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HOUSE OF BALLOONS ━ C.L & C.S

🕊 2k celebration 🕊

based off ‘house of balloons’ by the weeknd

or

in which the only thing creating tension between the two drivers at ferarri is you, after carlos realises he met you a few months too late ━ and charles wants to make that clear.

warnings; lotta smut, smutty themes, or smut, threesome, unprotected sex, oral sex, spanking, choking, slapping like twice but like lightly lol, charles is controlling and toxic but it’s okay, reader slightly toxic and confusing but we don’t blame her, degradation, praise, hair pulling, possessive charles, kinda controlling?? charles, literally just an ego fest for carlos and charles, mentions of silverstone and charles being fucked over with strategy

been on another level; since you came, no more pain

you look into my eyes, you can’t recognise my face

“it’s a casual thing.” charles had told him with a slap on his shoulder, the small thin lipped smile doing little to hide his daring eyes. the first time carlos had seen his teammate somewhat on edge, not that he was obviously appearing that way. but carlos could read charles by now.

he had asked about you. a few months into his first year with ferarri and besides getting a win with the team, his next biggest desire was you.

you in any way shape or form, despite him always remaining respectful ━ he couldn’t help but daydream about the not so respectful things he wanted to do to you. the moment he saw you he was hooked.

he’d wait. he’d told himself. a cocky mindset in all honesty, used to always getting what he wants. let himself settle into the team, not wanting to get on the wrong foot by sleeping with a coworker.

not yet at least.

but a few months in, towards the end of the 2021 season he realised he had no reason to wait anymore. the flirting between the pair of you was reciprocated, he wasn’t oblivious to your suggestive eyes and small smirks. the way your cheeks heated every time he tread closer to the line with a sweet compliment.

although mentioning you to charles made him realise he was oblivious to something else.

the monegasque had laughed when carlos spoke your name, shifted in his seat and raised his eyebrows slightly towards the spaniard.

carlos was slightly confused but didn’t show it, suddenly exposed to a different side of his teammate. had he said something wrong? it wasn’t clear as daylight but there was a slight smugness on charles face, also an unusual entitled front.

“you’re a year too late mate.” was all charles said, the small laugh he let out once more doing little to convince carlos that he was as unbothered as he seemed while quickly connecting the dots.

“you and her?” carlos hummed out, managing to not sound disappointed as he raised his eyebrows, although he felt his stomach drop from this news.

‘it’s a casual thing,’ was his parting words as carlos was left to watch charles raise to his feet and wander off.

he was in disbelief, was charles messing with him? how would he fail to mention he was screwing the team photographer? how did he fail to notice you were sneaking around with the other driver?

carlos’ questions were answered quite quickly though, suddenly paying a lot more attention to any interactions between the pair of you during the end of the year, and the start of the next.

“let me see,” charles spoke out after you took a few shots of him, using it as an excuse to stand alongside you ━ carlos watching as he leaned in towards you so he could look at the pictures on the camera screen.

although his arm sneaking around your waist and lips quickly ducking to your neck had you giggling, flinching as you mumbled something carlos couldn’t make out from across the garage.

no it hadn’t always been like this. charles was being like this because he knew carlos was watching. but the way you were reacting told carlos you were used to this attention from charles, just not in public.

he then picked up on every damn interaction. the way you’d stumble over you words ever so slightly in press meetings when catching charles eye. how the monegasque’s hands lingered on your waist after a greeting hug.

bumping into you on the way to his drivers room had never felt odd to him before, he never questioned why you’d be back here. but with his new knowledge it made sense relatively quickly.

“good luck out there,” you grinned widely when you approached each other in the narrow hall, carlos coming to a stop because he would always make time for you.

“thank you,” he grinned right back, water bottle in hand although after glancing over you once he noticed things he usually wouldn’t have looked out for. lips looked swollen. hair was tamed but not as neat as it had been this morning. the red marks on your neck.

almost on cue his eyes lifted and there was charles, leaning in the doorframe of his own drivers room practically glowing, the direction you had just come from. small smirk on his face and the fact his drivers suit was not done up when it had been earlier told carlos all he needed to know.

lucky bastard.

your eyes followed carlos’ relatively quickly, meeting the eyes of the guy you had just been on your knees for and the heat travelled up your neck and cheeks quickly as you realised it became quite clear what had just occurred to carlos ahead of you. he may not have you seen you left charles room but it didn’t take a genius to determine where you just were.

“you’re gonna smash it,” you rushed out with a guilty smile, avoiding his eyes now as you quickly rushed off ━ hand fixing your hair as if that would remove any suspicion.

it made him think back to all the missed signs. the amount of times you had wished him luck with your words in the damn hallway, realising only moments before you were wishing charles luck in a much better way.

any team celebration or outings he noticed you two leaving together, within minutes of one and other. it annoyed him to no end, because it appeared to be just sex. so it’s not like carlos had to push back his feelings or attraction out of respect for charles.

regardless charles was making it seem that way. he was all over you nowadays. okay, that was an exaggeration as everyone else was oblivious. carlos just paid extra attention now and the monegasque knew it.

he didn’t say anything though. it was all unspoken, carlos had silently been put in his place. charles was here first, got to you first; he didn’t see how he could slot in and he wasn’t sure how to go about it.

especially when you made things so much harder than they needed to be.

“hi,” you almost squeaked as you poked your head in the door, being met with a view of a defeated looking carlos. his eyes looked up to see you, and you couldn’t tell if he was relieved or annoyed it was you knocking at his door.

“not the best time for photos.” carlos mumbled, scratching the back of his neck as if it was obvious. even after back to back dnf’s, this one here in imola not being his fault; he couldn’t bring himself to kick you out completely like he would’ve anyone else.

your lips parted, quickly shaking your head at his assumption.

“no of course not,” you rushed out, cheeks heating at the eagerness you spoke with. “i was just checking on you.” you spoke out, lips pursing into a sheepish smile.

of course you were. always so thoughtful. so kind.

“oh right,” carlos nodded, failing to offer you a smile despite your words softening the disappointment he was currently feeling. if he wasn’t so caught up on his lack of luck he’d be over the moon that you had come to check up on, even with the race still going.

“if you want to be alone━” you began to say, shaking your head; fearing you had over stepped and already beginning to shut the door.

that brought carlos to his senses though. was he stupid?

“no.” he quickly spoke, pursing his lips as he realised how desperate he sounded. “no you don’t need to go. i’m just, not in the mood to talk,” he shrugged ━ and he wanted to sigh when you gave him an understanding smile.

of course you understood.

“that’s okay,” you spoke softly, slipping inside and shutting the door behind you ━ your eyes scanned over him for a moment, biting down harshly on your bottom lip.

his eyes met yours once more and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, definitely picking up on the way you were looking at him. the sexual tension undeniable, even though he’s tried so hard to deny it since finding out about you and charles.

“don’t think charles would want you here.” carlos spoke before he could think it through properly; blaming his lack of thought on his mood, and you were quick to appeared confused.

carlos regretted it the moment he said it, quickly realising he was implying you too felt the sexual tension. revealing he knew damn well about whatever is going on between you and his teammate.

“struggling to see how that’s relevant,” you spoke, titling your head in confusion as you took a few steps towards him; sudden wave of confidence washing over you.

carlos’ want for you wasn’t only picked up on by the monegasque, you were well aware and in all honesty waiting for him to do something about it.

but he never seemed to get past flirtatious comments and you were starting to grow fed up.

“he’d get the wrong idea.” carlos elaborated, breath hitching slightly when you didn’t stop moving, his head tilting up when you stood between his legs; and when your hands moved to rest on his shoulders he thought he may be hallucinating.

“what would that be?” you asked quietly, hands sprawling over the material of his suit; searching for any sense of alarm or hesitance on his face.

oh how you hoped you were reading the current situation right.

and you appeared to be, considering his lips parted to answer you, before clamping shut when he realised he had no answer. his hands grazing over the back of your thighs enough to give you full confidence in your advances.

“charles doesn’t own me.” you whispered softly, happily straddling his lap ━ hands tangling his hair immediately as your lips hovered over his, small smirk tugging on your own.

carlos had heard all he needed to, all he wanted to the past few months; his hands finding a home on your waist as he nodded slightly.

“does he know that?” carlos asked you quietly, almost challenging you as he gave your waist a small squeeze. he wanted some sort of control over this situation, some sort of dominance. but you had a hold over him he couldn’t explain, and you seemed to know it too.

the innocent smile you gave him had his jaw clenching, fully aware of every movement you made as you shuffled in his lap slightly.

“you sound like you want to fuck charles not me,” you sassed, lips ducking to press lightly against his jaw, a small hum escaping you as you busied yourself with peppering small kisses on his skin.

carlos let out a breathy laugh, a fake one; head falling back as he tried to make sense of what was actually happening right now. his cock was hardening, skin felt hot ━ the his hands couldn’t get a good enough grip on your skin.

he even found himself doubting if this was real. if it was a joke, unable to comprehend your bold moves and eagerness for him. he had picked up on your flirting but this was the last thing he had expected from you.

“you do want to fuck me hm?” you spoke up again, raising your head as your hand cupped the side of his face, eyes pouring into his. “seen the way you look at me. been waiting for you to do something about it,”

the spaniard lost all worry about your situation with charles from your bold and blunt words, deciding against answering and instead pressing his lips to yours before any better judgement slips in.

you gasped slightly from the sudden kiss, but with no complaints as you quickly found yourself kissing back ━ hands moving to grasp the sides of his face.

the makeout session was one that had been a long time coming, desperate and eager; a mess of tongue and teeth as you happily let carlos let out his frustrations from the race.

his frustrations from being starved of you for so long.

“i knew━” you began to speak out of breath when his lips left yours, but his hand stopped you; snatching your chin in a tight grip, so quick you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped you.

“not in the mood for your bratty mouth,” carlos huffed out ━ finger tapping your bottom lip absentmindedly, and despite the amused smile that crept onto your face you were quick to nod.

“wanna make you feel better,” you confessed, leaning forward slightly in an attempt to connect your lips again. carlos was quick to lean back, watching as you let out a small breath from the lack of contact. it was obvious to the pair of you he was needy for you, he needed to see it reciprocated. just for a moment. “wanna make you feel good. please,” you continued.

quite quickly you realised what he liked, the way he swallowed intently from a few submissive words. it was all he needed to hear before his lips were back on yours, more than eager to let you help him fuck his frustrations out.

you’re in my world now; you can stay, you can stay

but you belong to me, oh you belong to me

charles pieced things together incredibly quickly.

it didn’t take a genius to figure it out, considering his little hiccup on track he was more than eager to get his hands on you.

what was purely sex had become a necessity to the ferarri driver every race weekend. win, points, dnf, podium it didn’t matter; he’d find a reason to be inside you one way or another.

so when you struggled to give the right words in response to his race, failed to reassure him that the mistake wouldn’t defy him; he was quick to realise you hadn’t been watching.

weird.

“you’ll bounce back,” your voice broke him out of his heavy mind, eyes snapping back to you as you absentmindedly played with your camera.

he only nodded, silent as he glanced over you.

your cheeks were flushed. your hair was now tied up. mascara under your eyes was slightly smudged, not enough to notice unless you were focusing. not to mention the forming red mark on the right of your neck.

that wasn’t left by him. he’d only mark you up below the collarbones, for him to see.

“were you watching?” charles asked, in no mood to beat around the bush and the alarm on your face from his question practically answered it.

“what? of course.” you laughed, eyes adverting down onto your camera once more, in no way able to lie under the intense stare of his green eyes.

charles day seemed to only be getting worse, tensing up visibly at his suspicion of you lying to his face.

“don’t lie to me.” charles practically grumbled, his tone filling your stomach with dread. there’s no way he knows? how could he possibly know he hadn’t even been out the car an hour.

“i was watching.” you spoke in certainty, looking up at him once more. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you chewed the inside of your cheeks.

you watched as he looked at you skeptically, before his eyes scanned the surrounding area.

it dawned on him the moment he saw his spanish teammate. his friend actually. meeting his eyes and being met with a smile from the driver was odd, considering carlos shouldn’t have much to smile about right now.

charles knew what could make him smile after a race like that though, what could have him carrying his head so high ━ it was right in front of him, staring up at him with irresistible eyes and what made charles feel better after a shitty race.

and he had no doubt in his mind that’s exactly what happened.

