still trying to make Lestappen happen?”
Charles blushes. “That was one time! Besides, I have moved on to more ... realistic goals.”
Lando pops up from behind a popcorn stand, “Like getting you two to finally see what’s right in front of you.”
You roll your eyes, playfully pelting a handful of popcorn at his head. “Enough with the matchmaking.”
The movie starts and it’s clear that every spot has been strategically taken, leaving just one chair available. Daniel points to your teammate with a deceivingly innocent expression, “Why don’t you sit on Max’s lap? Save space.”
Max doesn’t miss a beat. “Or you could give up your seat and come sit on my lap yourself.”
The surrounding drivers erupt in laughter as Daniel smiles widely, conceding the point. You both end up squeezing into the chair somehow.
As the movie plays, instead of getting swept up in the romance, you both start dissecting it.
“Why would she run in the rain after him? That’s just asking for pneumonia,” Max comments as the heroine dashes through a downpour.
You nod in agreement, “And those heels? Totally impractical. She should have changed into boots.”
Charles groans, burying his face in his hands. “This isn’t how it was supposed to go.”
George pats his hair sympathetically, “You tried. That’s what matters.”
As the movie reaches its climax with a grand chase through the airport, you muse, “You know, airports have strict security. How did he even get to the gate without a boarding pass?”
Max nods, “And the plane? Totally off. They used the wrong model. That one can’t fly long-haul.”
Charles jumps up in exasperation. “That’s it! No more movies. You two are ridiculous.”
You grin, throwing an arm around Max. “Oh, come on. Admit it … you love us.”
Max chuckles, “Thanks for the movie night. Learned a lot about airport logistics and practical footwear.”
Charles sighs but a smile tugs at his lips. “We’re really not being paid enough for this.”
***
“Team-building exercise?” Max echoes. Both of you are seated in Christian’s office, a mysterious smile playing on the team principal’s lips.
Christian nods, gesturing to the woman beside him. “This is Dr. Amelia Foster, a top relationship expert.”
You exchange a hesitant glance with Max. “Relationship expert? But we’re not a couple.”
Dr. Foster chuckles, adjusting her glasses. “I’m not here for romantic purposes. I help partners of all kinds communicate better. Even teammates.”
Max leans forward. “So, what’s the plan?”
Christian clears his throat. “A simple session. See if there’s any room for improvement in your communication. I mean, you two are already a great team. Imagine if you were even better?”
Dr. Foster nods, opening her notebook. “Let’s start with a basic exercise. Max, describe how you feel when Y/N makes a risky move.”
Max thinks for a moment. “Concerned, I guess. I trust her skills but I also worry about her safety.”
You smile, touched. “And I feel proud when Max nails a difficult maneuver. He has an instinct during races that is unmatched.”
The session continues, delving into how you view each other’s strengths, weaknesses, and driving styles. As the conversation flows, Dr. Foster introduces various communication techniques.
“Now, let’s practice active listening,” she suggests. “Y/N, tell Max something, and Max, you’ll repeat it back in your own words.”
You nod. “Alright. Sometimes, when we’re racing side by side, I wish you would give me a tiny bit more space.”
Max considers then responds, “You’d like me to be a bit more cautious and ensure you have enough room during close races.”
Dr. Foster claps her hands. “Excellent! See? It’s about mutually understanding and validating each other’s perspectives.”
By the end of the session, both of you are genuinely engrossed in the exercises, seeing the potential benefits for your on-track dynamic.
As you both leave, Max turns to you, excitement in his eyes. “That technique where we visualize the other’s perspective? That could be a game-changer during races!”
You nod in agreement. “Absolutely! And the active listening can help during debriefs. Ensure we’re always on the same page.”
Christian, waiting outside, is initially hopeful upon seeing your animated discussion. “So, did the two of you ... connect?”
Max grins, “Oh, we did! I think our communication on the track is going to be better than ever.”
Christian sighs, realizing his matchmaking attempt has gone astray once again. “Not quite what I had in mind but I’ll take it for now.”
***
“I swear, rain at a race weekend is the universe’s way of telling us to slow down,” you quip, leaning back in your chair as the rain pours outside.
Max chuckles from his seat next to you. “Or it’s just weather. But I prefer your explanation.”
The sound of the rain has already lulled a group of mechanics to sleep. There’s an unexpected calm with the usual bustle of the race on hold.
You pull out your phone, browsing your music. “Let’s trade favorite songs. Bet I can surprise you with my taste.”
Max opens his own music app. “Challenge accepted.”
You play an indie track that has become your recent favorite. Max listens thoughtfully, “Never pegged you for an indie fan.”
You shrug, “Life’s full of surprises. Your turn.”
He selects a familiar classic rock track that makes you grin. “Bohemian Rhapsody? Really?”
He smirks, “Told you, surprises.”
“I’m mostly just surprised it’s not 33 Max Verstappen,” you tease.
As the afternoon stretches on, the music transitions to shared stories. You talk about your childhood, the early days of karting, the struggles, and triumphs. He shares his own tales, moments that shaped him, the highs and lows of his journey.
“Remember our first race as teammates?” He asks, a soft smile playing on his lips.
You laugh, “How could I forget? You almost ran me off the track.”
He chuckles, “Defensive driving. But you held your ground. Earned my respect that day.”
“And you earned mine,” you reminisce. “Not just as a driver but as a person.”
The atmosphere shifts, the mood turning contemplative. The stories become more personal, more intimate. You share your fears, dreams, and hopes. The raw honesty of the moment creates a bridge, a connection neither of you realized was missing.
Max looks at you, his gaze intense. “You know, despite all the teasing from the others, the setups, and the jokes, I never stopped to really see ... us.”
You nod, feeling a warmth spread through you. “I’ve been so focused on the track, on our partnership as teammates, that I never paused to consider the possibility of ... something more.”
He reaches out to gently take your hand, sending a jolt of electricity up your arm. “Maybe it’s time we did.”
You look into his eyes, seeing your own emotions reflected back, and smile. “Maybe it is.”
***
The roar of the crowd is deafening as you both step onto the podium. The last race had been intense, with both of you claiming the top spots. Max, in first, and you, a close second. The excitement is contagious, the air electric.
Max turns to you, the gleam of victory in his eyes mirrored by another emotion that has been growing since that rainy day. Without another word, he pulls you close, capturing your lips in a kiss that feels like a victory all on its own.
The crowd goes wild, cheering and whistling. But what draws your attention as you pull away, breathless, is the reaction of the grid below.
Lando jumps up, punching the air. “Yes!”
Charles grins, clapping his hands together. “Told you it’d happen on the podium!”
Daniel, laughing, shouts, “Pay up, everyone! I had this race in the betting pool.”
Confused, you turn to Max, who shrugs, just as out of the loop.
Later, as the celebrations continue, Pierre pulls you both aside, showing a clip on his phone. It’s a video from a few months ago, all the drivers and Christian huddled together, placing bets on a whiteboard labeled When Will Max and Y/N Finally Stop Being Blind?
You laugh, watching the clip. “Of course you all managed to turn our love life into a game.”
Max wraps an arm around you. “Well, they do say racing is all about strategy and timing.”
Lando approaches with a pout. “You couldn’t wait a bit longer? I was two races off.”
Daniel, counting his winnings, smirks. “Better luck next time.”
Christian shakes his head with a laugh but pulls both of you in for a hug. “Never thought I’d be so happy to lose 50 quid. Congrats, you two.”
Surrounded by the people who spent most of the season trying to make this happen, you realize that love, like racing, has its own unpredictable course. Because sometimes, the best races aren’t on the track. They’re the ones that lead to unexpected, beautiful destinations.
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oscar getting jealous over how close we are to logan?? but its so subtle that we don't really notice which makes it worse 🤭
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Logan was struggling, being a rookie in Williams was usually a recipe for disaster, and he knew it. He was one of your best friends, having known him through his Prema years with Oscar. You couldn't have been happier when you found out that your boyfriend and your best friend had both gotten seats in Formula One for 2023. Dividing your attention between the two of them has been hard. Oscar's been having one of the greatest rookie seasons since Hamilton, but Logan has been struggling. You tell him every race how much you admire his perseverance but you can see how it's wearing him down.
You knew Qatar would be a tough race, the reports of the heat being dangerous filling you with anxiety. But what you didn't expect was to be in the medical tent on Lap 42 with a devastated Logan. He was dripping with sweat by the time you found him, guzzling water like his life depended on it.
Heatstroke.
He was distraught, he'd hoped and prayed he could get better for this race, but he couldn't. The decision to retire wasn't one he took lightly, and he made sure to express that to you whilst you watched the remainder of the race. You could barely find it in yourself to listen to Logan rant as Oscar held P2 with Lando right behind him. After his sprint win yesterday Oscar had newfound confidence, dead set on a McLaren double podium this weekend. Your heart was in your mouth as Oscar crosses the line just 4.8 seconds behind Max.
He'd done it, P2 from P6, and Lando had done it too, moving up from P10 to P3. A double. You and Logan erupted in cheers in the medical tent, hugging each other as Oscar gets his second ever podium in Formula One - a back-to-back double for the team secured. You rush out of the tent, just about getting to the grid in time to see Oscar getting out of the car. He approaches you, visor lifted so you can see the smile in his eyes. You wrap your arms around him, pressing a kiss to the side of his helmet as you hear cameras snapping all around you.
The energy back in the garage was insane, everyone was on a high. You congratulated Lando as he came back into the garage after media, Oscar being commandeered by Max for a chat. Oscar eventually strides into the garage, shy grin on his face as everyone cheers his efforts. He comes straight to you, burying his head in your neck as he wraps his arms around you once more. Your hand rests on the base of his neck, soaked in sweat from the race.