“is carlos okay?” charles questioned, flat voice showing he wasn’t genuinely interested in knowing whether carlos was okay or not.

your face paled and charles knew damn well why you weren’t watching his race.

“i━ yeah, i think so,” you stumbled over your words, the small smile doing little to recover your stumbling over your words as your stomach did a flip.

you watched as charles nodded slowly, watched as he glanced between the pair of you a couple times all the while you were unable to form words. you wanted to reassure him what he was thinking wasn’t true.

but it was true. and you were hoping he wasn’t thinking it.

“i’ll see you tonight?” charles question was the last thing you expected, especially as his hand raised to the side of your neck ━ fingers grazing delicately over your skin.

the same spot you had noticed carlos’ lips lingering.

yeah he knew.

you nodded though quickly, not any hesitance in agreeing to see him despite having been with carlos moments later. it should’ve brought you shame, but with charles right in front of you how could you resist.

he left it at that, no half smile, cheeky grin or wink as he walked off to the race debrief. just a simple nod, no insight into his mind as his face remained stone cold.

it was the only image in your mind the next few hours, the unimpressed and borderline angry charles which was unfamiliar to you and most.

only having ever seen him like that after a bad day on the track, but usually your words and presence was enough to have him cracking a smile ━ even before he fucks your brains out and uses your body, which you love just as much as the slow sex you would share the morning after.

you had no idea what to expect tonight though, not at all convinced he was actually wanting to still sleep with you considering he was assuming the worst between you and carlos.

you still showed up though, his favourite red lace set dressed under your shirt and shorts, knocking on his hotel door nervously.

no matter how many times the pair of you have done this, the idea of getting caught still scares you. hence why he didn’t leave you waiting, the door opening quickly revealing charles; still wearing his ferarri polo but now in sweats.

he motioned for you to come inside and the lack of conversation did little to settle your nerves, the door shutting behind you as you shuffled inside, charles not making any moves to leave the entrance way.

“anything you want to tell me?” charles couldn’t help but ask the question outright, eyebrow quirking as you stood there silently, fingers fiddling together under his intense stare.

you were still holding onto hope however that charles hadn’t figured it out. you still were in denial that he could simply glance at you and carlos and piece together what had occurred.

although it was painfully obvious, carlos not one to his the cocky smile and knowing glances; and your behaviour after the race spoke for itself.

“don’t lie to me.” charles huffed when your lips parted, ready to lie to him ━ the call out having your slam them shut as your breath hitched in your throat. you weren’t aware of the fact charles could read you so well but it appeared to be that way.

he sounded like he had right after the race, but calmer this time.

“i don’t know what you want me to say,” you mumbled with a shrug, biting down on the inside of your cheek as charles shrunk the distance between the pair of you, stepping forward as his hand moved to cup your cheek.

your attempts to avoid his eyes were now pointless as he tilted your head up, and while the touch was delicate his stare was not. a knowing look, almost as if he was giving you one more chance to spill.

“i was just checking on him, tried to cheer him up,” you spoke ━ a few details left out but you weren’t lying, charles eyebrows raising at the breakthrough as he nodded almost too convincingly.

“you’re pretty good at that,” he commented, your cheeks heating at the implication as he made it clear to you he had well and truly connected the dots.

no point beating around the bush now, you were well aware his tense stance, lack of smiles and friendliness was not due to the race. but because of you.

“we said we could sleep with other people.” you pointed out, and while the monegasque was convinced his suspicions were right, hearing them be confirmed had his jaw clenching, stepping forward forcing you step backwards, your back hitting the wall.

you weren’t wrong, this thing with charles was great, more than sex; physically speaking. the touching and flirting didn’t stop out of bed. but you had agreed you weren’t exclusive, there was no strings attached; no loyalty.

“not here.” he grumbled, hand moving to run through your hair as he shook his head. “here you’re mine.” he spoke breathlessly, and you had to squeeze your thighs from the possessive tone he was speaking in, in no mood to deny his words when he was looking at you like that.

“in the paddock; you’re mine. these hotels; mine. every fucking race weekend, you’re mine.” charles ranted out in frustration, lips having attached to your neck as he spoke next to your ear, a small whine leaving your throat as he kissed your sensitive skin.

you couldn’t help but nod, although he tugged on your hair to stop your movements, the sharp pain causing a small gasp to leave your lips.

“i don’t share amour,” charles continued to speak, nibbling slightly at the skin of your neck before sucking harshly; he was never one to leave visible marks in exposed areas but tonight was an exception. “if you have a problem with that then you can go,”

you whimpered, shaking your head quickly; charles smirking to himself as he continued the assault on your neck, letting out a hum of approval.

“didn’t think so,” he breathed out, retracting his neck as he leant back to look down at you, his hand still holding a grip in your hair and keeping your head in place, his deep breaths met with your sympathetic eyes.

“m’ sorry,” you mumbled out, tongue wetting your bottom lip as you tried to squeeze your thighs together, only then noticing he had pushed a knee between your legs.

“no need to apologise baby,” charles hummed out; both hands moving to your hips before he was turning around, your front met with the door quickly as he then tugged your hips out towards him.

a small gasp was drawn from you from the sudden movement and your hands slapping the hard surface to give yourself some support, the compromising position not doing anything to help the heat between your legs.

“i just gotta make sure it doesn’t happen again hm?” the driver had his chest against your back, speaking into your ear quietly so shivers were running up your spine; so entranced by his words that you were completely thrown off guard by the sound and sharp pain of his hand hitting your ass.

the pain was quick to turn into pleasure, as his hand massaged where he had laid the slap ━ before he was tugging your leggings down your legs, you assisting in stepping out of them.

“is it cause i haven’t been fucking you well enough? that what it is?” charles mouth showed no signs of stopping as his hand slid between your legs, fingers swiping over your panties which had already developed a wet patch.

“no,” you spoke out quickly; more than satisfied with the sex with charles and he knew it too, but you still felt the need to respond and reassure him; despite being fully aware charles was in no need of an ego boost, the driver was well aware of the effect he had on you and your body.

“i’ll have to make sure yeah,” charles muttered as he pushed your panties aside, lips pressing kisses to the back of your neck and shoulder as he gathered some of your wetness and moved his fingers to your clit, rubbing a few circles which had your hips pushing back against his hand. “fuck his name out of your mouth. only thing your gonna remember is me and how i feel inside you,” charles lips had returned to your ear and you moaned at what sounded like a promise.

and it was a promise, because when you woke up the neck morning it was if you could still feel him pounding into you. you lost count of the amount of times you had came, his name being the only word you could manage the entire night.

for the first time ever he had littered your body in marks, looking like a teenager with hickeys scattering your neck and chest. indents of his fingernails lining the side of your neck as well, as well as your thigh. although it was nothing compared to the marks you had left down his back.

you had come to the conclusion your legs practically felt numb as your body woke, eyes opening to be met with a view of charles chest, realising your surroundings. his arm around you, fingers playing with your hair; your head resting on his bare chest.

“morning sleepyhead,” the monegasque spoke with a light chuckle, causing you to nudge him ever so slightly as you groaned, eyes closing again as you hid your face in the crook of his neck to remove all the light sources around you.

the driver showed no dismay, chuckling once more as he watched you, sheets tugged up above both your naked and connected bodies.

“didn’t go too hard last night did i?” charles had hummed softly, the small laugh that left your chest having him roll his eyes as your head peeked up, squinting at him as you adjusted to the light once more; shaking your head.

“no.” you told him, a small smile for reassurance. although he already knew that, knew your body so well; your limitations, what was too much. he had pushed you to the limit last night and you had loved every moment of it.

you were considering mentioning the carlos thing; wondering if it needed to be addressed beyond sex, unable to completely determine whether it had actually offended charles. you couldn’t tell; but the way he was acting showed he was fine, so you were compelled to leave it.

maybe he just used it as an excuse, to let some built up anger out from on track; and you’d never deny helping him in doing so.

oh how wrong you were though. charles had gotten his point across to you, but his teammate however ━ he still wanted to send him a message.

you frowned at the sound of a knock on the hotel door, charles sighing as he detangled his limbs from yours ━ your huff of dismay doing little to stop him as he quickly shrugged his grey sweats on and up his legs.

you gathered the sheets around your body, under the impression he’d tell whoever was at the door; presumably room service, to come back later.

you quickly realised that wasn’t the case, hearing the door shut and two sets of voices sending you into a panic as you sat up, swiftly swiping the shirt on the end of the bed that belonged to charles and throwing it over your body.

the open planned hotel room meant you were not one bit hidden as carlos followed charles towards the coffee table, another figure in the bed having him do a double take.

you were left to blankly stare at the other driver, cringing at the thought of how you looked right now, how obvious it was as to what you were up to last night.

carlos could only blink a few times, lips parting in surprise as he felt his stomach drop ever so slightly; feeling somewhat stupid for getting his hopes up yesterday afternoon.

“don’t look so stressed amour he already knows about this,” charles broke the silence, drawing your attention to the monegasque who was smirking proudly, your eyes widening and cheeks heating as your grip on the sheets tightened.

suddenly it made sense to carlos as to why charles had texted him so early telling him to come pick up the ticket for the private jet. under the impression he was simply doing a favour that had been done many times before, printing both passes out.

seems charles had just been calculated in baiting him over here, a silent but obvious power play as he was left to look at you in charles bed, in charles shirt. not to mention the purple bruises that definitely weren’t left by himself in his drivers room.

“yeah,” carlos sheepishly chuckled, deciding to act unbothered ━ also not sure if charles even knew what had occurred yesterday but this was too much of a coincidence, so he was guessing he had figured out.

regardless he wasn’t going to mention it if the monegasque didn’t, so he pursed his lips ━ took the piece of paper out of his teammates hands and was headed to the door without a second glance.

“see you on the plane no?” carlos hummed out towards charles, who still couldn’t knock the smug look off his face, following him to the door as he saw him out, nodding along and giving him a polite answer you didn’t even hear over the steam coming out of your ears.

“what the fuck?” you practically hissed when charles appeared in front of the bed once more, his hands moving up in defence. he looked anything but innocent, eyes holding no sympathy as he shrugged.

“what? it’s just carlos.” charles played dumb, although the grin still tugging on your lips made it clear he knew damn well what he was doing. heck, even if he was an incredible liar you could see right through it.

“i was not wearing any clothes,” you pointed out, exasperated as your hands moved to get your point across, although he only chuckled once more ━ hand tangling through his hair as he let out a hum.

“wouldn’t be anything he hadn’t seen before.” charles was quick witted, your cheeks reddening again. you had no reply, instinctively throwing the pillow beside you at him ━ watching as he laughed and quickly caught it. “he needed his plane ticket.” charles offered you a piss weak explanation, placing the pillow aside.

you couldn’t even be mad, not with the charming smile on his face and twinkle of amusement in his eye as he climbed back into bed, eyes staring down at you all too knowingly.

“told him he needed to get it early, i’ve got things to do.” charles elaborated, his hands moving to press on your arms and push you back towards the bed so you were laying down again, watching as he shifted to hover over you ━ a glare still set on your features.

“would hate to be interrupted,” charles grinned, settling between your legs ━ kissing down your stomach, giving you no time nor want to argue anymore, a deep breath leaving your lips as his head moved to between your thighs. “right?”

how could you disagree? as he adjusted your legs over his shoulders, pressing delicate kisses to all the makes one your inner thighs which he had left the night before, you found yourself only agreeing. it would be a shame to be interrupted.

oh, so don’t blame it on me girl; cause you wanted to have fun

if it hurts to breathe, open a window; or your mind wants to leave, but you can’t go

to say things had become awkward between you and carlos would be an understatement. you were lucky enough for the next race in miami to be so hectic that you barely got a chance for any conversation that didn’t surround taking his photo or filming a video.

that didn’t mean the awkward tension wasn’t there. or sexual tension. you couldn’t tell, sometimes looking at him you were thinking of how good it felt riding his cock. other times you were thinking about him walking in on you a complete mess in charles bed.

things between charles and carlos were fine, because everything was unspoken.

charles hadn’t outright mentioned the fact that he knew carlos and you had fucked, and he wasn’t acting as if he knew either. the same old flaunting of his connection with you remained however, carlos still not immune to picking up on every damn interaction between the pair of you.

it wasn’t until spain that there was any mention of the events of imola, an hour before the race and you were taking carlos’ photo as he got suited up.

his eyes met yours, and it was clear there was no avoidance here; mechanics were busy around the pair of you, charles was no where to be seen; it would be way too obvious for either of you to down right ignore one and other.

so he smiled, a tight lipped and polite smile as he nodded ━ causing you to smile back as you put your camera down.

“any good?” carlos hummed, unsure what else to say, reminding himself of when he first joined the team and would overthink every word he said to you. out of character yet alway getting flustered the first few races when he’d spot you aiming your camera t at him. despite being used to cameras on him at all times.

“always good,” you grinned with a small laugh, taking a few steps towards him as you flicked through a couple ━ before turning off the camera completely.

carlos was nodding slowly, a small chuckle having fallen from his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck, eyes scanning the room for any last minute abort options. nope, no reason to escape you now.

“i’m sorry.” you practically blurted, carlos not one to hide his shocked expression as his eyebrows raised, encouraging you to elaborate. “i hate that things are awkward between us now, i really didn’t want them to be,” you tried to explain.

carlos had gave you a sympathetic smile, shaking his head and waving his hand as if what you were saying wasn’t true, even letting out a laugh.

“it’s fine.” carlos smiled, and you knew those words meant anything but. so did he. “really. it’s fine. we’re fine.” he reassured, nodding convincingly and you could’ve believed him if you wanted to, but you knew it was bull. he may be fine, you may be fine; but things between you weren’t fine. weren’t the same at least.

“yeah… okay,” you nodded ━ pursing your lips. no, leaving it at that didn’t solve anything. “i didn’t think━ i don’t know why he did that,” you rambled - implying the morning carlos caught you in his bed, stumbling over your words and carlos let out another breath and dry laugh.

“figured that he uh… knew,” carlos hummed as he nodded, you being quick to nod in confirmation as carlos shrugged once more. “it’s all good. really. charles and i are fine, we’re fine.” carlos nodded.

you nodded once more, a whole lotta nodding as both of you seemed scared to do anything else. for some reason however you still weren’t satisfied, hence you still standing here.

you didn’t know what else to say though, or what you wanted to say. reassure him it wasn’t anything to do with him? that it wasn’t because that hour with him was at all a disappointment. cause it was more than ever expected.

carlos seemed to notice this, eyebrow raising as you made no move to leave or say anything else, eyes squinting in slight concentration.

“are you and charles fine?” carlos hummed out, deciding to fill the silence with a question he already knew the answer too. you nodded, again, heat raising on your cheeks as you did so.

“yeah, yeah. we’re good.” you mumbled, small and unconvincing smile to go with it. nothing had changed, you still slept with him whenever suit ━ helping him majorly through the bad luck stint he was currently stuck in.

“he couldn’t have been happy i assume,” carlos pressed for some information, if you weren’t going anywhere then he may as well ask. he’d tried to cut the conversation short already.

“i mean… yeah, he wasn’t over the moon.” you laughed, biting down on the inside of your cheek, standing next to where he was sitting suddenly felt way too close when a smirk tugged onto carlos’ soft lips, his eyes twinkling at the thought of charles realising he had got you.

“threatened. i bet.” carlos spoke so simply that you almost missed the cocky tone hidden beneath his words, your eyes having drifted across the garage snapping right back to him, cheeks heating as you pursed your lips.

you didn’t know how to reply. you couldn’t speak for charles. while on one hand he seemed quite bothered, he also appeared incredibly unfazed after the initial anger had settled.

“cause it’s not like you were faking it.” carlos continued, tongue grazing over the front of his teeth as you felt your stomach flip, familiar rush of butterflies from the mention of your time spent with him. “you don’t make those sounds if you’re faking it,” carlos explained further with a smug smirk.

it was the reason why he wasn’t necessarily butt hurt about seeing you with charles the morning after. because what he was certain of was that the cause could not have been carlos not pleasing you enough.

“carlos…” you trailed off through a sigh, practically warning him because the flashbacks you were having right now were in no way going to help ease the lingering tension or awkwardness. it would only put you back to square one.

“thought he didn’t own you,” carlos ignored you, quirking a brow as his hand reached forward, grabbing ahold of the hem of your shirt and tugging you towards him with it, moving to stand between his legs with little resistance.

turns out not one, but two ferarri drivers, could cloud your mind and overrule your common sense with a few words and a bat of their eyelashes.

“he doesn’t.” you huffed, looking down at him with your bottom lip between your teeth, carlos only grinning at your admission although the tilt of his head showed you he doubted your words, which had you huffing once more.

“you better go take his photo too yeah?” carlos spoke out, hands trailing up the back of your thighs making it difficult to process his words, watching as his head tilted towards the other side of the garage.

you came to your senses, managing to ignore his touch as you quickly looked over. your stomach dropped when met with charles eyes, practically burning into yours.

oh for fuck sake.

that was only the beginning. it felt like an all out war, every interaction with either of them had become sort of competition.

charles had never been so open and bold with his touches and flirting, quite clearly trying to strike his claim in front of carlos without being subtle this time, no care in the world for anyone else figuring out he was fucking the photographer.

he pretended to be unbothered when you tried to mention it, playing dumb; shrugging it off.

‘i’m the one fucking you every weekend mon amour, why would i have to prove anything?’

carlos had a new wave of confidence, the fact he was getting some sort of reaction from his teammate. the way you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to stop either.

he had given you every opportunity, you weren’t innocent either. but how could you be to blame? the pair of them were so easy on the eye, and when they opened their mouths it didn’t make resisting them any easier.

you couldn’t tell if carlos was simply trying to rile charles up or if there was meaning to his flirting, but it didn’t matter; charles had ensured you didn’t get anywhere near him.

race after race he’d get to you first, dragging you off so you could help cheer him up; lack of podiums and mistakes that were being made by everyone but him had him in no mood to deal with anyone but you after races these days.

spain he had plenty of time to whisk you away considering his car gave out on him. monaco you yourself had avoided carlos, a night with charles that consisted of both comfort and sex. azerbaijan you felt an odd sense of deja vu when carlos returned to the garage early.

you were in the middle of contemplating seeing him when charles also retired from the race, your mind being made for you as the monegasque as always made a beeline for you.

surprise, surprise; canada came around and by the time carlos finished celebrating his podium and media duties you were already long gone, bent over the bathroom sink of charles hotel room.

come silverstone the tension was now insufferable.

just your luck, you were on filming duty ━ stuck in the confined space of a car, opposite the pair of them who looked so close, all buddy buddy as charles watched the f3 race on his phone.

camera in hand the job you were doing was incredibly easy, sat in front of carlos directly, the feeling of your knees touching was oh so prominent in your mind.

you knew you were being excessive, you had more than enough footage but turning off the camera seemed terrifying. camera appropriate conversation sounded much more pleasant to you.

but you had to stop, ending record before the camera sat in your lap, drawing carlos’ eyes to you and you immediately wanted to press record again and use the camera as a shield.

“you didn’t congratulate me on my podium hermosa,” carlos hummed out; having not spoken to you since canada, your lips parting as charles attention was gained, eyes shifting upwards onto carlos as well.

“hm, well it was hard to reach you. everyone wanted a word.” you excused, a playful eye-roll and small smile an attempt to shift the conversation away from the direction you predicted it going in.

the honest answer was you being with charles instead. carlos knew that. you knew he knew. charles knew he knew.

“i was looking for you,” carlos didn’t let you try play it off, not sound accusing despite it feeling that way, your lips parting but you had no answer.

charles did however, an amused smile spreading on his face.

“not hard enough obviously,” the monegasque chimed ━ dimples shining through as he smiled innocently, the chuckle carlos let out making you swallow intently as your eyes scanned the pair of them.

this was ridiculous, a part of you almost wanted to snap and just point out the obvious here. what all three of you knew but weren’t addressing explicitly.

“i was meaning to text you. sorry,” you got back to the point of the conversation, a genuine smile forming on your face and carlos almost lost sight of his goal to piss charles off as you did so, mirroring your smile right back.

“that’s okay, you can make it up to me.” he grinned, and you didn’t miss the way his hand brushed over your knee ━ your smile not fading as you nodded ever so slightly.

your eyes quickly fell onto charles, who was looking down at his phone again. his mind was anywhere but however, paying full attention to the conversation you two were having, feeling your eyes on him he was quick to look up at you.

a simple smirk, nothing more; and carlos was not any refuge from charles either, suddenly feeling incredible claustrophobic in the small car with the pair of them.

much to your relief the car came to a stop, back at the hospitality and unlike you, you were first out; a beeline to the ferarri suite to have an unneeded debrief with your manager.

“try my drivers room next time. can assure you she’ll be there,” charles muttered out to carlos as the pair of them began to split ways on the walk from the car, carlos not able to hide his scoff ━ although he did laugh as well.

“good to know mate.” carlos hummed out, voice full of sarcasm but it didn’t stop the smile on his face, charles matching it. the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife, but to the cameras and fans around they looked like two happy teammates; closer than ever, grinning over some inside joke.

this is a happy house; we’re happy here, in our happy house

oh this is fun. fun, fun, fun, fun

silverstone seemed to be the boiling point for all things ferarri.

you were practically wincing every moment as the end of the race unfolded, the strategic errors and bitter sweetness of carlos’ win weighing heavy through out the ferarri garage.

ecstatic for carlos, of course you were. but like everyone else you knew that in terms of the bigger picture ferarri had fucked up. again. and charles had got the short end of the stick.

a ferarri win through and through but it wasn’t so simple, and your eyes hadn’t left the monegasque as he got out the car.

footage for all to see of mattia speaking to him, and like always you had the urge to comfort immediately. seek him out, offer your praise, whatever he wanted.

it was becoming way too often however, needing to cheer him up instead of celebrate. you felt for the driver.

but then there was carlos, the biggest smile you had ever seen on his face and it had you smiling; especially as you captured it all on camera.

he was practically glowing, and while you stood there below the podium, photographing him and the team ━ you were well aware of the conflicting emotions being felt throughout the team and fans.

you almost laughed really, it was how you had been feeling for weeks now. stuck between a rock and a hard place with the two of them, happy for one ━ wanting to console the other, vice versa.

welcome to my world, you thought.

“wait for me yeah?” was all you got from charles in passing as he went off to do his media obligations, and you were quick to nod your head, wanting to frown at the disheartened look on his face and flat tone.

“of course,” you were quick to reply, a small smile only getting you a half one in return before he was on his way.

photographs of the car and team rounded out your day, talk and chatter of the whole team photo creating confusion before finally you were placed in front of the large group.

camera in hand you were quite happy to just take the shot, leaving the directing to the pr officers by your side.

your eyes kept darting. charles, who was staring right back at you the entire time. you saw through the fake smiles, noticing the way his jaw kept ticking every few moments, how deep in thought he seemed every time he looked over you.

it felt selfish to say you were excited for him to finally get his hands on you later, but he appeared to be in the same boat with the looks he kept giving you.

carlos had offered you a couple cheesy grins, well and truly occupied with everyone around him. you felt so torn every time you looked at him, the urge to celebrate and congratulate him not making you feel one bit guilty despite his teammate to the left of him.

finally you got the shot, and before you knew it the crowd was either gathering around the spaniard or disbanding.

the moment the camera was out of your hand charles had found you, no shame as he tugged you away from the crowd, so quickly you failed to notice carlos’ eyes following the pair of you.

“if you want━” you started to speak once in the confined space of the hallway to the drivers rooms, although you were cut off by charles having you against the wall and his lips on yours, a sudden relief for the driver.

you shut up, not that you had a choice; happily kissing back as your hands lifted to his cheek ━ not at all concerned that this was in view of anyone to walk by. he didn’t seem fazed, and you were quite eager to let charles do as he pleased. god knows he needs it.