"Where were you when the race ended?" You hear from behind you, turning to see Jon. "Oh, I was with Logan in the medical tent but I came straight to the grid when the race finished." You explain sweetly, Jon nodding with a tight-lipped grin, eyes flicking to Oscar behind you. You miss the way Oscar's face drops, eyebrow quirking and jaw clenching at the newfound knowledge. By the time you turn back around his smile is gone but he looks calm, "Let's get back to the hotel, want to shower." He explains curtly, marching off to remove his race suit. You stand there slightly baffled by his change in mood but brush it off as exhaustion.
"Logan said well done by the way, said he's proud of you." You tell Oscar, looking up from your phone to see him sat on the couch. He hums dismissively, "I'll text him to say thanks soon, tell him to talk to me direct not through my girlfriend for once." He huffs. You gently place yourself next to him, perched on the edge of the couch in hesitation. "What's that supposed to mean Oz?" You ask, a hand resting on his shin.
"Just mean that you're my girl, and you were with Logan when you should've been watching me." He mumbles, pulling you back so you're in between his legs. "I was watching you Oscar, Logan retired from illness I was just checking in on him." You explain, Oscar's large hands splayed across your stomach as he fiddles with the waistband of your shorts. His lips find home on your neck, "I know you were just being caring my angel, but you know you're mine don't you?" He murmurs. His soft wet lips send your shivers down your spine, your body arching into his as the tips of his fingers slip below your waistband.
His gentle fingers run over your underwear, feeling the damp spot that's been growing since you saw him get out of the shower earlier. "Is this all for me?" He groans, fingers sliding your panties to the side to swipe through the wetness. You nod against him with a whine as he tugs at your shorts. You slide them down your legs, revealing your white lace underwear to him. He urges you to settle back into your spot, fingers back in there rightful place. He collects more wetness on his middle and ring finger before moving his hand up to your mouth.
He swipes his fingers over your lips and you open them eagerly, swirling your tongue around the thick digits until they're clean. "So good for me, all mine. Only I get to see you like this, a desperate. aching. needy. slut." He whispers, pressing kisses to your neck to punctuate each word. You moan around his fingers before he removes them, using the lubrication of your spit to slide them both inside you. You moan out his name, thighs closing in, but Oscar's strong hand pries them open again. "Uh uh baby, need you to take it like you always do." He groans, the bucking of your hips applying pressure to his growing hard-on.
His fingers curl against your walls, pleads for more dripping from your mouth. "Who's making you feel this good?" He murmurs, the hand on your thigh now on your jaw, tilting your head back against his shoulder. "You Oscar, only you, always you- fuck." You whine, his fingers never stopping. He smirks, tapping your lip again with his thumb. Your mouth falls open, tongue out eagerly. Oscar groans, "Trained you so well sweetheart." His lips pucker slightly as he spits into your mouth, watching as you swallow it eagerly.
"Maybe I should get Logan to see how dirty you are for me, show him that I own you, own this pussy." He imagines, feeling your pussy clench around his fingers. He chuckles mockingly, "Of course you like that idea, want to be treated like a whore in front of your best friend." Your cheeks tinge pink in embarrassment as Oscar ridicules you, your skin on fire with pleasure.
"I can feel how close you are, want you to cum all over my hand baby, show me what I do to you." Oscar whispers in your ear, sucking a purple mark onto your pulse point as you let go. Your legs burn as your back arches, a scream of his name leaving your lips. Oscar fingers you through your orgasm, drawing it out of you. You collapse against his front, chest heaving. You hear his groan as he sucks his fingers clean, head turning to see his eyes shut in pleasure at the taste of you. "If Logan didn't already know you're mine at least now the whole floor does." He laughs, kissing the top of your head, making you curl into him in shame.
"Now where do you want to be fucked? Against the window or over the railing of the balcony?"
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pvrkacciosan · 6 months
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Prize Podium
Synopsis: You decide to announce your pregnancy to him in a moment of fame.
Pairing: Carlos Sainz X Fem!reader
Warnings; idk
Word count: 1K
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You knew he could win this weekend. Something deep in your bones was telling you Carlos was going to get a podium.
Which only made your planning all the more exciting, you had known for about three weeks that you had tested positive with a pregnancy test, and had it confirmed last week by a doctor's appointment. Now there was one thing left to do, Tell Carlos.
Your plan was simple, make a sign to hold up for when he was on the podium, It wasn't as extravagant as some of the other pregnancy announcements you'd seen online, but you knew Carlos and mixing the two things he was most passionate about, you could think of nothing better and no other way to tell him he was going to become a father to a new Sainz Jnr.
Most of his team were in on the surprise, the mechanics moved with an air of excitement, which Carlos has mentioned to you before he climbed into the car.
It has taken everything in your composure to not smile when he asked if you knew why they were all super happy, something to do with, he hadn't won yet.
On the current grid, this would be the most recent child born of any driver after Max and his wife had their daughter Zoe.
You had met the girl a few times and saw how Carlos looked at the little family. With such longing it has made your heart seize.
But now all you were feeling was nerves, worry bit in that maybe you had read his signals wrong, maybe he didn't want to have a kid with you.
Your hand pulls the sign up over your legs, sat in a chair in the garage, you could heat the head mechanic speaking to Carlos though the headsets, despite the outside noise of the others teams.
"Carlos we need this podium, you think you can get faster on the corners"
You didn't hear your fiance's response, but the team members with headsets all shot you sidelong excited glances.
It's simple to say they are equally as excited about the prospect of miniature Sainz running around, despite the distraction having a baby in here would pose.
You continued to watch the monitors, Carlos was two points of a second behind Lando, you knew they would always be happy for each other, the previous team-mates like brothers.
Lando was also privy to the surprise, you could spot the exact moment Lando slipped slightly too wide, allowing Carlos just enough room to slipstream his way past on an inside line.
That put him up into second place of the podium,
It didn't appear like any other drivers was getting anywhere close as Lando defends against them, stopping them from potentially knocking Carlos from the podium. Whether he has done it intentionally or not, you had to thank the British driver later.
That's simply left Max in pole position. He was almost half a minute in front of second position, you could see how he was driving, Carlos was fighting to keep up.
With every turn and straight he raced on faster, chasing Max down.
Something must had caused a delay, as when Max flew out from the pits during a tyre chance, he was only just in front of Carlos now.
You felt the air shift in the garage as they began fighting for the pole position.
You heart was hammering in your chest with excitement as they zipped onto the finally lap, it was still so uncertain who was going to be the first to cross the finish line.
They were at the last corner when Max came precariously close to pushing Carlos off the track, but your fiance didn't back down, pushing it he seemed to floor the throttle,
Rattling the car on until both flew over the finish line.
There was a bustle around the garage from the team, you could pick up on how they believed the FIA might review the footage,
You gathered what you had with you, moving with the team, there was two of them that stayed practically glued to your side, making sure you weren't too squashed between the excited mass of people. Body blocking them from bumping into you too much.
The smile smacked straight across you face when you looked up to the podium, Carlos standing right in the pole position. Max in second and Lando in third
Max has been given a five second penalty for pushing Carlos off the track. Giving his just an edge to snatch up the first position.
Pride beamed in your chest as Carlos scanned the crowd for you, it was nice to hear something other then the Dutch national anthem, you held the sign below the height of the crowd, you needed to wait for the right moment.
Once the trophy has been presented to each driver, you wiggled your way through the sea of red suits, the Ferrari team allowed you passage and even got you through the gate, you didn't want to know who they talked to to make that happen.
But as the champagne was sprayed you got ready, unfolding the sign, you held it up above your head, Lando was the first to spot you, slapping an alcohol soaked hand onto Carlos' shoulder, your fiance turned over his shoulder.
His face dropped and you saw the screens above pan into his face, and before you knew it the cameras had followed his line of sight.
You appeared on the screen next, the sign,
Baby Sainz coming May 2024.
Carlos' expression crumpled and he broke down, Lando hugging into his friends side, he raised the bottle to you, drinking some of what was left.
The crowds of fans and other teams yelled in excitement, you watched as Max clapped Carlos shoulder in congratulations.
Over by the Red Bull team you could see Zoe, and her mum hugged next to the barrier, watching Max with a fond expression.
You almost wept at the sight, that could be you next year, and as Carlos rushed down from the podiums to pull you into his embrace,
You couldn't help but be anything but wholly excited.
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Wildfire, Chapter Two MV1
Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!
Summary: You almost scored a win, but Max wouldn't let that happen. The McLaren boys want to take your mind off of things!
Warnings: Swearing, Max is a bit of an asshole,Reader has anger issues, Slight Violence, Alcohol, Ki ki ki rah sweat sweat
Now playing: 'Monaco' by Bad Bunny
AN: This was a STRAIN! School is beating my ass recently and it's really difficult for me to get anything done BUT i really want to write this fic!
(Here is the previous chapter)
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The race season was in full swing, and you’d been doing well. Max had, as per usual, always taken the victory, but most of the time you were on the podium next to him. You were a great new asset to Red bull, and many of the fans seemed to like you. You started discovering more and more memes about you on Instagram and Twitter that would make you chuckle. (Or X? Man idk)
People saw you as a two-sided coin, since your charismatic, silly moments were accompanied by boiling, blood red rage when something messes up the race. Numerous fans compared you to Max when he first entered F1, calling you a “Smaller version of Mad Max.”