“don’t wanna talk about it,” charles muttered, coming to his senses, hand gripping onto your wrist as he lead you to the door frame and inside the drivers room, shutting the door by pushing you against it.

you were taken back by your surroundings but weren’t given long to take them in because his lips were on yours again, a noise of appreciation leaving your lips as he pressed his hips into yours.

it wasn’t until a few moments later, when charles was kissing down your jaw and neck that you could scan the room again.

“charles,” you whined, attempting to sound normal as he sucked harshly at your skin, hands squeezing tightly on your waist. “this━ not your room,” you stumbled out.

it didn’t stop him though, he carried on ━ kissing down your skin as you were left to pant and look confused, attempting to clear your head and think straight about why the fuck you were in carlos’ drivers room.

but that was proving difficult with charles all over you, everywhere; filling every damn sense.

“charles,” you repeated through a breath ━ the driver only offering you a hum as he put all his attention on the way your body was curving and moving to every kiss and trail of his lips and fingers.

“wrong room.” you managed to speak, watching as charles pulled back; but instead of being met with confused or shocked eyes, he simply shrugged.

“don’t want to congratulate our winner?” charles asked, hand moving to caress your cheek every so lightly as your eyebrows furrowed, unsure what he was trying to imply as you stood there speechless.

you watched as he chuckled, a fake one that was not his usual contagious laugh.

“big day for the guy, why not let him join? can see he’s dying too.” charles hummed out, and you were beyond confused and it showed, lips parting and cheeks bright red as you shook your head slightly.

carlos? join you two?

“what happened to not sharing,” you breathed, hands holding onto the edge of his ferarri polo, eyes scanning his face desperately to try get a read on him and whatever was going on in his pretty head.

he had his poker face on though, you couldn’t figure him out for the life of you.

“you want him.” charles hummed, raising his eyebrow to give you room to object, but you couldn’t. he wasn’t lying, and you knew it was obvious. “consider it me being a great teammate. again.” he practically grumbled, shrugging his shoulders.

your eyes rolled at this, shaking your head ever so slightly. you didn’t buy it. of all days for charles to come up with this sort of idea? weird. very weird.

“you want to do this now?” you almost had laughed, still in disbelief, skeptically looking at him as he nodded in certainty, your eyes squinting ━ still unconvinced.

“want to remind him he’s still the second man. so yes.” charles mumbled, confident in his words but quiet in tone as if he couldn’t admit it to anyone else. suddenly it made sense, your heart beat increasing at the mere thought of the pair of them at the same time.

“i’d be happy to have you all to myself next door though mon ange, up to you,” charles interrupted your thoughts ━ well and truly letting you decide, although he had a pretty good inkling on what you would want.

you were happy to play whatever part in charles trying to prove a point, if it meant having the pair of them on your skin at the same time you couldn’t really care less.

was it incredibly unprofessional of you? maybe.

but in your defence the pair of them… okay well you had put the move on carlos, but the pair of them are the ones who keep adding fuel to the fire that is sexual tension.

your silence almost worried charles, but the monegasque was so certain in his thoughts; meaning he wasn’t too surprised when your hands were pushing him back to the couch filling carlos’ drivers room, a small grin; the first one for a few hours, tugging on his features as you climbed on his lap.

charles was bringing you down for another kiss without another word, hand tangling in your hair as your own hands spread on his shoulder ━ his other hand moving to hold your hip.

you would’ve felt slightly invasive about being in carlos’ room, but then he was guiding your hips over his ━ the friction having your murmuring into the monegasque mouth before gasping as his hand laid a smack on your ass, quickly turning into a small giggle as you moved your own lips to his neck.

“you’re so confident he’ll wanna join?” you mumbled out against his skin, charles letting out a sigh of content as his head fell back; a rare time where he let you do whatever you pleased, his hands resting on your ass.

“mhm,” charles hummed ━ eyes closing as you pressed kisses against the column of his throat, slightly relaxed at the feeling that he had been craving since stepping out of the ferarri car. “sure of it.”

the door swung open moments later, causing you to sit up straight as your head peered over your shoulder; the sight of a stunned carlos having a few doubts entering your mind.

you wished you shared the same confidence as the driver beneath you, but you didn’t.

“what is this?” carlos looked visibly surprised, the view would’ve been great if you took away his teammate beneath you. for a moment he thought he had the wrong room, but that was definitely his helmet set aside.

definitely his bag. definitely his name on the door.

“thought we could celebrate mate.” charles spoke up, and carlos could see right through the fake smile he had plastered on. it matched the one he’d been carrying around the team ever since the podium, but it didn’t little to bother him ━ much more intrigued by your big eyes staring at him.

you couldn’t help but stare, the sight of the driver and the prospect of finally feeling him again enough to have your mind in the gutter, making the bold move of climbing off of charles lap

“if you want to of course,” you hummed with a sweet smile, an innocent one that carlos recognised as you approached him ━ your hand pushing on the door to shut it, carlos full attention now on you.

charles watched, hands folded behind his head where he sat on the couch. he had to take a small breath as your arms moved to wrap around carlos’ neck, a glimpse of doubt flashing through his mind.

no. this would be worth it. the end goal was to have carlos hearing the way you screamed his name, to give him a taste of what he couldn’t have ever again.

carlos could not find any reason to object as you leaned up onto your tippy toes, his head titled down to look at you ; practically entranced as you beamed up at him.

“you deserve it though,” you spoke quietly this time, hands running down his chest as you bit down on your bottom lip, the spaniard feeling the blood rush straight to his cock as he got flashbacks from the feeling of your touch.

he almost kissed you, almost; hand grabbing your jaw and stopping you moments before your lips made contact, his head moving to look at charles as he kept yours in place.

“you’re fine with this?” carlos quizzed, not sounding at all convinced ━ a blind man could see charles was not exactly comfortable with the image in front of him, no longer able to muster the energy to fake a smirk nor smile.

“his idea,” you interrupted; hands moving to guide carlos’ head to face you once more. “now kiss me before he changes his mind,” you grinned, and carlos didn’t need to be told twice.

the high of the adrenaline still rushing through his veins had him not at all conceded about the repercussions of quite literally sharing you with charles in the condiment of his drivers room, nothing could kill his mood ━ and you were only boosting it as your lips messily moved in sync.

the heated kiss was accompanied by his hands roaming your body, tugging you into his front as the built up tension finally got some relief. your body practically melting into his and your almost forgot charles was here.

that was never going to slide though, the monegasque making his presence known quite easily as you felt him press up against your back, his semi hard cock poking your ass while his hands grabbed your hips.

you hadn’t even heard him stand up, but you definitely felt his lips attaching to your neck ━ sandwiched between the two drivers your mind grew foggy incredible quickly, barely able to register charles hand snaking around your waist; slipping under the waistband of your pants and panties.

“oh,” you moaned into the kiss with carlos, eyes fluttering open as your hand moved to grip the spaniards arm from the very sudden contact you hadn’t been expecting.

the sound had carlos eyes opening, leaning away as he looked down between your bodies, spotting charles hand relatively quickly.

he wasn’t complaining though, not when you were looking into his eyes as your face contorted with slight pleasure. he watched as your cheeks went a tint of red, your eyes suddenly trying to avoid his because you thought you may melt under the intense stare.

“i gotta say princesa this is quite the sight,” carlos hummed out, licking his lip as his hands remained above your hips, charles still working the lower region; not wasting any time as he slid a finger inside of you, catching you completely off guard once more because usually he would take his time and have you squirming first. “didn’t know you were such a slut,” he comment, happily watching as you gripped onto him for dear life.

you were trying desperately to keep quiet, whimpers escaping your lips ━ carlos’ words not being any help. charles smirked ever so slightly, head leaning up from your neck; feeling you clench around his fingers was no surprise, but gave him all the reassurance that he needed in knowing this was the right thing to do. you were already loving every moment.

“there’s a lot you don’t know about her carlos,” charles hummed matter of factly, eyes meeting his teammate as if he wasn’t fingering you right now; carlos raising a brow as he resisted the urge to scoff, not too rushed in looking to charles instead of you.

“know she looked beautiful bouncing on my cock a few weeks ago,” carlos replied just as casually, the first mention between the two drivers of what they both knew; the unspoken ‘secret’ finally not unspoken.

but it wasn’t as if you could give any input, maybe if charles wasn’t toying with your cunt perfectly ━ with the obvious goal to get you off as quickly as possible, you would’ve rolled your eyes and pointed out how ridiculous the pair of them have been as of recent.

but instead you could only moan ━ carlos using the opportunity to slide his fingers in your mouth as a way to shut you up, your eyes immediately opening wide and looking up at him.

“looks even better in the sheets.” charles continued to one up, not even knowing if there was any truth to his words; all he knew was he took pride in the fact you were in his bed every weekend.

carlos had you on his sofa.

“can tie her up there. she likes that,” charles was grinning widely, quite happily sharing information that he knew carlos would in no way know. things that just weren’t possible for him that one time in imola.

all the while your legs were growing weak as you sucked on carlos’ fingers, tongue swirling around them to occupy yourself ━ body practically on fire from the way they were speaking, as if you weren’t even there.

carlos wasn’t phased. his smirk had not faltered in the slightest, seeing right through the monegasque and what he was trying to do. and he in no way wanted to give charles that satisfaction.

“we might have to try that sometime then hermosa, you want that?” carlos directed his full attention back to you, fingers leaving your lips to grab your jaw, leaving a line of spit on your chin as you moaned once more ━ nodding quickly at the question.

the cockiness in his tone, the way he was practically dismissing charles had you more turned on than you’d like to admit. even with charles fingers deep inside of you, you couldn’t help but be greedy and think of carlos having his way with you.

charles was not at all impressed with your lack of attention, the fact he couldn’t see your face was enough as it is, he was the one that had your legs beginning to give out; the reason your nails were certainly leaving indents on carlos’ skin.

“what was that amour?” charles spoke up, no shame in interrupting as his fingers that weren’t buried deep inside of you found your hair, tugging your head back and out of carlos’ grasp, leading you to put your eyes on him as he kept you in place.

your gasp was tuned out by carlos’ chuckle, deciding to watch in amusement and just enjoy the sight of you on the edge of an orgasm, body still so close to his. the vision of you cumming around him was engraved in his memory, but this was better than he remembered. better than what he keeps fantasising about.

he was certain you’d look even better if it was his fingers instead though.

“charles,” you breathed out, speaking a thousand words with one little mumble of his name. your eyes pleading with his. play nice, i’m sorry, let me cum, you’re being ridiculous, i’m close; just a few of the things going through your mind.

much to your dismay though, his fingers left you suddenly ━ your hips attempting to chase the contact as your knees buckled, carlos’ hands flying to your waist to steady you.

“think you should get on your knees and congratulate our winner doll. show him how proud you are yeah?” charles suggested, confusing both you and the spaniard at the change in attitude.

annoyed with your lack of attention now telling you to give it to carlos?

carlos’ eyes narrowed in suspicion once more, refusing to believe this was just fun as he could easily believe it to be.

no, he was certain charles wanted to be the one getting you off. and that charles was going to let you get himself off.

“actually,” carlos interrupted, halting you as you started to crouch down to your knees ━ more than eager to have him in your mouth. “think i want a taste of your pretty pussy instead.” carlos was speaking directly at you.

charles rolled his eyes, wanting to scoff ━ petty in his thoughts that carlos was most definitely suggesting something else just for the sake of it.

you too wanted to huff out at there ability to still be creating tension, while you’re quite literally here with soaked panties and willing to take either of them in either way.

“couldn’t care less on what either of you do to me.” you finally managed to get a say in, swallowing harshly as you tried to sound put together. “just stop treating it like a competition.” you sassed, and you would’ve laughed at the look of defence on the pair of them as they tried to play dumb at your observation.

“there’s no competition.” carlos was first to speak, hands finding the hem of your shirt as he pulled it over your head, charles grabbing the material off of him once it reached your arms and throwing it aside. “someone’s just threatened.” carlos repeated what he had said earlier, even winking as he quickly scooped you up in his arms.

charles did scoff this time, following the pair of you as carlos practically threw you onto the couch, getting on his knees before linking his arms under your thighs, tugging you to the edge of the sofa after doing so.

“you’re forgetting i’m the one letting you have a taste of her,” charles couldn’t help but get possessive, moving to the back of the couch as he brushed all your hair back and out of your face.

“both of you shut up,” you grumbled ━ breath hitching in your throat as carlos made quick work of getting rid of your pants and underwear, then positioning your legs over his shoulders.

“ah, ah,” carlos tsked ━ pressing kisses up your inner thighs slowly, charles left to watch above the pair of you ━ absentmindedly playing with your hair and running his finger tips over your tender neck. “don’t act like you don’t fucking love it,”

charles eyebrow raised slightly at the spaniards words, letting out a loud hum of agreement as he nodded quickly ━ not giving you time to speak once more.

“he’s right mon ange, acting like such a whore for both of us.” charles chimed in, your eyes focusing on his teammate who had your head in between your thighs who was now grinning at charles words.

oh for fuck sake.

“messing with both of us, can’t help yourself can you?” carlos questioned, kisses now surrounding where you needed him most, his nose and breath bumping and tickling your sensitive cunt every few moments, causing you to squirm and flinch.

“bet she’s been dreaming of this. both of us? that what you wanted all along baby?” charles egged on, and suddenly you were wishing you had let them continue their pointless one upping, because this had your heart racing, back arching and lips pouting as you struggled to take in every word.

“go on. answer us.” carlos instructed, not pleased with your silence as he kept your wiggling legs still with his arms wrapped around them.

you wanted to reply, defend yourself and point out that they weren’t entirely innocent either. that you didn’t mean to end up with both of them; it wasn’t your fault both of them were so damn fuckable.

so silence. again. displeasing both of the drivers, and you questioned whether you missed some sort of signal or glance, because a sudden tug of your hair was in sync with carlos laying a harsh tap on your clit, a loud and quick moan escaping your throat.

“words pretty girl,” charles cooed, sounding way too sweet for his tone to be genuine ━ you didn’t need to turn around to see him smirking wickedly, you could already tell from his tone.

“s’ not my fault,” you whined out, although you couldn’t sound annoyed for long as carlos’ tongue finally found a home on your clit, swiping through your folds first before flicking at your sensitive bud.

charles had chuckled at your inability to deny there words, hand moving to cover your mouth and muffle your moans while carlos ate you out, tongue working expertly; feeling better than you remembered.

the pair of them were working together in keeping you still on the couch, considering you almost orgasm had your body so responsive, which had charles growing hard as you thrashed and moaned into the palm of his hand, grateful that he was stopping you from letting everyone outside the thin walls know what was going on.

“should take a photo of you like this baby, think it proves we’re quite the happy team.” charles commented, vibrations being sent through your core as carlos chuckled against your pussy, hips pushing up against his face.

moans and incoherent mumbles were all you could manage, eyes rolling back as the pleasure rapidly built, quicker than before but you had no shame. you already guessed you stood no chance with the pair of them chatting in your ear and touching you.

“you’re not cumming till i say,” carlos had spoke up, fingers sliding inside you with ease due to how wet you were, lips then attaching to your clit; his movements now lacking pace, lazily thrusting his fingers as he swirled his tongue around your bud.

the perfect pace to keep you right on the edge, still enough to have your body shaking above him, pants and whines filling the air; but not enough to get you all the way, your hips bucking once more although he was quick to press them back down into the sofa.

“need to shut up love.” charles was speaking to you again, hand leaving your mouth and you tried oh so hard to stay quiet, hearing the buckle of his belt before charles had shuffled to the side of the couch, grabbing your hair and directing your head to his freed cock.

you took him in your mouth whole with little resistance, the hush groan from the driver enough to have your mind off your own pleasure for a moment, eyes watering as you gagged around him; entranced with the view above.

“go on,” charles instructed ━ letting go of your hair as you moaned around him when carlos curled his fingers inside you, a shot at your attention as you quickly began to bob your head up and down.

your efforts were made to suck charles off but you were still hyper aware of every movement and action carlos made, noticing the speed increase in his fingers as he slid a third finger in, sucking harshly at your clit.

your moans continued to be muffled, charles having to bite down harshly on his bottom lip to shut himself up from the vibrations you were sending around him with every whimper and moan, his hand finding a place in your hair again as he began to guide you once more.

you let him do as he pleased, before he was tugging you off his length and forcing your head down to face carlos, your teary eyes and swollen lips which were decorated by saliva that had gathered were the least of your concern when carlos met your eye.

the sight of you looking so ruined already had him wanting to send you over the edge, curling his fingers perfectly as you moaned loudly ━ charles fingers now slipping in your mouth as you came.

“shut up and take it.” charles grumbled out once more, free hand lazily jacking off as he watched your body come undone, back arching off the couch as you moaned around the monegasque’s fingers.

carlos was smirking against your cunt, helping you ride out your high as he gradually slowed his fingers down. you had to watch through hooded eyes as he sucked them clean, almost mirroring you with charles fingers still in your mouth.

“i’m fucking you now.” charles spoke, wanting no confusion or delays in getting his turn of you. he damn needed it, so much frustration he still wanted to let out.

he didn’t miss carlos’ eye roll, just how you didn’t miss the obvious tent in the spanish drivers pants ━ mouth watering at the sight but the knowledge charles was about to fuck you had you ready to go again, despite your already tiring body.

“hands and knees angel, come on,” charles encouraged ━ fingers leaving your mouth, tapping your cheek twice. carlos hands had left your still shaky legs, standing up so he could watch as you obediently got into position, facing the arm of the couch as you got settled on your hands and knees.

“such a good girl no?” carlos spoke up, appearing in front of you now although he was looking at charles, causing your cheeks to heat and thighs to press together, charles making it known he was now behind you as he quickly pushed your legs a little further apart.

“when she wants to be.” charles replied, slapping your ass for good measure which had you jolting forwards, carlos grinning as you did so, yet shook his head ever so slightly. once more ignoring charles petty attempts of power play.

you moaned at the feeling of charles tip running through your folds, once more pushing forward as your body attempted to escape the sensitivity, although his hand had made a grip on your hip to guide you back.

“would be good for me all the time,” carlos spoke certainly, hand cupping the side of your face as he crouched down next to the arm rest, so he was in your direct eye line. “wouldn’t you?” carlos was smiling widely, thumb brushing over the skin of your cheek.

you nodded quickly, a small sigh of content leaving your lips which was cut short by carlos connecting your lips in quite the lazy but still heated kiss, slower than the first one however, enjoying the feeling of his lips moving against yours.

charles once more was growing annoyed, plans to have you begging for him suddenly out the window. interrupting whatever this moment was much more preferable, getting comfortable in how he was half kneeling behind you ━ one foot on the ground and other knee on the couch, thrusting into you suddenly.

feeling him bottom out inside you had your ability to kiss back faltering, lips parting as you moaned, eyes rolling back from the stretch that would never fail to make you see stars.

“fuck, oh my god,” you moaned, the sound enough to boost the drivers ego once more as he quickly began to thrust in and out of you, not giving you as much time to adjust as he usually would ━ your noises already beginning to grow too loud once more.

carlos was happy watching for a moment, still crouched down ━ admiring the way your eyes rolled back, how your lips parted from the pleasure, your cheeks rosy red. his thumb gathered the saliva still tracing your chin, before pressing the pad of his thumb onto your tongue ━ slipping past your lips naturally.

you forced your eyes to open from the action, closing your lips around the drivers thumb before pulling back with a pop, carlos grunting before standing up.

it was deja vu, watching as carlos quickly freed his own cock ━ suddenly being shut up again as he guided your head towards him, your lips wrapping around his dick while charles continued to fuck you from behind.

“oh fuck,” carlos breathed out as his head fell back, hand loosely holding your hair to keep it out of your way, yet he allowed you to do all the work as you swirled your tongue and bobbed your head.

a harsher thrust from the driver behind you had your body moving forward once more, arms almost giving out on you as carlos’ cock hit the back of your throat.

“look so pretty letting both of us use you sweetheart,” carlos grunted out ━ forcing his brown eyes back down on to you and the sight that you were, charles kind enough to offer a grumble of agreement.

“could cum just like this couldn’t you? can feel the way you’re squeezing me baby,” charles groaned, hips snapping against yours harshly at a relentless pace, your reply not audible to either of them considering you had carlos’ dick down your throat.

the overstimulation felt like heaven, eyes shutting as you continued to take as much of carlos in your mouth as you could, choking every now and then but with little mind, feeling so full but only craving more of it.

your senses were full of the pair of them, there praises, moans and grunts getting mixed into one ━ tuning out of everything but the feeling of charles fucking you and the sight of carlos above you, his grip on your hair the only thing now stopping you from face planting into the couch.

“fuck━ gonna cum hermosa,” carlos rasped out, and you took the words as encouragement, quickly deep throating him once more. the gagging noise alongside your muffed moan around him had his dîck twitching, before he was cumming in your mouthed as he threw his head back.

you were quick to swallow and lick him clean with as much focus as you could while charles fucked you stupid before carlos pulled out of your mouth.

“i’m close,” was the first thing you managed to say, voice coming out hoarse due to the borderline face fucking you had received.

once more charles was swooping in, pulling you away from carlos once again as his hand wrapped around your hair, tugging you back so you were against his chest.

“you’re gonna have to beg for it chérie,” charles told you, fingers wrapping around your throat to keep you up ━ the other snaking around your waist to find your clit, causing you to whine as the new angle allowed for him to hit your g-spot.

“please,” you whispered, eyes fluttering shut once more. carlos was watching again, heavy breaths from his own orgasm although he was sure he could cum again from the little show he was getting right now.

“you can do better than that.” charles kept it simple, his own head falling into the crook of your neck as he muffled his own groan against your skin, biting at your shoulder a few moments later which had you whimpering.

“please charles,” you tried to stay quiet despite the temptation to scream, the stimulation of your abused clit the perfect addition to his hard and deep thrusts. “please make me cum, please, please, please,” you begged, a scramble of pleas as you shook in his arms.

carlos felt that undeniable jealousy once more, hiding it like he had all night although it was harder to ignore in the current moment. your pleas for him, your willingness to do so a cruel reminder of how common this was for the pair of you.

how uncommon it was for him. unheard of.

charles was grinning now, eyes flashing to carlos for a brief moment before picking up the pace of his fingers, pressing kisses to your neck again.

“who’s pussy is this hm?” charles questioned, and even in your fucked out state you knew exactly why he was posing the question to you, well aware he didn’t want to hear your answer. he wanted carlos to.

carlos knew it too, visibly tensing at the question despite it just being another bit of go to dirty talk, he wasn’t stupid. but he also couldn’t bring himself to look away, his own pride falling second to the opportunity to watch you cum again.

“yours,” you barely spoke above a whisper, eyes squeezed shut as your jaw hanged open, unable to keep up with the way he was pounding into you, so focused on trying to keep your whines and moans quiet.

“who?” charles huffed, pretending he didn’t hear you as he slapped your clit once, a high pitch moan tumbling from your throat, unable to control yourself anymore.

“yours charles. all yours, fuck, please,” you moaned out, stumbling over your words as you saw white, cumming on his dîck suddenly as you went limp in his arms despite your arching back.

charles helped you ride out your high, a satisfied smirk settling nicely onto his features, and for the first time ever he was not interested in seeing you cum.

“all mine.” charles spoke out in agreement, eyes meeting his teammates as he did so. carlos couldn’t hide his annoyance anymore, the slight tick of his jaw obvious, not when charles was looking at him so smugly. as if your little confirmation through your orgasm wasn’t enough, charles was sure to add the cherry on top.

‘all mine.’ he repeated, only mouthing it this time for the spanish driver to see.

message received, loud and clear.