You guys’ interactions felt like witnessing two proud stags smash their antlers against each other. No full-on fights have ensued yet, but the tense feeling between you two can be felt by everyone from miles away. It was like the calm before a storm, electric energy surging through the air, waiting to strike when things get any more heated.
Your sassy, provocative nature could bring his blood to a boil easily, often causing him to glare at you from far away or leave some snarky remarks while passing by. This dynamic wasn’t optimal for Redbull, having two drivers who clash off the grid might also clash on the grid. As long as the situation wouldn’t get worse, they’d let you two entertain the fans bit more, but Christian kept a close eye on both you and Max.
Usually your bickering was harmless,
But today you could’ve strangled him right then and there in the paddock after the race. Luckily Horner got a hold of you and dragged you away, you felt like an angry dog being put on a chain outside the house by its owner.
What happened a few minutes before angered you deeply. Max profoundly refused to let you pass him, even if you had to brake to not crash into the rear end of his car. You could’ve had the first place if it weren’t for him blocking your way. Saying you were enraged was a pathetic understatement. You were steaming with rage and wanted to smash his head against a wall.
You, Lando and Oscar were strolling towards an Ice cream truck that Oscar had found on google maps. The race weekend was over but many of the drivers decided to stay a bit longer in the beautiful city. Tough it was extremely hot, which was the reason why Oscar and Lando wanted to go for Ice cream, what they didn’t tell you tough is that they wanted to distract you from your conflict with Max.
After paying for your Ice cream, you three made your way to a bench, sitting down and enjoying your refreshments. You chose pistachio ice cream, savoring the sweet, nutty taste. “Have y’all heard about the party tonight?” Lando glanced at the buildings nearby, enjoying the fancy exterior, thinking about snapping a pic for his .jpg account. “I mean, we all know that there will be one, but I didn’t catch any specifics.” Lando now looked at you and Oscar. “Danny told me about it, it’s in the grand Casino at eleven O’ Clock. I really want to go, but I wanted to drag you both with me. Are y’all coming?” He mustered up his best puppy eyes and began pouting. A hearty laugh escaped you, almost causing you to drop your ice cream. “Sure dude! I can’t wait to have some fun.” Oscar grinned, agreeing with what you said. You guys spent some more time shopping and checking out some must-see sights of the city. Lando bought Oscar a little Koala plushie with sunglasses calling it "Oscahs Doppelgänger.” You really liked hanging out with the two McLaren boys, spending time with them meant lots of joking and messing around.
“Hurry the fuck up Y/N, its almost eleven!” Landos voice rang over his obnoxious banging on the door. You rolled your eyes and checked your outfit one more time in the mirror before heading out. You were greeted with a friendly smile from Oscar and Lando who looks like he’ll bounce around the walls like a gummy ball. He could’ve well exploded on the spot with excitement. He and Piastri were both a tiny bit older than you, but Lando was still a kid at heart.
Lando, Oscar and you walked through the city, heading straight for the big, fancy Casino. Even from far away you spotted a familiar, smiley face. “Oi! Danny!” You waved at him, gaining his attention. He was smiling broadly as usual, walking up to your little group. “Hey guys! Looks like Lando managed to drag you along, eh?” He was obviously wearing one of his flash banging party shirts, it wouldn’t be Daniel Ricciardo if he wasn’t wearing something obnoxious, right?
The four of you chitchatted for a while, when Oscar asked: “Were you waiting for someone?” Daniel looked down at his wristwatch; it was already five past eleven. “I was actually. Me and Max wanted to meet up at eleven. Don’t know where he is, maybe he already went inside.” He shrugged, glancing you way as he noticed you tensing up at the sound of the Dutchman’s name. You definitely haven’t forgotten the race earlier that day. The guys stayed quiet for a few moments as the chilly night air blew around your legs, contrasting with the warm weather during the day. Lando was the first to break the silence. “Can we finally go in?”
Once you entered the gigantic building, colorful lights and the smell of overly expensive alcohol flooded your senses. A few familiar faces were dancing, drinking, and laughing, but there were also many you didn’t know. Daniel led the group towards the bar, buying you all a round of shots. “Gotta start the night the right way!”, he laughed before downing the burning liquid. The vodka fueled the sparks in your guts and turned them into a fire. You were going to have fun tonight.
Suddenly a loud voice appeared behind you. “Hey Danny!” You froze for a second before turning around and facing the man you’ve been wanting to murder since this morning. “Oi, Max! Thought I’d never see you!” Daniel abandoned the bar stool to pat Max on the back. Oscar, who was sitting next to you, turned in your direction and whispered. “We don’t have to hang around with him. Let’s just leave- “, you interrupted him, “No. Its ok.” You were too busy glaring at Max to notice Oscars worried expression, not that he thought you’d attack Verstappen out of nowhere, but he was concerned that a teasing comment from Max was enough for you to snap. As he later would find out, it was.
Max didn’t pay any attention to you, obviously not feeling as irritated as you were. The casino was warm from the sheer number of people inside, the loud music mixed with laughing and chatting. Daniel was going on about some experience he had the day before while exploring the city. You were halfheartedly listening to your friends rambling while you were observing your friends’ mimics. Your eyes landed on your fellow Redbull driver. He was listening carefully, asking a question every now and then. He then glanced at you quickly, catching you looking at him. Max then quickly looked away again.
After a while, Lando pulled you away from the bar and towards the dance floor. He was definitely drunk by now and was all giggly and happy. “C’monnnn, dance with me!”, Lando slurred.
It must’ve already been a few hours since you arrived at the Casino, but time flew by so fast. Oscar stated that he was getting tired and wanted to go home in the next hour or so, while Lando was as lively as ever and could go the whole night. You agreed with Oscar though, since you were tired and had an appointed Press conference for tomorrow. Daniel and Max wanted to stay a little longer but agreed to accompany you outside to say goodbye. Once outside, a cold shiver ran down your spine. The city was illuminated by bright lights and a howling wind was brushing through its streets. Daniel stopped, facing the rest of the group.
“We definitely gotta go out together more often!” Lando nodded enthusiastically, glancing your way as if inviting you to go out with him more often.
“Yeah, once Y/N doesn’t hold a grudge against me, I saw those glares.” Max laughed, but you couldn’t help but judgingly glance at him. His face was red and his posture a bit wobbly.
“You’re the one complaining about me during Interviews.” The venom in your voice was very apparent, you made no effort to hide your disdain. Max looked hesitant for a second before his expression hardened. Daniel seemed to feel awkward, not exactly knowing how to deal with you two firecrackers. Max focused his eyes on your face, not wincing under your glare. “And you were the one crying around about me winning this morning?”, he laughed again, seeking eye contact with the others as if to justify his words. The McLarens Aussie next to you looked deeply worried, as If he already suspected what happened next.
The blood in your veins began boiling, you could literally feel it. A heavy push from your side caused Max to stumble back. “Don’t fucking go there you dick. You just couldn’t handle me winning, right?” Your fellow Redbull driver was now shaken awake, glaring at you with a bitter look on his face. “Don’t get mad at me because you lost, fucking Dickhead.”
You were SO ready to ruin his stupid face with a good punch.
…but before you could actually get violent a certain Honey badger stepped in. “Lads, calm your tits! I think it’s best if we all go to our hotel rooms now.” Oscar was holding you back, worrying what would happen if he’d let go of the raging man in his arms. The other McLaren boy was standing next to you guys, unsure what to do. Daniel gave Max a heavy pat on the shoulder and gave him a serious look. “Let’s go get some sleep, buddy.” Max’s eyes never left yours, like a hunter stalking its prey.
But you won’t budge under him.
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Idk man Eren just looks good as someone to hatefuck
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hate fucking with eren. <3
warnings — fem!reader, unprotected sex, consensual! , aggressive sex, orgasm denial, manhandling, ass slaps, biting, restraint w handcuffs, eren’s toxic but are we surprised lmao, brat taming, dacryphilia, breeding, eren’s too mad to care about you in the moment but aftercare is given.
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it’s not new that eren doesn’t appreciate a woman with a nasty attitude. he hates when you suck your teeth and roll your eyes at him. walk away from him when he’s talking to you, more like reprimanding. ignore his texts or calls when you’re mad at him. it frustrates him a lot. so when you go off the grid for an entire day to hang out with your friends, half of them which are other men by the way, it boils his fucking blood. pulling up in his hellcat with you having brunch outside of a restaurant to take you home immediately. he doesn’t care if you hadn’t finished your meal. doesn’t care about the rude looks your friends give him. and he really doesn’t care about the fit you throw when he holds open the passenger door until you get inside, slamming it behind you and pulling off like a dickhead.
“shut the fuck up. don’t talk to me,” his voice is malicious in your ear as his large hand covers the entire left side of your face as he pushes it down into the mattress, your hands struggling in their restraints on your backside, fuzzy pink cuffs keeping you from touching him as he drills his cock into you from behind. your ass high up and clapping back on his abdomen with a lewd echo.
your cries and whimpers muffle into the sheets, his grunts loud and expressive. his anger was so clear it radiates through the way his hips pounded against your ass he beat red.
“tired of you fuckin’ playing games with me. this shit’d be avoided if you started acting like you got some fuckin’ sense,” eren seethes, teeth sinking into the skin of your right arm causing you to hiss in pain, his tongue soothing over it before his lips followed. “so mad at you.”
“i’m sorry, ‘ren,” you whine, tears streaming down your face out of pleasure and genuine sorrow. the pressure between his dick kissing your cervix and his hot hands squeezing at your inner thighs was torture.
“awe, i know my little brat,” this was hurting him as much as it hurt you. eren kisses your face after removing his hand, trailing them down until your lips meet and he slows his thrusts, grinding deep and slow. his original plan was to deny your pleasure, but that denied his own doing that to you. he had to feel you cum. or else things wouldn’t be right.
“cum, baby. it’s okay. go ‘head.”
rocking your hips to fuck him back, eren moans and rolls his eyes back, softly caressing every part of your body he had access to. only him. you were overly sensitive, so any little touch could set you off, feeling your stomach flip and the heat filling your face the faster he massaged you, kissing up your spine with tongue. he could feel you, how you clenched and swallowed him deep, practically gushing all over his dick.
“i’m cumming, baby,” you squeal, going lightheaded in that moment.
“fuck yes, cum with me.” tiredly rocking together, your entire body quakes, eyes twitching and toes curling as you feel the warmth of his thick cum spurt inside your womb, eren holding your ass to him and grinding harder, spanking your ass as he heaves.
eren finds the key by your foot to unclasp the handcuffs, rubbing your wrists after placing them back by your side and giving them sweet kisses. “love you pretty girl.”
he’s so fucking toxic NANSJSJDNSN.
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To create a sustainable climate, we cannot keep using the same types and amounts of air conditioning.
Central ACs especially accelerate the climate crisis both overall and locally, raising the temperature in air conditioned cities by as much as 10 degrees, not to mention the overall greenhouse gas effect.
Me being extremely heat sensitive due to physical disability doesn't change that reality.
Ignoring it just because I personally am worried about staying cool would be short sighted. As the climate crisis worsens, ACs won't be able to keep up anyways! As price gouging capitalism gets worse, it's possible poor people (huge overlap with disabled people—I'm both!) will have even less access to AC anyways!! Power grid blackouts mean you can't use your AC even if you have it!!
Not to mention how bad it is for people stuck outdoors where ACs are cooking the city even hotter!!
I might get sick or die from overheating if everything stays the same!! We need other options!!
There are ways of cooling that aren't AC.
Individually, most of us probably don't have much choice about implementing many of them.
For instance, houses in the US are built mostly to retain heat, even in hot places, because European settlers wanted familiar house types and when ACs became available those same settlers moved en masse to even hotter places, and even more European-style homes were built there, with AC built in to many of them.
Now we're here, most of us can't afford to build or remodel a whole house. Changing architecture to be cooling IS possible though—it just requires more than individual choices.
Also, public green spaces and waterways are known to reduce heat. Asphalt makes cities hotter, green spaces and open water cool the area.
Cars are another obvious source of local heat. A robust public transit system reducing the number of cars on the road would make us all need less AC.
The conversation isn't about asking disabled people to turn off our ACs and just die.
We need to engage in collective action to make other types of cooling possible.
We need to be creative and collaborative and not just throw up our hands and say the only options are to keep burning up the earth with ACs, or giving them up with no alternative.
People telling you about a problem are giving you an opportunity to be part of brainstorming solutions.
When someone points out that something you need to survive is not sustainable, don't just jump to "they want me to die then". Maybe it just means we need to work together to figure out how to meet all our needs in a sustainable way!!
And yeah, if you can safely turn the AC a degree or two warmer or leave it off some days, that would be great! Every little bit helps!! But we need to be focused on big, systemic solutions and work together to make them happen.
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GOT THE FATTEST FUCKING CRUSH ON KAPPA NOW CUZ OF THE HELVETE FIC like i just wanna how kappa would be like as a lover both domestic and romantic like FUCK (this is also me requesting a headcannon list if you're up for it)
Me too, nonnie, me too 🤝🏻 I mean, obviously, Kappa is one of my favourites to write for, but this time, I actively wrote myself into crushing on this charismatic hippe ass mf HARD 🤧 The HCs are super soft and fluff af but also 18+!.
🌻 Domestic lover!Kappa HCs under the cut 🌻
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🌻 This man would be the lover to eradicate every last memory about your shitty ex's, treating you like his queen and nothing less. I strongly believe that Kappa would braid you a colourful flower crown every now and then to surprise you on days where the sun is shining bright and bee's and butterflies flutter through the air while your eyes sparkle like gemstones as he places the flower crown on top of your head.
🌻 One Good Man By Janis Joplin
🌻 Okay, let's start this off with the fact that Kappa, once emotionally attached to you, would be your number 1 fan in every regard. He'd cheer you on and support you in every way possible. He's got absolutely no boundaries when it comes to making sure that you have everything you need and more!
🌻 Jup, okay, I'm really writing myself into crushing on him further....anyhow, Kappa would also offer you to wear some of his rings. Collecting shiny little treasures for you like a crow. Everything from necklace pendants to pretty stones, feathers and tiny, handwritten notes cramped into a box that threatened to burst with tokens of his love and adoration for you.
🌻 This one really is just vibes but Kappa is so incense sticks, scented candles and homemade pastries that it's giving me brain rot. He's a hot slice of apple pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and whipped cream: Everything you could possibly desire.
🌻 Can we talk about y'alls living situation for a moment because I just know that Kappa and you would be living off-grid in an old VW T1 Samba-Bus 🚎 With an orange cat and a lazy but very loyal German shepherd. Both animals were found on the side of the road and you never really understood if Kappa and you adopted them or the other way around.
🌻 With that out of the way, It's move on to the fact that Kappa, completely infatuated with you, would fuck and pleasure you about everywhere. In the van on a rainy day and outside in the field while sun bathing. He'd eat you out as your thighs dangle from the footbridge of a small lake you two stopped by to escape the summer heat for a while. You can't tell me that the two of you wouldn't be going it at like rabbits as soon as the next best chance presents itself 🤭
🌻 This man would give it to you whenever he just so much as gets a glimpse of you maybe being a little horny and he wouldn't just be fucking, no, he'd be making love to you with saccharine-sweet praises whispered into your ear while you wrap your shaking legs around his waist to pull him in deeper.
🌻 Afterwards, he'd clean you up nice and good before propping up a kettle on the stove to prepare some mushroom-infused tea to end the day on a slight trip with you in his arms, fingers toying with strands of your hair and his lips mumbling on about just how much he loves you while the both of you sink deeper into the soft mattress beneath your bodies, drifting off into a satisfied slumber.
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Let's talk Energy Mix
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Let me talk about the energy mix for a moment - because I feel a lot of people are very unsure, how a renewable energy grid would work in practice.
So, let me get out my electrician gear and go very quickly through the different energy types that we would probably have within a Solarpunk world or something along the line. Or rather: What we might have in the future, if our governments actually fucking cared to go carbonfree.
Photovoltaic (aka Solar). Now, let me make one thing clear: Technically Photovoltaic and Solar are two different things. Photovoltaic uses certain materials that can build electricity when they interact with Photons, while Solar uses the sun's heat radiation. What most people think of as "Solarpower" is photovoltaic. This technology has made a lot of advances recently, making the panels so much more efficient than they were only a few years ago. By now photovoltaic roof tiles can actually provide enough energy for the house even during cloudy days and even further up north. Of course they cannot create enough energy during the night. While production is not 0, it is by far not enough.
Wind turbines. Currently wind turbines are making up a lot of the renewable energy mix in many countries, like my own (Germany). And for good reason. They are so darn efficient. Especially off-shore energy. While they are right now not useful for personal energy production (because turbines are fucking loud up close - only up close), they are really good at keeping the grid fed. Maybe just a bit too good.
Other forms of Wind Power. I really do not want to go too deeply into this topic. But there are currently also other forms of wind powered generators being researched. Including some that could be put onto houses. (If you want me to gover those more, just send me an ask.)
Hydro Power. Now Hydro Power, so water based power generation, has two big kinds of being used. One is by channeling the power of rivers through a generator - the other is as the currently simplest form of energy storage: If you have too much energy in your grid at any given time, pump water into a reservoir and if you need that power again, let it go through a generator. Please note though: Environmentally Hydro Power is definitely the kind of renewable power with the worst environmental impact.
Other forms of water based power generation: Currently we are experimenting a lot with getting power from the ocean. For example through tidal generators or wave generators. So far, though, these methods are only experiments, not fit for large scale production.
Geothermal Power. In a lot of areas with Geothermal activity we can also use the heat of the earth to create steam, which we then can use to power generators as well. This is especially handy in places like Iceland, that are geothermically very active, but also do not get a lot of sun half of the year and are not ideally suited for wind power.
One thing that should be noted is, that very probably we are still gonna need nuclear power as an emergency tool.
One thing that definitely needs to change, though, is how we build our energy grids. Currently we are relying a lot on macro grids, that is grids, where a few central power plants generate all the power for a large area. This does not work out well currently, based on the fact that a lot of renewables work best, if you have smaller, further distributed power plants.
This creates the need for micro grids, that are also better suited to just... Not create large scale blackouts, as the US experiences them semi-frequently.
Again, if you want me to talk more about that, I can totally do, just... send me a message.
But what you really do not need to be concerned about is the entire idea of "what do we do at night"? We have ways to deal with that. Even now. Let alone in 10 years. This area of science is currently really moving forward in long strides!
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Toto Wolff / George Russell
Title: The more you say, the less I know
Pairing: Toto Wolff / George Russell
Characters: Toto Wolff, George Russell, Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc
Prompt: Can we pretend that George being sick in Abu Dhabi was actually the start of his heat but he's the only omega in the paddock and when Toto smells him he begs George to let him HELP. Thank yu
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George feels like death once he finally steps out of the car, he honestly doesn't know how he survived this race without a crash and somehow managed to secure a podium.