━━

a/n: so that’s that 😀

unedited atm like usual bare with me pls hehe

part 283849 of me not liking my work but it’s okay these celebration fics are me wanting to try a few things different, although i just can’t picture charles the way i wrote him here but it’s fine

anyways i hope u enjoyed, i love u all sm sm sm all feedback is encouraged or any thoughts u have i love reading/hearing from y’all so so much <333

girls & boys - charles leclerc x reader x carlos sainz

“the girls with the bodies like boys with ferraris” girls & boys / good charlotte

a/n: hi loves i hope u enjoy this. sorry for my absence, i hope this fic can make up for it. originally i was just gonna go 1.5k and call it a day but it just kept going and your suggestions helped me get to almost 4k words so i hope u like it

it’s not proofread or anything bc nessa is too busy having a life to read my fanfiction before i post it and i’m too impatient to wait longer than a singular minute for a text response so nessa ily and to y’all i’m sorry for the mistakes and if this sucks. it’s not totally my fault 🤍

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, sex, oral (m+f), anal, threesome, dp, dont read if u dont like this stuff i beg u

You were in awe as you watched the two Ferrari boys finish one after the other. The checkered flag waved and the garage erupted in celebrations. Mechanics ran down the pit lane, excited but not shocked at what their hard work had brought them.

The smartphone in your hand lit up with notifications, and you ran to Instagram to post the graphics you'd been waiting for. You spent your time preparing winning graphics for any race outcome, but they had been sitting in an unused folder for long enough. You grinned, pulling out the 1-2 graphic you had prepared, but never expected to use so soon.

The team had worked unbelievably hard on making sure their car performed up to their expectations and crossed their fingers it would exceed. But Formula One is unpredictable, and you could never be too sure.

You cheered along as Charles pulled into Parc Ferme and celebrated as he jumped out, standing tall on top of his race-winning car. You knew he was grinning from ear to ear under his helmet, and probably shedding a tear or two. He deserved the win, so badly.

Your job was hard - wanting to be in the heat of the cheers and singing and celebrations, but you had obligations. Millions of people were waiting to repost your winning graphic, so you backed away to finalize a few more posts and tweets.

The sounds around you heightened and you looked up to see Carlos waving as he headed for the second step on the podium. He beamed with joy finally seeing everything he worked toward last year come to fruition.

Charles followed, running up to the top step he missed so much. You smiled, but quickly directed your attention back to your phone.

Once you felt your work was satisfactory, you headed to find today's winning drivers to congratulate them in person.

You knocked on the door to Charles' drivers room, hearing both voices inside. "Hey, it's y/n," you said. Carlos' smiling face appeared quickly on the other side of the door to greet you. "Congratulations!" You said to them. They both smiled and blushed, looking almost shy. You narrowed your glare at both of them. "You aren't more excited?"

"Of course I am excited," Charles said with a smile on his face, "but I am also exhausted." He let out a heavy breath and rested his hand on his falling chest. Your eyes were drawn to his veiny hand that had been gripping his steering wheel for the last hour, and then gripped the champagne bottle with such strength.

The video came through your notifications from the official F1 account, and you lost your breath when you saw it. He held the champagne tight, with a go-pro camera attached to the end. His rings were in perfect view and you quickly looked around to make sure no one noticed you spending too much time on a short clip. You happily reposted it to Ferrari's Instagram story, but the image remained in your mind long after.

Carlos sat on the couch, agreeing with his sentiment. "I want to sleep for days."

You laughed. "Sleep is for losers." He rolled his eyes and let his head fall back onto the edge of the couch with a scoff. "You're not seriously going to sleep after this one-two, are you?"

Charles gripped the table behind him and leaned back. "To be honest, I don't even want to leave this room." Carlos chimed in, agreeing with him once again while his eyes stayed closed and towards the ceiling.

"You can't stay here all night." You replied, annoyed with their casual nonchalance after such a huge win.

Charles cocked his head. "Says who?" He looked around quickly. "You?"

You rolled your eyes at his tone of voice. "There's an entire team of engineers and strategists waiting to congratulate you two, and you're going to leave them hanging because you're tired?" Neither of them responded.

You waved your arm to get them moving. "C'mon, let's go." You reached for the doorknob, but the heavy slam of a hand against the door stopped you in your tracks.

"We're not going anywhere." Your heart began to race as you peered to the left and saw Charles staring down at you, a hunger in his eyes even a race win couldn't satisfy.

His eyes made your breathing become erratic. Focusing on breathing wasn't possible with Charles Leclerc looking down to you.

Despite how lost you could get in his eyes, you were here for work. You refocused yourself and started again. "I don't get paid enough for this," you scoffed and turned around to see Carlos pick his head up. "I'm not your mommy or daddy, I'm just here for content." You made direct eye contact with both of them. "Which you two are giving me none of."

"Say that again." Carlos said. You didn't have the same native language, so you assumed he just misunderstood.

You cleared your throat and started to speak. "I said, I don't get paid enough for-"

"No," he interrupted. "Not that part."

You looked at him, confused. "I'm not your mommy or daddy, I'm just here for-"

Carlos had a bad habit of interrupting, but his voice made you swoon, so you didn't mind. "Again."

You had a puzzled expression, and looked to Charles for context. He stood with his arms crossed and shrugged his shoulders, but the look on his face said he knew.

"I'm not your mommy or daddy." You looked at Carlos as you finished your final word. He swallowed harshly and adjusted his position on the couch.

You heard Charles clear his throat behind you. "Your voice sounds beautiful speaking any words, but that one in particular..." He stepped closer and brushed his fingertips against your already goosebump-covered forearm.

The contact made you jump, but he was right next to you to reassure you. "It's just me," he said in a low whisper. He left a few soft kisses on the slope of your neck. “You didn’t watch us on the podium," he breathed into your skin.

“I had work to do. Your fans were waiting.” You said.

“We were waiting.” Your heartbeat picked up, moving a few beats faster per minute.

“You had plenty of eyes on you. You didn’t need mine too.”

His hand moved from your arm to your hip. “What if I wanted them?” He pulled you in so your backside was nestled into his chest.

You turned slightly to get a glimpse of Charles face behind you. He kissed your lips, leaving a tingling sensation behind. “Well, now you got them.” You could watch Charles all night.

He scoffed in your ear, and the grin on his face was apparent in the sound.

His lips brushed the soft skin below your ear and you felt a tingle run down your spine.

It made sense. They didn’t want to leave, but they still wanted to celebrate.

Your eyes were focused forward on Carlos, whose hands rested on his muscular, spread legs. You felt the liquid courage of the champagne run through your body, wanting to jump right into Carlos' lap, despite all the words flowing into your ear from a different man. The energy in the room was unfamiliar but not uncomfortable. And you wanted to explore it.

You stepped forward, tugging on Charles’ grip, but he didn’t fight. You rested your hands on Carlos’ shoulders and moved to wrap your legs around his, but he stopped you. He quickly spun you around so you sat in his lap but faced Charles, falling comfortably into Carlos’ embrace.

While his hands once rested on his own thighs, you watched intently as they roamed yours. He gripped your legs and spread them wide open, bruises most definitely forming on the skin beneath his thumbs. A loud breath escaped your lips as he tugged at the flesh, causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure.

Charles scoffed. “Eyes on me.”

You followed his orders, gazing at him through your long lashes. He flashed a devilish grin at you and slowly stepped closer, causing your blood pressure to rise. His tongue parted his lips and had you intensely staring at the movements.

Hands wandered your body, and you bit your lip in response. Carlos snaked his hands under your Ferrari polo and slowly lifted it off, leaving your feeling exposed and vulnerable. You covered up out of instinct, but your hands were pulled away quicker than you expected.

Your lacy bralette and jeans still shielded your body from the Ferrari boys, and you started to overthink even showing up in the first place until you heard the sweet sounds of Carlos’ voice in your ear. “You look so sexy on my lap like this.”

You blushed.

“She does,” Charles agreed. He leaned down to you, his face mere inches from yours and his hands resting on your knees.

You’d only ever been this close to the both of them when they embraced you in a celebratory group hug, but this was so much better. You felt Charles’ warm breath on your skin as he pressed his lips to your neck, slowly moving further down your body. You moaned and shifted slightly, earning a matching groan from Carlos. You felt him twitch under you, so you ground your hips into his lap. You couldn’t see his reaction, but the sounds were enough to send you spiraling.

Charles took the opportunity to slide your pants off quickly and create some friction where you needed it the most. The dexterity of his fingers drove you mad and he quickly pushed aside the fabric and slid one inside, working you better than you could’ve ever dreamed of.

Watching him on the top step of the podium, you could’ve never imagined he’d feel this way.

He created a rhythm with his movements and Carlos matched that rhythm by grinding you down onto himself.

You squeezed your eyes shut in pleasure, and yelped when you felt the warm sensation of Charles’ tongue between your thighs. Carlos spread your legs open further, not allowing you to forget about him. Even if it wasn't his tongue lapping at you, he still needed to contribute to your pleasure in any way he could.

You would never forget about him or Charles after that night. You had always been drawn to them, and it seemed the feeling was absolutely reciprocated. It just took a 1-2 to figure it out.

Carlos peered over your shoulder for a peek at your body writhing under his grasp. He muttered “fuck,” when he saw Charles buried between your legs. Lifting you off of his lap swiftly with one arm, he used the other to rid himself of his clothing - the only barrier left between you and him.

Charles came up for air and took a step back to admire you, eyes searing every inch of your skin. He paid close attention to your reaction to Carlos’ touches, like time was moving in slow motion.

You moaned at the skin to skin contact as he lowered you down, overloading your sensations.

You rubbed your wet lips over his hard cock, rocking back and forth. The sweet sounds of your arousal filled the room you were trying your best to keep quiet in. There were so many other people around, and the only sound you heard was yourself.

He gripped your hips, guiding your motions and pressing his fingers firmly into your skin. As his tip teased your entrance with each glide of your bodies, you thought back to when you were last fucked. Instinctively, your hand drifted down your body as you prepared for how tight you were about to be for him.

You hissed as he lowered you down, stretching your walls just as you’d expected. “Fuck,” you muttered between heavy breaths. His hands guided you until you got your own pace and he was delighted to bring his attention elsewhere - your tits.

Carlos wasn’t a man of too many words, but the sounds he made were exquisite and music to your ears.

“Eyes here, darling,” Charles politely demanded of you again. You lifted your lashes to obey his command, remembering how badly he wanted you to watch him earlier.

Your stomach erupted in butterflies when you realized what was truly going on.

How were you going to show up to work tomorrow?

This wasn’t real.

Fuck, you thought, feeling Carlos hit deep inside of you. Charles began to step forward to continue his work until he suddenly stopped.

Everyone suddenly stopped.

A knock.

“Charles?” Another few knocks. “Carlos?”

You looked around as you heard the familiar man’s voice ring through your ears. Someone was looking for them. Your body shook as Carlos continued to hold you up, his arms weak from the shock, but his cock twitching inside of you.

“Uh,” Charles scrambled around. “One moment, I am changing.”

“People are asking for you! Hurry up!” The footsteps trailed off and you thought you were safe until you heard again. “Oh, and if you see Carlos, let him know we’re looking for him.”

The boys seemed flustered. More flustered than you’d seen them in a while. So you started to roll your hips without the aid of Carlos. His breathing increased, and slowly he started to draw out his breaths vocally. He was whimpering, almost powerless to your hips.

“Y/n,” he whined, but you continued.

You laughed as you felt him twitch inside of you, rocking your hips faster than before to finish him off good. You quickly slid off to get dressed before anyone else interrupted.

As you pulled your pants up your legs, a finger brushed the falling hair out from your eyes. The boy who ate your pussy and then watched you get fucked by his teammate. You wanted to know so badly what was on his mind. “We’re not done here.” He promised with a soft kiss on your cheek. You adjusted one of the buttons on your polo before turning around to see Carlos still in a hazy state. “I’ll see you tonight too, yeah?” You asked him. He smiled back.

You double checked your pants pocket for your cellphone before peering into the hallway and sneaking out to get back to work.

He wasn’t kidding when he said he wasn’t done. After the boys went through all the formalities and you finished up your tasks for the night, you prepared for the party. Charles' eyes were on you during the entire after party.