His heat has been threatening him the whole weekend, he had tried everything to stop it coming but nothing has worked and it looks like it's finally here. Maybe it wouldn't have mattered as much if he wasn't the only omega on the grid.
Oh and the fact he's been lying about being a Beta.
He quickly swallows the scent blockers Aleix has given him and makes his way to the cool down room. He just wants to get those over with then he can go back to his room and spend his heat with his toys.
George sits as far away from Charles and Max as possible, he probably would have on a normal day considering the way those two give each other bedroom eyes, although it had always surprised him that Charles and Max are together and not Pierre and Charles. George coughs as he sits down, both drivers give him a strange look .
"What?" George coughs again as he sits down. Max is smirking at him while Charles looks absolutely disgusted in him. "Did you fuck someone?" George chokes on his water. "What?"
"You smell like a bitch in heat." Max laughs, while Charles narrows his eyes. "Yes, it's affecting me as a Beta." George's heart pounds out of his chest. "How can they still smell him?"
"You're a Beta too, right?"
Charles knows?
Charles Knows!
"Yeah." George chokes out with another cough, a whole wave of slick leaks out of him, it's a good thing he's in his race suit, because he feels like he's pissed himself through his fire proofs.
Who was he kidding with scent blockers? He's way too far gone for that.
The podium celebrations happen without any further incident, he manages to stay a safe distance away from Charles and Max and his scent is covered by the smell of champagne.    
The problems start once he finally gets back into his garage. Toto comes over to congratulate him on securing second in the constructors championship. George knows he can smell his sweet omega scent, when his team principal's eyes dilate until they become fully black. "George." Toto growls, gripping George's forearm. George roughly pulls away and makes a run for it before he becomes too far gone and begs Toto to take him right here in the garage. Denying his body what it really wants.
George whines as he enters the safety of the toilet cubicle, he slides his back against the door and pulls his knees up to his chest. He's sticky with heat and the ungodly amount of slick he's produced. He doesn't know what to do, he's stuck here now probably for the rest of his life, he can't face Toto. Not now he knows. 
He doesn't know what to do, so George does what he does best and allows himself to cry. He feels beyond ill, all he wants is a massive alpha cock in his arse. He loses track of time somewhere between crying and flooding the place with his slick, when he hears an aggressive bang on the door. Fuck.  sweat pools off him, he could do with a bang himself, a hard one with his back preferably pressed against a soft mattress.  
it's only when someone knocks again, he comes back to himself. "Who is it?" He manages to croak out. "George, it's me Toto. Are you okay?" George purrs it's unbearable having an alpha so close to him. He can smell Toto's strong alpha scent through the door and George has to do everything in his power to stop himself from begging Toto to wreck him.
"I'm perfectly fine Toto." George surprises himself with how calm and collected he sounds, maybe Toto will just get the hint and go away.  "George, I can smell it you know." That's it then, his life as he knows it is over. "Right, yes. I'm sorry Toto. If you want to just step away, i'll pack my stuff and leave."
"Don't be silly George, who cares that you're an omega? George is convinced he's delirious at this point and palms his hard cock through his race suit. "George lets me in please." Toto sounds calm, collected and not angry at all. He sounds sexy, how has George never noticed before? George forces his own palm off his cock. 
"George, I can smell you. Please, just open the door, I can help you out." The words translate in George's brain to please George let me fuck you. He shakes his head, trying to clear his mind. This can't be happening.
"Open the door George." Toto is quiet for a moment, a whole minute passes before he speaks again. "Open the door George, that's an order." The omega inside of him is screaming at him to obey an alpha's order. George would love nothing more than Toto's knot but there are mechanics out there? What if someone sees and tells the press that George is a horny omega who couldn't keep his hands off his team principal in public. No, he can't.
"I don't want to, go away." George lies, he can't take it anymore and pushes his race suit off his hips and wraps his hand around his cock still covered by his fire proofs. "I know you want me to help you George, don't lie to me."
"You being an omega won't affect your seat, I promise." George's hands shake as he scrambles to unlock the door. He's barely aware he's done it but Toto doesn't hesitate for a second, pulling him off his knees and presses himself up against George's sweaty back. "You smell so good baby."
"Do you want me to help you with your heat, sweet little omega?" Toto's hands are all over his body, he roughly spins him around and picks him up. George doesn't hesitate for a second and wraps his long legs around Toto's body. "You're so wet baby." Toto growls into his ear, palming the wet patch on George's fire proofs. "Please Toto."
George has completely lost it now, his omega instincts have fully taken over. Toto squeezes  his ass and massages the round globes, not hesitating for a second despite the amount of wetness George is leaking. George is shameless and pushes back into Toto's hand, silently begging for anything. The movement pushes Toto's hard cock into George's. It's pain and pleasure all at the same time, he can feel Toto's massive cock against his but there is far too much fabric between them. 
"Patience baby, you'll soon get what you want." George is only half aware that he's pulling Toto's clothes off, pulling at the hem of his shirt and pulling down the fly on his pants. Toto momentarily steps back and calmly removes each of the offending garments, leaving George to go insane watching him.
"Want you." George mumbles, mouth watering as he sees Toto's beautiful cock, it's so big and he wants to take it into his mouth, so badly. He wants to choke on it and be suffocated by the smell of Toto.  "let me help you George, this isn't about me."
Toto pushes George forward and bends him over the sink, George catches a glance at himself in the mirror, he's a mess, his hair is plastered to his forehead, his cheeks are burning red and his eyes are glazed over completely with lust. Toto is finally freeing him from his sticky fire proofs and purrs approvingly at George's body.
"You're so wet George." Toto groans into his ear as he pushes two fingers into George, he scissors them apart as George arches up, getting as much as he can from those long fingers. "Don't think i've ever had a bitch this wet." George moans even louder as a third finger is pushed inside and roughly slammed in and out of him.
"I don't have to fuck you, not if you don't want it George." The softness of it fucks with George's head. "I can just finger you or help you out in another way." George melts against Toto's body. "Please Alpha, I want your knot, please."
George has no shame and bends himself further over the sink and grinds his wet ass into Toto's cock. "Fuck, George." Toto grips his narrow hips tightly and it sends shock waves down Georges body. "Toto, fuck me please."
"Who would I be to deny a begging omega." Toto presses himself against George's cock and slowly starts to sink his cock inside. Toto's head rests on George's shoulder and he so badly wants Toto to bite him, claim him, ruin him. Toto starts thrusting instantly slamming into George, every thrust sends a tidal wave of slick down George's thighs.
It's not even nearly enough, George is begging for more, it feels like Toto is almost holding back. "Give me more, please." Toto gives a little sigh. "Whatever my little omega wants." Maybe George should be worried, they are not using a condom and George isn't on any birth control but he's not worried, he wants Toto to fuck him full of his pups.
Toto is holding him holding him like he's precious and might shatter in his arms, George on the other hand is pushing his hips back and getting everything he needs. He moans loudly, so damn turned on as Toto slides his hips back and slams back into him, The pace is rhythmic and fast and delicious. "You're so good like this George." George grunts as he's filled with an extra hard thrust. "Such a cute little omega, begging for your alpha's cock like that.
Toto holds George's hips in an iron grip, to stop him bumping himself into the sink and hurting himself. The omega inside George giggles foolishly at the protection from his alpha while Toto slides their bodies together perfectly, both moaning loudly in sync with each other.
"I've always know George, that you were a little omega." Toto growls into his ear, speeding up his thrusts until the sound of skin slapping against echo's around the bathroom. "As soon as you presented me with that little power point with your sweet smell and your eagerness to impress." George cries out, as Toto hits him dead on in his prostate. "And you are aren't you George? Always so submissive and responds well to praise."
"Please, I need..." George doesn't really know what he's asking for Toto seems to understand, as he angles his thrusts and slams into George's prostate with every thrust, causing the omega to cry out in pure pleasure with every thrust into his body. George comes hard, untouched the cum exploding over his already wet through body but it's not nearly enough. He whines and squirms in Toto's grip.
"What is it baby, do you need your alpha's not?" George is far too gone for words, he nods eagerly. George doesn't care about anything other than Toto's knot right now, he will happily carry Toto's pups, hopefully strong alpha's just like daddy.  
Toto thrusts into him with all his might, squeezing impossibly harder on his already bruised his hips, while his other hand pushes George's beck, down bending him open even more. George groans feeling himself open up, ready for the knot he's about to receive.
George splutters and chokes on his moans when he finally feels Toto's knot sink inside of his whole and starts swelling larger and larger. George's thoughts dominated by being a good wife and good mommy and that's even before Toto has started to spill inside of him.
When Toto's knot finally pops and fills him with that hot fertile alpha seed, he can't hold back his second orgasm and comes completely untouched.
Toto pulls out of him and sinks down to the floor with George, just holding him. George has come back to senses, at least before the next wave starts and he's so fucking embarrassed with himself, begging for knots and pups. What was he thinking?
"What are you going to do about the next wave?" Toto his helping him onto his feet. "I don't know, i've got toys and stuff back in my room." Just gives a little shrug. "Why... Why don't I help you with your heat? We've done it once what difference does a few more rounds make?" And then Toto adds as an afterthought. "We'll get you the morning after pill as well."
George is apparently more gone than he originally thought because he purrs and agrees to let Toto come back with him.       
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niqhtlord01 · 6 days
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Humans are weird: Criminal Detectives Part 2
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The human’s words and observations certainly caused a stir back at police HQ. Trem and Morbin’s chief was not pleased to have had his two star detectives not only mislabel a murder as a suicide, but to have also had those determining facts shown to them by a human who had been on the scene for less than ten minutes.
With the case reclassified as a murder investigation the human government had taken control and placed Douglas Finch in charge moving forward. Their Chief had fought against such a decision, but it was standard policy that in the event of a human murder case the human government would oversee all investigations into the matter. The Mayor of the city had even called the chief to “reinforce” the new structure and told the chief that they should offer Finch every courtesy in the matter.
It was a phone call so heated officer’s two floors below could still hear the Chief’s voice shouting.  
So it was now that both the alien detectives watched their crime scene now swarmed over by a host of humans snapping pictures, collecting samples for testing, and interviewing not only the rest of the building’s occupants but reaching out to several people who frequented the outside office areas who may have saw or heard anything strange during the time of death.
Finch, the CSI human who had been dispatched, was standing in the hallway outside the murder victim’s office reading a data file when Trem and Morbin approached.
“Glad you two could find your way back so easily.” Finch remarked to the two alien detectives as they approached. He didn’t even bother to take his eyes off the data pad as he continued scrolling through its contents.
Morbin was smart enough not to rise to the bait, but Trem was less than cordial.
“We’ve served on the force for over thirteen stellar rotations!” Trem replied sharply.
“Yet you missed the file cabinet’s lock being broken open, several missing files, that the murder weapon was put into the wrong hand of the victim to fake a suicide, and thought it wasn’t odd that the victim would wait for a passing train to blow his brains out to muffle the sound.”
“We…I….you!” Trem stammered as he boiled in rage as Finch tucked away his data pad and walked past the alien detectives.
“Where are you going?” Morbin demanded. Finch didn’t even bother to turn around to answer and just shouted over his shoulder as he left the building.
“Going to see what I can dig up on my own.”
Both alien detectives looked at each other in astonishment as the human left before quickly following after them.
------------------- Three sector grids later the pair of alien detectives watched from the shadows as the human got out of his hover car. They’d been trailing him the moment he left the crime scene and despite a few instances of nearly getting caught they were sure the human wasn’t aware of them.
To his credit the human had covered their tracks surprisingly well. They’d transferred into four different hover cars during their wanderings across several different city levels until finally ending up in the industrial district. Neither Trem nor Morbin knew what the human could want here, but they were both well aware they were in the shady part of the city that had unsuspecting cops vanishing all the time.
“What’s he doing now?” Morbin asked as Trem focused on the scanner lenses.
“He just got out of his car and is walking down the street.”
Morbin was at the wheel of their hover car while Trem was next to him in the front with the scanner lenses. They could pierce through solid materials and focus on certain living organisms but only within a range of about 50-60 feet.
“I hope he gets in another car soon so we can get out of here.” Morbin kept his eyes peeled to either side of the street. “You don’t hover into the Pipelands unless you got a police battalion behind you.”
“Relax,” Trem quipped as he adjusted the scanners, “it’s not like the human is going to meet-“
Trem’s voice trailed off as he finished adjusting the scanner.
“What is it?” Morbin asked as he sat up. When Trem didn’t respond right away he upholstered his laser pistol with one hand and tightened his grip on the steering wheel with the other.
“That flesh sack,” Trem stammered, “is meeting Fnar.”
“What?!?” Morbin snatched the scanner lenses out of his partner’s hands and brought them up to his eyes. The scanners quickly cut through the building between him and their human target and sure enough he saw the outline of Finch slowly take shape; and standing over him like a looming tower was a new bio-signature that identified itself as none other than Fnar Batal, the unofficial ruler of the Pipelands.
His criminal operation spread across sixteen sector grids and he ruled them with an iron fist. Even the mayor was too scared to cross Fnar directly, but thankfully the crime lord had learned that make a big show of power tended to get his kind jailed or killed. Fnar had opted to rule through intimidation and a deaf hand to not invite a similar fate and was the oldest crime lord on the planet.
“What are they say?” Trem asked as he reached for the scanner lenses back. Morbin swatted his hand away while he kept his eyes glued to the outlines of Finch and Fnar.
Finch’s back was towards Morbin so he couldn’t make out what he was saying, but the human was making several hand gestures and Fnar seemed to be nodding. Whatever the human was saying was clearly the right words to be used. Finch’s outline then turned in Morbin’s direction and a hand came up to point directly at the alien detective.
“FRAK!” Morbin shouted as he dropped the scanner lenses and made to hit the accelerator when a pair of massive arms smashed through the driver’s window and yanked him from the hover car. The blaster in his hand was snatched away by another thug while Trem was likewise hauled from the vehicle.
“Thought coppers like you knew the Pipeland’s were off limits.” The thug holding Morbin remarked; the smugness dripping from every word as the other thugs chuckled. The thug’s grip tightened further and Morbin could hear his exoskeleton creaking under the intense pressure. He tried to speak again but his voice was little more than gasps at this point.
“Ease off lads.” A new voice cut in. ‘I just wanted to give them a bit of fright, not kill them.”
Morbin followed the voice to see Finch standing in front of the hover car pulling out a cigarette. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a match which he immediately struck off against the hood of Morbin’s car and lit up while the thugs watched on.
“We don’t take orders from you flesh sack!” The thug holding Morbin shot back.
“But you do listen to your boss,” Finch countered, flicking the burnt match at the thug dismissively, “and I don’t think he’d take kindly to you making his guest feel unwelcome.”
Finch walked over to the thug and tilted his head back a smidge to look up into their face.
“So kindly put them him and his friend down, and then piss off somewhere else.”
The thug mashed their teeth together in rage before relenting; dropping Morbin followed shortly after by Trem on the other side of the car.
“Next time we see them we gut them like sigs.” The thug spat before leaving.
Morbin and Trem grasped their throats and coughed several times as air flooded back into their lungs. When Morbin’s eyesight cleared again he saw Finch smiling down at him.
“Need a ride?”
--------------------- “What….was…that about?” Morbin gasped as he and Trem were flown out of the Pipelands by Finch in his own vehicle.
“Bit of field work.” Finch said dryly, turning to avoid an oncoming hover hauler. “I needed to get some info about the case and Fnar was the only one who could provide it.”
“What could you…”, Trem spoke up, “possibly have that Fnar wants?”
“A promise to move his incarcerated son to a max level human prison for one thing.” Finch said with a grin. “Seems he’s got a whole list of enemies that wouldn’t mind gutting the little runt in prison to get back at dear old papa, so he was all too willing to make a trade for the kids safety.”
“You deal with criminals?” Morbin spoke up; his voice returning to his stable tone. “I thought you were a human enforcer of law?”
“You spend enough time fighting crime you eventually learn that it never goes away,” Finch replied seriously, “and that having someone with their ear to the ground can be even more productive than someone behind bars.”
Morbin was astonished to hear that human could so easily rationalize dealings with criminals. The idea of allowing criminals to exist just so they could turn on other criminals was beyond his comprehension of law and order.
“And did you?”
“Did I what?”
“Did you get information?” Trem asked.
Finch nodded.
“It seems Morgan Solis was very good at accounting and had noticed some irregularities with the book keeping of his company.” Finch opened up. “Large sums of money were being swept under the table and were written off as charity donations.”
“That’s nothing new.” Trem admitted, “Corporations do that all the time.”
“True, but Morgan made the mistake of tracking down who the money was being diverted to and was in the process of going public with that information.”
“And how would Fnar know all this?” Morbin inquired.
“Not too long ago a contract was floated around about a B&E job paying big credits. Fnar remembered it since it was rather light on details aside from it involving a human. He passed on the job, as did many of the other main providers, since crossing humans tends to lead to bad business; but he kept a copy of the contract and the details match up with the crime scene.”
“We’re looking for someone who is heavily invested in staying in the shadows and is not afraid to kill someone to keep themselves there.”
Morbin and Trem say in silence for a time taking in the new information they had just been given. “So,” Morbing finally spoke up as they neared the upper sectors of the city again, “what do we do now?”
“I don’t know about you,” Finch said cockily, “but I mean to find these bastards and drag them into the light myself; kicking and screaming all the way if needed.”
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likelyemily · 2 years
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TRANSPARENCY - Part One
Pairing: Peter Ballard X Reader
Words: 2,108
Warnings: Smut
Summary: I can't stop watching Peter through the two-way mirror. Thank God he will never know the dirty thoughts running through my mind.
At 12 o'clock sharp every afternoon, I take my position behind the one-sided glass in the Rainbow Room. While there are security cameras, they are nowhere near precise enough to retrieve every detail needed for a thorough report. The cameras can't pick up emotion, facial expression, body language. It would be a scientific faux-pas to not have somebody studying the children in person.
For the three hours everyone was congregated in the room, I am sat behind the two-way glass panel. It is a very small room, barren aside from a white desk, white chair, and aluminum floor lamp. The lamp was necessary because the room was too small to fit a lighting panel in the ceiling. Behind the desk, there was only enough room for one person to fit comfortably.
One thing is for sure, the room was not built with the person's comfort in mind.
I have my typewriter in front of me, along with a gridded notebook and pen. Even the top-of-the-line typewriters are accident prone, so sometimes a quick shift to pen and paper is necessary. Beside my writing tools lies the communication device that nobody ever calls me on.
You become fairly forgettable when your only purpose is to analyze. A lot of the time, I feel like nothing more than a ghost in the walls.
On the other side of the glass, all of the children are attending to their own individual projects. Our set of twins are seated on the floor, racing plastic toy cars alongside each other. I can't help but smile as the girl twin gets a triumphant look on her face as her car takes the lead.
I used to find myself with a nasty case of jealousy when I would watch the caretakers interact with the kids. My friend Alec would always get to pat the kids on the back when they accomplished something. He was allowed to give them affirming words when the child was struggling with a new task. All I can do is write down how the child's body hunched over in defeat.