You sipped on drinks and munched on appetizers with the others in the marketing department, filling conversations with the things they all had in common - marketing, and racing. Never wanting to talk about anything else.

You rolled your eyes and found an out through your almost empty glass, retreating to the bar. Ordering another round would help get through the boring analytics and graphics conversations you’d have to endure before getting to end your night the right way.

You reached for the newly prepared drink when you felt a supportive hand on your lower back. Charles. “Hey,” he said, lifting his brows and grinning in a reassuring way. You took notice of his gesture, but didn’t want to draw too much of your own attention to it, hoping to not attract the attention from others.

“What’s on your mind?”

“You,” he said, matter of factly. You rolled your eyes, annoyed at yourself for expecting anything different as an answer after your earlier adventures.

"Yeah?" You asked. "What about me?"

He let out an exasperated sigh. "You and your incessant nature." He sighed again, but this time in frustration.

You squinted at him, confused. "Did I do something to upset you?" You looked behind you, wondering why his hand needed to be on you if you had made him angry or annoyed in any way.

"No, no," he reassured you.

A red-polo clad employee approached the two of you, interrupting his line of thought. "Congratulations, Charles." He said.

"Grazie," he smiled, giving the man a hug.

He looked over to you. "And great job today, y/n. Loved the posts."

You blushed at the compliment. "Oh, thank you."

He playfully shoved Charles shoulder. "Maybe you could teach Leclerc here a thing or two about Instagram."

You agreed with him and laughed as he walked off.

"Do you want to invite him back to your hotel room tonight too?" Charles snarked, turning back towards the bar.

"What?" You looked at him, furrowing your brows in confusion.

"Are you not just inviting anyone back to your room tonight?"

"No?" Your jaw dropped and you smirked. "Is someone... jealous?"

He slammed his fist on the bar hard enough for you to jump but not enough for others to notice. "So what if I am? I just won a race and I watched you get fucked by the guy who finished p2." He ran his fingers through his hair. "And I've been hard thinking about you since. At this point, I don't even care if it's you or my own hand, I just need some relief. It's driving me insane."

You watched his confession, keeping a close eye on the way his lips moved. "As tempting as that sounds to watch..." The hairs on his forearm shoot up as you run your finger over the skin slowly, leaning down to his ear to whisper, "I really need a race winner to finish inside of me tonight."

He swallowed hard. Eyes straight forward. Thinking about your body and how it would look on top of him, not Carlos. Hoping, no - praying - you'd keep your promise.

And you kept your promise.

You had him under your grip, moaning at your touch and begging for more. He got more than he bargained for, but he felt incredible. The sun peeked out from behind the hotel curtains, pleading both of you to finally finish each other off and call it a night. But you loved to see him squirm. The way he sucked in fast when he thought he might cum, and the whiney mess you were left with when you pulled away right before he could get a taste of what he wanted, needed.

He thrusted into your throat, urging you to go deeper, and you pulled away. And he just sighed. Used to the games you played over the last hour. His expression picked up when you tossed your leg over his lap and straddled him, quickly sliding down onto his cock with ease.

The worn out look on his face turned to pure pleasure as you bounced on his lap. "Fuck," he breathed, "finally." He twirled his tongue around your nipple before pulling it between his teeth.

The sound of the hotel room door opening made you jump, but his hands quickly held you in place by your ass. "You're not going anywhere now." He didn't halt your motions, he merely changed them. You ground your hips into his and craned your neck around towards the door.

Carlos. You opened your mouth to utter his name, but Charles began thrusting hard into you. "Who is making you feel this good?" He whispered in your ear, diverting your attention and words back to the man under you. "Fuck, Charles." You fell limp into his chest and he pulled you down on top of him as you continued to move around him.

You gave your visitor the optimal view.

His footsteps were prominent as he made his way toward the edge of the bed.

Charles continued to thrust into you, but your pace slowed when you felt a cold finger graze your most sensitive skin.

"Don't let me interrupt," he chuckled. "There's enough of her to go around." His words made your head spin, but your stomach tightened at the reality when you heard the sound of his zipper.

His seeping head brushed a hole unfamiliar to both, but it wouldn't budge and you clenched at the feeling. He gripped your cheek in his hand. "That is what you want, right?" He asked. "Both of us, filling you?" As he squeezed your ass once more, his thumb slipped further than before, stiffening your spine and causing you to suck in a breath.

Charles opened his eyes at the sound and slowed his motions. "You okay?" He asked quietly, face to face with your pain-stricken face as you adjusted to the feeling. You nodded.

The discomfort turned to pleasure. And that pleasure turned to want. And when he pulled his finger out of your ass, it turned into need. You needed to feel both of them. It was what you had been waiting for. And tonight, the team's win, was the perfect occasion.

You knew what to expect. Charles held you and spoke those same reassurances you already knew. He held you as your cries of pain turned to cries of pleasure. And once the pleasure hit, you knew you wouldn't last long.

A euphoric wave washed over you like none you had ever felt before.

And as you recovered from your earth-shattering orgasm, you experienced what you had been waiting so long for.

You were in awe as you watched the two Ferrari boys finish one after the other.

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Sometimes I fall off but I always come back...

Rating: Mature.

Words: 2.7k

If you had been counting the seconds you were certain would be into the thousands before you noticed the text that was so subtly placed at the bottom of his latest gym selfie. 

‘Sometimes I fall off but I always come back.’

Yes you do, Lewis, yes you fucking do. Somehow you ALWAYS come back. 

Usually you were so careful to not be caught viewing his Insta stories, it was so important to you that you made it seem like you cared nothing at all for him anymore, even if that wasn’t entirely true. Most of the time it was fine but this instance you were carelessly tapping across stories when his freshly posted story popped up on your screen. 

It was too late the second it appeared on your screen, he would know you saw it, he would know that you knew he was in the city, he would also know, somehow, that every fibre of your being would be tempted by that revelation, and it was. 

It was 30 degrees outside, you were sitting around a table at your favourite rooftop bar in the cutest two piece with your friends but you were pretty sure in that moment that the short breaths, the beads of sweat and the tingle you felt in between your closed thighs were all down to him, in fact you knew they were. There wasn’t a temperature on earth, nor was there an amount of alcohol that you could consume that would make you feel just as he had always made you feel, even when you hadn’t seen him for some time. 

He was in the city, Lewis was in your city, in fact he was only a 15 minute car ride from where you were right now, you knew that because you had done the trip many times before - many many times before. 

Lewis was in his gym, most of it still familiar from the last time you were there, you could even see the bench he sat on as you rode him in front of the mirror just so he could watch the way your ass rolled on him. You thought often of that moment, of the way he was fawning over every little dimple in your skin, tracing the lines of your stretch marks as he growled so deeply, unashamed of the sounds he made as you brought him to the depths of pleasure whilst he showered a body you had often been so cruel to, with love. 

“I have to…I have to go, sorry.” 

You sank the rest of your cocktail in quick succession, avoiding eye contact with your annoyed but not surprised friends, this had happened so many times before, they need not even ask where you were going, they already knew. 

“He will only hurt you again…” 

The logical tone of your best friend was the last thing you heard before you were out of there, having already called an Uber to meet you outside before you had left the table, you were on your way to his before you could even finish tracing the bead of sweat that fell down his abs in the picture, the bead of sweat you salivated at the thought of licking off of him in a matter of minutes time. 

-

It was bold of you to presume that he wouldn’t have changed the code to his gate, it had been a long time since you were last there, yet he hadn’t, it was still exactly the same, almost as if he was daring you to come back to him, leaving the door metaphorically and physically open for you to do just that. 

One knock turned into three, using the reflection of his door knocker you checked yourself out one last time before the door was unlocked remotely, granting you permission into his world once more and you knew just how to find him. 

His house was quiet, you could be mistaken for thinking he wasn’t even home but you knew he was waiting for you, and you knew exactly where too. 

Pushing open the door of the gym, it took your eyes no longer than a millisecond to lock onto the man who was doing bicep curls in the mirror. He didn’t turn to greet you at first, locking eyes with you through the reflection, he waited for you to speak first. 

“Hi Lewis…” 

There was a nervous energy to your tone, he could sense it too, putting down the weights he finally turned to you. 

“Hello, you.” 

-

Sat on the very bench he last fucked you on, clad only in the thinest black shorts, Lewis stared at you as if he was daring you to make the first move with him. 

“Are you going to just stand there or are you going to tell me why you are here?” 

The smirk on his face was so self assured it irritated you, yet he had every right to be so confident, both of you knew what had brought you there, and both of you knew exactly why, he just needed to hear you say it. 

“I…I was at the bar and…Well, I missed you.” 

His smirk dissipated slightly, his eyebrow raised, a look that told you he knew you weren’t being entirely honest. 

“You missed me or you missed…it?” 

You felt your mouth salivate with excitement as he freed his dick from the restraint of his shorts, allowing it to spring to attention, attention that had captivated you from the moment you saw his hand reach into his shorts. 

“Both...shit, both…” 

It was impossible to hide the excitement on your face, not once had you stopped looking at the hardness that tempted you, not that he seemed to care. He let you linger there in that moment for a while, just to watch the torture on your face.

“Come here.” 

The command in his voice only served to turn you on more, of course you obliged. Walking over to him you finally met his eyes once more, his intense soul piercing gaze burned dark with lust, a look you were oh so familiar with. 

Lewis drew you down to his level, brushing his nose over yours, allowing his breath to tickle your cheek as he teased your lips with his own, never quite granting you a kiss but threatening it nonetheless. 

Cupping your chin in between his thumb and his forefinger he caught your gaze once more, placing the softest of kisses on your lips finally, so soft you could be convinced it never happened, before he parted his lips once more. 

“Show me how much you missed it.” 

You fell to your knees so quickly the skin of your knees stung, not caring for your own comfort you were hungry for the dick that was now just inches from your lips, wrapping a hand around the base you kissed the tip as Lewis held the back of your head. 

“No hands yet baby, let me feel all of that pretty little throat first.” 

Your skirt rose up around your waist as you took him further into your mouth, slowly you took every single inch of him, nuzzling the tip of your nose into his still neatly trimmed tufts of curly hair at his base. Lewis held you there, a groan escaping his lips every time he felt you fight your gag reflex around him, he got off on the sounds of you struggling to hold him there, not because he wanted to torture you, he just loved how much you wanted to please him. 

“Mmm, good girl…such a very good girl.” 

-

Lewis smiled as he watched you catch your breath, your mouth dripping with saliva that he was happy to help wipe away for you with his thumb. 

“Need more?” 

He knew just how hungry you always were for more of him, a hunger that never seemed to be satisfied no matter how many times you had him, and you had him many times. 

You wasted no time in answering him with the best way you knew how, taking him back into your mouth, this time you were allowed to work him with your hands too, making him fall back a little with pleasure and he moaned out curse word after curse word, fighting the urge to close his eyes with the want to watch what he had often told you, was his favourite girl suck his dick. 

Breathing was secondary, an inconvenience in that moment, when you wanted to do nothing but satisfy the man above you. Time after time you let him hit the back of your throat, moment after moment you fought back against your need to breathe, if you could have negated need for anything else and to just stay in that moment, Lewis’ dick buried in your throat as every little groan left his lips to praise you, the strokes of your hair, of your face, the jolts of his body, told you of all the ways you made him feel good, you would have. 

-

It was quite the contradiction how gentle he was with you as he urged you off of him, guiding your lips back to his so he could kiss you deeper this time, before he pulled away a little. 

“Stand up.” 

You wondered for a moment, if he even knew how hot he sounded as he commanded you, you wondered if he played to it on purpose or if it just came naturally, either way nothing was sexier to you in that moment. 

The very moment you did just as you were told, Lewis let his hands find the outside of your thighs, being so careful to not break eye contact he let his fingers trace up your skin until he found just what he was looking for, your panties. 

So expertly he pulled them off of you, allowing them to gather at your feet, he guided you out of them without you even noticing, still looking into your eyes his tongue fell to your clit with little effort, a smile drew across his lips as he felt you tremble with pleasure. His tongue drew careful circles on your clit, holding you up as he felt you grow weaker and weaker under his control, waves of intense pleasure rippled through your body before it came to an abrupt halt as Lewis turned you around. 