Yes, I was sometimes jealous. So sue me.
Both twins stood off of their hunches and went to retrieve the cars from the bottom of a lounge set. I loved watching them play, there was never any malice in their competition. That was the case for most of the friend groups. Friendly competition was always promoted when it was play time.
It takes effort to not focus on one child too much. Unless I had concerns for their safety, there was no just cause for me to put too much effort into their analysis.
Dr. Brenner had been upset with me before over this exact thing. I had suspected a group of older kids of intimidation, so a majority of my papers that week had followed their smirks when another superhuman was upset. They thrived off of watching the humiliation of their peers, and I felt a need to make notes on their actions, as well as the body language of who I suspected to be their victims.
Dr. Brenner pulled me aside the evening after I submitted the reports to tell me that they were too negative. My job was not to intervene in the personal emotions, but to gauge the success. I had made the deadly mistake of treating these children as anything other than machines.
But I stopped being jealous when I realized the best part of being a ghost; I can stare at anything I please. There was no surveillance in this room, being one of the only rooms in the entire establishment to lack a rectangular camera. When I realized that I could ogle at Peter as much at any time, my afternoon duty was suddenly the only place I wanted to be.
Sometimes I feel like he knows. Somehow, someway he is able to stare through the "mirror" and see my heated face as I watch him saunter around the room. It would be a fate worse than death if he ever knew how I blushed when he would gently smile at one of the children.
Obviously, I never let my crush take away from my job performance. I still diligently wrote my reports, now always up to Dr. Brenner's standards. No information was sacrificed in favor of my raunchy staring.
It wasn't until late at night that I would run the thoughts of Peter through my mind. My mind would run absolutely rampant with thoughts of his tall physique dominating me. Of his hands all over my body, his mouth following their path.
And every night, these sinful thoughts were enough to bring me over the edge. I pretend my fingers are his long, slender ones while I fuck myself hard and slow. I've spent enough time listening to his angelic voice that I can imagine his voice in my ear saying the most arousing, humiliating things that my mind can conjure.
Tonight, I'm thinking of all the different ways he could use me for his own pleasure. How he could take me with no resistance whatsoever.
We are standing in the center of my bedroom. The lamp lighting is casting a glow on his face, making it look perfectly angular. He has my hand in his own, staring me down with those intense, deep blue eyes. His hand moves to the back of my neck, pulling me in so his lips are only an inch from my ear.
"Are you going to be my good little girl?" He whispers in a low drawl. I can feel myself go weak in the knees with the need to fulfill this man's every desire.
Peter places both strong hands on my shoulders and gently guides me down to my knees on the soft carpet below. Fingers stroke my head while he stares at me so intently. If the act I was about to commit wasn't so degrading, I would have felt empowered by his gaze. His hands leave me completely as he moves to undo his white linen trousers. He only pulls down the slacks and his underwear enough to free his manhood from its confines.
Once again, his hands return to the back of my head. This time, he pulls me forward towards his erection, still intent on expectantly gazing at me.
"Let's see what that perfect mouth can do," He mutters, pulling me down when my mouth is open wide enough to take him. Despite the soft, caring demeanor he carries with him, he immediately invades my throat until my nose is flush with his pubic bone. There is no unattractive hair on his body, only clean skin. I take in his distinctive woody floral scent through my nose. His hygiene is as immaculate as everything else in the lab.
Peter's fingers have taken a harsh grip on my hair as he uses my mouth as he pleases. The motions are definitely slow, but his strokes are deep inside of my throat. It is one of the most domineering feelings, being used so leisurely. Peter is taking all of the time in the world to use my mouth.
Low, masculine moans sound around us, seeping into the walls. My core pulses with the knowledge that I am bringing him pleasure.
This continues on for a few more long minutes before the movement of Peter's hips become more sporadic, his body taking over as the hand pushing and pulling my head ceases all motion. His strokes also become more shallow, but it becomes significantly harder to breathe as the motion steadily picks up.
With no warning other than the increased speed, he ejaculates into my waiting mouth with a relieved groan. His head is thrown back with closed eyes and a slack jaw. His motions don't cease entirely for a few more second, almost attempting to fuck the come down my throat. The taste is slightly salty, but there is none of the typical bitterness. Figures, Peter has more self-respect than a majority of the men on the planet. He takes pride in taking care of himself, and it shows in every aspect.
It is obvious when Peter returns to himself. He tucks his manhood back inside of his trousers before re-doing the zipper. His hand resumes the gentle stroking of my scalp from earlier, his fingers hadn't left my hair since he had gotten me on my knees.
"That was perfect dear," he says in his normal tone. It is intimate in a different way than his prior endearments, which took the tone of a seductor. This tone was one of a mentor praising a mentee's accomplishments. Something about the sentence made my lower region throb with lust.
Peter lowers down to my level on the floor, placing himself with his legs crossed. . His expectant stare has returned, meaning that this encounter is nowhere near done. The hand in my hair lowers to place itself on the crevice of my waist, followed by the other hand on the opposite side of my torso.
"Can you lean back for me, love?" He asks. I shift so my bottom is on the floor, and my back is up against the soft mattress of my bed. I spread my legs so they rest on either side of his crossed legs. He uses his grip on my waist to move me slightly closer to his body.
One of the hands on my waist returns to my head, laying soft but firmly on my jaw. The hand pulls me so my lips meet Peter's in a hot, deep kiss. It was a romantic kiss, one that would have made me weak if I wasn't already on the floor. He pulls back.
"Take your pants off for me," He says, voice dropping low again. He gives me an encouraging smile as I lift myself up slightly to remove the white trousers from my person "Underwear as well."
I am soon naked from the waist down, only slightly covered by the bottom of my white oxford shirt. Peter pulls me into his lap, our faces no more than an inch away from each other. I have quickly learnt that I don't need personal space when I'm with him.
Warm hands travel up my thighs, under my shirt to fondle my breasts. Peter uses his thumbs to circle my nipples, they quickly peak with my unhidden arousal. I send a silent prayer that I don't mess up his pants with the steady stream of wetness coming from my womanhood.
"May I tough you?" He asks politely, a complete joke when looking at the past fifteen minutes of my life.
"Please," I breathe, begging him to do anything. I am slowly starting to ache with need, and the only cure is the criminally handsome blonde in front of me.
One of his hands leaves from inside my shirt, traveling to touch me right where I need him most. His thumb traces lazy circles around my clit as he enters two fingers into my entrance. There is no resistance whatsoever as his fingers push into my drenched center, curling deliciously in all of the right places. The heat in my body is slowly rising, making my face even more flushed than it already was.
I move to kiss him, this one being far hotter than the kiss previously. Both of my hands are on his face, latching on to him as though everything would end if I let him go. He pushes back, deepening the kiss with a ferocity that makes me submit to his tongue as it forces its way through my lips. He licks into my mouth, savoring the taste of my saliva mixed with the remanence of his pleasure.
My orgasm rushes through my like fire, making me clench around his fingers as I release. He pumps his fingers in and out a few more times, runs a few more rough circles over my clit to wring the last bit of pleasure from my body. I slump against his body, hoping he is just as exhausted as I am feeling. He cradles me in his arms, kissing the top of my head while he utters my praises in a near whisper.
This is how I fall asleep. I withdraw my fingers from myself, thoroughly satisfied from the mental image of Peter. Pretending I hear his voice in my ear lulls me to sleep. I go to sleep peacefully, there's no point in feeling the guilt that used to overtake me when I first started imagining him. What Peter doesn't know can't hurt him.
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oranoyaora · 2 years
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Ushijima x reader smut
I’m so sorry for not being able to respond sooner 😭. I’ve been staying at a place where there is no cell service AND no Wi-Fi, so I’ve been off the grid trololol. I hope you like this nonnie 😭
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to be missed
minors do not interact >:(
ft. timeskip!ushijima wakatoshi
warning(s): nsfw, smutty smut, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, breeding kink?
tags: established relationship, afab reader
notes: im still getting used to writing smut, so bear with me on this one. also, let me know if I missed anything in the warnings or tags
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You were roughly lifted and placed onto the counter of your kitchen. Ushijima slotted his lips onto yours as one of his hands gripped your waist while the other held onto your jaw. Your hands slithered their way into his hair.
The hand that held your waist slid down to your hip, fingers kneading into the fat of your ass. Ushijima tugged you toward him as he grinded your clothed bodies into each other. The friction made you both groan. 
You were both running out of air. The burning of your lungs made Ushijima move from your lips down to your jaw and neck. You breathed heavily as as he grazed his teeth down your neck. He roughly sucked on the area just above your collar bone, making you moan softly.
“What,” you shakily breathed out with a smile, “did you miss me?”
You placed your hands on either side of Ushijima’s face making him look up at you. He straightened himself up and placed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. He thought back to just moments before the situation you two were currently in.
Ushijima had quietly entered your shared apartment. His gym bag slid from his shoulder and onto the ground as he noticed a faint humming coming from the kitchen. He left his suitcase by the front door.
He pattered his way to the kitchen and found you wiping down the counters of the dinner you had made. You perked up and turned with a smile.
“Welcome home,” you said softly.
Perhaps it was the domesticity of all things. Or perhaps it was the fact that you were always so good to Ushijima, always waiting up for him. Maybe it was both. All Ushijima knew was that he had to have you right there and now.
“Dinner’s rea-”
Ushijima cut you off as he grabbed your waist and softly pushed you back into the counter.
Ushijima opened his eyes, staring into yours. One of his hands gently gripped onto your wrist and lightly brushed the back of your hand with a thumb.
“You’re just too good to be true.”
The sweetness of his statement made your cheeks burn, matching the heat you already been feeling between your legs.
“Let’s take this to bed then,” you whispered.
The journey from the kitchen to your bedroom was a heated blur because the next thing you knew, Ushijima was laying you down, spreading your legs open, and placing himself in between them. His large, calloused hands felt hot as they slid up underneath your shirt. You lifted your upper back and arms, allowing Ushijima to discard your shirt off to the side. 
He lowered himself down onto you, leaving a hot trail of kisses along your chest and down your stomach. Ushijima swiftly undid the button of your pajama pants and tucked his fingers into them grasping your panties and skillfully slid them off your legs.
You were completely bare to him now. The sight of your glistening cunt was making Ushijima go crazy as he sat up onto his heels. You had a lusted-out expression on your sweet face as your chest gently rose up and down.
Ushijima kept staring. You loved it, but you were becoming impatient. You lifted your right leg up and placed your foot onto Ushijima’s left shoulder. You dug your heel into his shoulder and bent your leg, making Ushijima lean forward.
“Finish what you started,” you softly teased
Ushijima instantly lowered himself, your leg now hooked over his shoulder. He slowly licked a strip up your slit, flicking up against your clit. You turned your head to the side as a soft sigh left your mouth. 
One of your hands snaked its way into Ushijima’s hair. The flattening of his tongue felt absolutely wonderful. When your wetness started to seep out of you, Ushijima inserted a finger in you as he delegated his tongue to your clit. You moaned out loudly as he started to pump in and out of you.
“Wan’ another finger, Toshi,” you begged. 
“Yeah, love?” was all he said before obliging himself and putting a second finger in you. 
You propped yourself up with your elbows looking down at the man carry on with his ministrations that attacked your cunt. Your stomach rose up and down. You were trying to handle the shocks of pleasure that spread to your thighs and down into your toes. 
You caressed Ushijima’s head before calling out to him, “Toshi.”
The man released his mouth from your clit to look up at you, fingers still inside of your cunt. 
“I need you inside me,” you breathed out.
“Love-”
Your hand moved from his head to his jaw pulling him towards you, “I need you to fuck me, not your fingers.”
You wrapped your legs around Ushijima’s waist and pulled him into you. You moved your hips to gain friction against his still clothed body. You moaned as you attempted to hopelessly fuck yourself against him.
Ushijima groaned. Your voice and your actions were really testing his self-control. He tore off his shirt, throwing it to the side. He sat up again to take off his pants, leaving him in his boxers. 
“Hurry up,” you desperately whispered.
Ushijima made you choke on your words, as he gave you no time to brace yourself. He breathed heavily as he entered you. You whined, making him chuckle.
“You told me to hurry up, love,” the hitter lightly mocked with a smirk. 
The term of endearment made you clench around him. Your breathy sighs weren’t enough for Ushijima.
He slid out just until the tip of his cock teased its way from leaving you, before slamming back into you. You let out a yelp in sync with your body slightly moving up from the forceful thrust. Ushijima smirked in satisfaction. 
Ushijima repeated this over and over. Slow and rough. Every little moan and whine you let out was like music to his ears as he watched you. You didn’t know what those light feathery touches of yours did to Ushijima as they ghosted up and down along his upper body.  
Your hand snaked its way to the back of Ushijima’s neck, lightly tugging at his hair, “Toshi.”
You called his name out like a prayer. You were the only one who looked at him the way you did. You pulled him down to kiss you pressing your bodies together. The closeness made Ushijima start to rut in you. He moved his face from yours and into the crook of your neck. He was kissing your cervix so sweetly, that it made your eyes roll to the back of your head. 
Ushijima was starting to let go. The amount of yearning and longing he had prepared for was being compensated through his sped up, rough thrusts. 
He lifted his head and caged you in between his arms. Ushijima etched every expression and movement on your face into his memory. You were staring up at him with such a fucked-out face.
He was gonna leave his mark on you before he left. Or rather, in you. The tightness of you clenching around him started to work him up even more. His soft grunts quickly turned into groans as his thrusts became sloppier by the second.
You gripped one hand onto his shoulder and the other onto the back of his neck. You moaned in time with Ushijima’s cock pumping in and out of you.
One of his hands slid down to your clit. He rubbed his thumb against the bundle of nerves in rough circles. Your moans increased as you reached your high.
“S’too much Toshi-”
You cut yourself off. Your body twitched as you came, moaning sweetly. Your velvety walls sucked in Ushijima’s cock so well. So well, that Ushijima followed soon after. Hot spurts of his cum filled you up.
Ushijima continued to slowly thrust in you. A white ring of your mixed cum seeped out around him. He looked down to where the two of you were connected. Absolutely mesmerizing.
“Toshi,” you mewled.
Ushijima looked back up to find you smiling at him. He smiled softly in return before placing a tender kiss on your forehead, “I did miss you.”
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hi lovey! id love to request a dr one-shot/fic ;)
the reader and him are teammates in f1. and at first they hit it off well, but daniel slowly finds himself being jealous of the reader getting close to the other drivers, especially the paddock playboy (iyk who ;) ) bc he caught feelings for the reader.
the ending is up to you! angst or not, im down for any ending. let your mind run free <3
Of course I can, thank you so much for the request 💜 hopefully this will get me re-inspired to write the final chapter of Baby Steps Cus I’ve hit a wall 🫠
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Warnings - angst, unrequited pining, reader is a bit of an asshole, Pierre is also an asshole
There’s now a part two! It can be found here
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The paddock was bustling with life as the race weekend continued- it was qualifying day and you were eager to get some good laps in. You pulled your race suit up and threw a playful smile to your teammate as he walked past your side of the garage.
You and Daniel had become fast friends when you both joined Mclaren the same year, Andreas the mastermind finding the best teammate on the grid for you after you moved up from F2 as reigning 2-time champ. Not only did you work well on the track together but your friendship was a fan-favourite. What they didn’t realise was that Australian had found himself feeling a little jealous of his track mates.
The way Carlos had you doubling over with laughter, the way Lewis always found a way to be standing with you in group photos and Pierre…
The Alpha Tauri driver’s interactions with you made him want to put his head through a wall. He knew Pierre’s intentions were far from innocent but you were both single, so what could he do? Daniel tried to draw his eyes away but anytime the Frenchman’s hands lingered a little too long or his gaze ran over your body in your unfairly tight fireproofs; Dan could feel his hands balling up into fists.
But he could tell it was something different when it came to Pierre. If anyone else touched you like that then you’d have their head, but when Pierre’s large hand splayed across the small of your back when he ‘had to’ squeeze past, you didn’t even flinch. In fact, Dan was sure he’d caught you blushing.
So the Australian knew it was not only unprofessional to admit how he was feeling, but it was a bad idea. Catching feelings for a fellow driver? His teammate of all people. Could only end badly… right? He had to tell himself that or he was sure he’d do something stupid.
But when your eyes fell on him, your lips curving up into the prettiest smile, his heart skipped a beat. You seemed to seek him out in crowds and your entire posture seemed to shift once you’d spotted your teammate. Going from a little tense, on edge even, to relaxed. He couldn’t mess that up for you. It would be unfair to take your feeling of safety by telling you how much you meant to him. Especially when he was sure your heart was elsewhere.
“Daniel!”
The driver was broken out of his thoughts as you stepped into the garage, helmet tucked underneath your arm. “Hey, y/n, you okay?”
“Starting to think you’ve forgotten about our pre-drive ritual.” You pouted softly, placing your helmet down on one of the desks, pulling a pair of headphones out of your pocket.
He rolled his eyes playfully. “I honestly don’t know why you think this helps.”
“Just does!” Your smile was so charming as you plugged the earphones into your phone and offered him one. “You ready?”
Your eyes bore into his and Daniel could feel his cheeks heating up. There was no way you were oblivious to his crush, the small raise of your eyebrow proved it, but yet you said nothing. The pair of you sat against the wall of his garage, an earphone each.
“Michael picked the song today.”
The ritual was something you’d come up with unintentionally one day after finding Daniel was listening to the same song as you. You would both listen to a song together and whoever could memorise the most lyrics after you got out of the cars won. The older driver never bothered paying attention to the song as it played through - during your time together he’d always let you win. Instead he just took the time to enjoy the private moment with you, one that remained uninterrupted as the garage knew the ritual well.
When your eyes met his, for a brief moment he could’ve sworn they flickered to his lips but then you reached up to touch his face and the world seemed to stop.
“Eyelash.” You hummed, holding it out in front of him. “Make a wish.”
I wish you’d look at me like you look at him.
He blew the eyelash away, but it was almost as if someone out there was trying to stamp out any hope he had because almost as soon as the wish left your fingertip - a thick French accent called your name and your attention was drawn away. You practically scrambled off of the floor.
You brushed your finger under his chin. “See you, Danny.”
As he watched you practically ran to Pierre, the Frenchman’s arm wrapping around you. It pained him to watch but he couldn’t look away - he could almost see your heart skip a beat as Pierre lent in, for a second he thought he was going to kiss you and clearly so did you, but then at the last second he dipped to the side and whispered something in your ear.
Daniel cringed at the sight, even though you had your hook in him - Pierre definitely had his hook deeper in you.
And as his gaze locked with the icy blues of the Frenchman, the latter’s lips curving up into a devilish smirk, he knew there was no way he’d ever win this war.
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Oof sorry, hope you enjoyed it though! Thank you for the request. I def need to get back into writing
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