“Sit down baby, it’s time I showed you how much I missed you.” 

He led you down onto him so gently, yet he didn’t give you a moment to adjust to him, letting the entirety of his thickness stretch you immediately, revelling in the gasp you let out as he filled you whole. 

His lips danced violent kisses along your neck, nibbling on the skin as he enjoyed the hug of your walls for a moment, one hand cupping your breast, the other placed at the top of your thigh, his fingers dancing over your nub, teasing the throbbing more and more until he decided it was time to remind you of exactly what you were missing out on. 

Placing one of your feet on his knees, he commanded the other to do the same, laying you back into the support of his body.

“Look in the mirror…” 

You did as you were told, shocked by how explicit the sight was at first, it looked like a scene from something that belonged on the Hub yet knowing that it was his dick that was inside of you, his thighs that held all of your weight, his lips that seemed to never quite be able to pull away from the skin of your neck for very long, made you find a confidence you didn't know you had. 

He stole your breath from you the very moment he began to fuck up into you with little care, deep hard thrusts that meant there was not a moment for you to catch it again, especially not with his hand wrapped around your throat so he could growl into your ear as his other hand tapped on your clit just enough to make you feel its presence, careful he was to not push you over the edge so quickly, so selfish he was for control. 

“This pussy…baby, fuck…this pussy, who owns it?” 

His breath hitched in his throat, each word was a struggle as he fucked you, a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion washed over him, yet he had to ask you, he always had to ask you. 

“Yours…it is always yours, Lewis.” 

He never doubted it, it wasn’t confirmation he needed nor was it reassurance, Lewis knew it belonged to him, he had always known, but every part of him loved to hear you moan exactly that. 

“You watching how I’m fucking you?” 

Lewis growled the words into your ear as he nibbled on it. You nodded a response, that was about all you could manage as your mouth was too busy moaning. 

“You see how your pussy was made to take me, baby?” 

Again you nodded, you saw it, of course you saw it, you believed no one looked as good together as the both of you did, the mirror only confirmed it. 

“Now watch how I make this pussy purr for me.” 

The strokes were somehow deeper now, his tapping on your clit became circling so rapidly that you felt yourself quickly lose control. How was it possible that a man who hadn’t had you in so long, still knew exactly how to work your body? 

“Mmm don’t hold back, baby…I can feel how close you are.” 

You could tell from the husk of his voice that he was right there with you too, waiting patiently for you to reach your peak before he would ever entertain his own. 

“Lewis…please…” 

You were begging him for a release he was working hard to give you, yet you needed to beg him, you needed him to know that only he could give you exactly what your body, and your mind,  needed at that moment. 

“I know, baby, I know…give it to me, I’ve got you…I promise, I’ve got you…let go…” 

As the last syllables of his words left his lips you felt the explosion happen, a knot had built so tightly inside of you that the moment it released you lost all control, rendering all of your senses paralysed you could feel nothing but the man that was beginning to crumble under you too. 

His soothing words had turned quickly into moans, hisses in your ear as he felt you squeeze him until you drew out his explosion too. Lewis thrust into you quickly, sloppily, until every last drop of his cum was laced over your walls, his cock throbbing as his high lessened, your pussy doing just the same. 

-

He didn’t rush to lift you off of him, nor did he try to take himself out of you, instead he allowed you to rotate your hips every so slightly, an exhausted movement yet a movement you always did, Lewis knew how much you loved to keep him inside of you, how even in your most sensitive state, feeling him against your walls felt too good to lose. 

It felt like hours passed when really it was only minutes, still sat in the same position, his dick never quite softening inside of you, you kissed passionately, both of you sweaty, both of you overwhelmed, yet nothing you had done until that moment had really shown how much you missed each other. 

You began to stir first, as Lewis felt you attempt to stand up he held you down with his fingertips against your upper thighs just to kiss you some more. 

“You have somewhere to be?” 

Both of you knew that no matter how you answered this question, it would be the same response from him. You shook your head. 

“Good, because I’m not quite done with you yet. Let me get you all cleaned up.” 

He lifted you up with ease, finally slipping out of you with a dick that still was semi hard. You couldn’t help it, you wanted to touch it and so you wrapped your hand around his dick once more. 

“Already? Damn baby, you really did miss it…” 

“I missed you too, Lewis.” 

You stroked his ego to the same rhythm you stroked his dick. 

“But maybe I missed this just a little more.” 

You giggled as you felt the sting of his hand slapped against your ass cheek as he commanded you to the next room he was going to make you fall apart in.

Forbidden Fruit...

Rating: M ~ 2% plot 98% smut

Words: 3,028

Character: Lewis Hamilton x F!Reader

Description: He's your older brother's best friend but will that stop either of you from playing the most dangerous game of all?

So tempted you were by the thought of him knowing you were close by, you almost slipped up and posted on your story for every one of your followers to see, a mistake that would have made your next move impossible. You thanked the Meta Gods for introducing the ‘Close Friends’ option, allowing you to let him see everything you wanted him to see, whilst keeping everyone else in the dark.

This was a dangerous game, you knew it, yet as you found yourself alone in Malibu, knowing he was home too was a call from fate you just could not ignore. You had waited to have him for so long now, you had lusted after him for so many years, you were not about to waste such a perfect opportunity to finally get him alone.

It took longer than you would have hoped for him to view your story, you had almost given up by hour two but as darkness began to fall on the ocean view you laid in front of, your phone screen lit up with the notification you had been waiting for.

[lewishamilton] What a beautiful view.

You wanted to play it cool, you wanted to make him wait a little longer for a response, but you did not have the patience nor the time for that.

[yourusername] Which one?

You were opening yourself up to rejection, you knew that, but you also remembered the way he looked at you as he passed you in the hallway of your brother's party a few months back, the way his eyes couldn’t help but dance over every curve as he licked his lips. Sure, he could reject you, but he could also give in to what he desired.  

[lewishamilton] You know which one. How long are you here for?

A question that could seem friendly on the surface, an innocent attempt at conversation with the younger sister of his best friend, or it could be read as a man so hungry for a temptation he had known for so long that he was already making plans. 

[yourusername] I fly home tomorrow, I was hoping to not spend my last night here alone.

The silence that fell on the conversation the moment you admitted your intention made you a little anxious, you had known Lewis for years now and he had only made you feel comfortable yet in this moment you felt vulnerable, a little silly even. Had you just imagined the chemistry between you both?

You knew you were in too deep already, you had to let this play out regardless of the repercussions, it was the only way you would ever know if he felt it too, and besides, if you were right, he would be at your door soon enough.

[lewishamilton] That would be a shame. 

You knew Lewis would be careful not to be caught saying anything his friend wouldn't appreciate in your DMs, you knew you would have to lead the moment if you wanted to really get what you wanted.

[yourusername] Just so you know, you’re the only one who can see my story. 

Your reply might have confused him at first, only as he viewed your latest post on your story would it make sense. Your intentions with him had never been clearer, clad in a dress you had bought just that day with the intention of tempting him, you let him see all of the woman who was inviting him to join her for the night. 

He replied nothing else and that gave you a little glimmer of hope, afterall he couldn’t reply to you whilst driving. That hope held on for as long as possible, you did nothing with your evening as you waited for his arrival, not wanting to occupy your time with anything but him, you laid out on your bed, staring out into the ocean, until your eyes closed. 

-

The knocking on the door was so gentle it took a few moments to wake you, it was late, you could tell by the darkness that had become your view. Nothing but the outline of water decorated with the reflection of a few stars, the moon so full it allowed a little light to decorate your room. 

Lewis stood on the other side of your door, dressed in grey sweatpants and a white T Shirt, his eyes devouring your body before he even said hello. Making no attempt to hide the fact he enjoyed the view, he traced the outline of the lace that hid your breasts, before finally drawing his gaze up to meet yours. 

“I didn’t think you would come…” 

You broke the silence just before it became uncomfortable, leading him into the house. You let him watch your hips move in an exaggerated fashion as he followed you into the dark but for a moon lit living room. 

Still he said nothing, you could see the way a thousand thoughts raced through his mind as he looked at you. Did he want you to make the first move? Did he hope you would make it impossible for him to refuse you? Did he need you to make it so should your brother ever find out, he wouldn’t be to blame?

“You can sit down if-” 

Lewis stopped your words with a hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you towards him so close you could almost hear the way his heart raced with desire. Looking up into his beautiful brown eyes, you all at once felt vulnerable, you could see the fight on his face, so torn he was between giving into his want for you whilst battling the sane part of his mind that told him this was a bad idea. 

Allowing the hand that was not wrapped around your wrist to stroke your cheek, Lewis brushed his thumb across your lips before cupping your chin. 

“You are so dangerous…” It was then that he kissed you, allowing his desire to win, he brought his lips to yours with very little force, not moving them, not initiating more, he kissed you like he was scared of you. “...So fucking dangerous.” 

As he escaped from the kiss to tell you of your menacing ways, you smirked at him, a smirk that told him you knew just how much risk he was taking in that moment and how much you knew he was enjoying it. 

“We can stop-” 

Before the suggestion of anything else left your lips, Lewis pulled you back into a kiss. This time it was with enough force to take your breath away, that he kissed you. With one hand placed firmly on your cheek, he allowed the other to glide down your neck, brushing his fingers over your shoulder, he drew the strap of your dress down your arm before his fingers found your exposed nipple. 

You let out a gasp as he tugged at it, rolling the teat between his thumb and finger before his lips found their way, sucking harshly on your nipple you felt him exhale such a worked up breath, you knew he could only be straining in his pants. 

Taking the lead once more, you pulled down your other strap, allowing your dress to pool at the curve of your hips, inviting him to free you if he wished, and of course he wished. 

Kisses warmed your bare skin as he worked his way down your body until he reached where the silk lay, looking up at you he awaited a sign from you that he could reveal the entirety of your body. You gave it to him in the form of a smile as you stroked your fingers through his braids. 

So concentrated he was on devouring your skin, Lewis did not even dare to look at your body until he lips met it first. The moment your dress fell to your feet you felt his lips place soft kisses over your mound, his hands worked your feet free from the dress, throwing it to the side, he held your foot in the air as he began to trace his kisses up your leg now, closer and closer to the heat that yearned for him. 

You weren't sure what to expect from him, he had always struck you as confident, someone who knew what they wanted and exactly how to get it, yet the ferocity in which his tongue found your clit with ease shocked you. 

He held you steady as he devoured your pussy, a leg placed over his shoulder, he ate you out like you were a meal he had craved forever and in a way you were. Lewis had you whimpering, begging moans of mercy as he worked you in ways you never thought possible, yet the whole time he was gentle with you, protective of you, despite the fact he had you near your peak in a matter of minutes, you could feel him holding back with you. 

It took every bit of your strength to form words that were not complete gibberish, so hard he had made it for you to function as anything but a puddle of pleasure, you fought to have your needs spoken into the air, and the breathy stuttered form in which they took would just have to do. 

“Need you…shit, I need you.” 

Lewis didn’t quite stop lapping at your clit at your words, nor did he stop sucking your folds free of pleasure, but he did slow down just enough to be able to respond. 

“I don’t think you could handle me…” 

Was he challenging you? Did he think you were so inexperienced you wouldn’t know how to take him? Annoyed, you pulled yourself away from his grip, just enough that he could no longer control you with his tongue. 

“I can handle anything…look at me…” 

“I haven’t stopped...” 

Lewis’ response was said half in jest but you both knew that his eyes hadn’t been off of you from the moment he arrived that evening. He stood from the position he knelt in, the contrast of you being completely naked whilst he was fully dressed should have scared you but it didn’t, it was perfect, you needed him to know that you were grown enough to take him. 

“I’m a grown woman, Lewis. There is nothing…nothing…you could give me that I couldn’t handle.” 

He paused for thought for a moment, the hunger in his eyes had never been more evident. 

“Mmm, yes you are.” 

With that, he lifted you up so your legs wrapped around his waist, carrying you with ease into the bedroom just so he could throw you on the bed. He didn’t have his way with you immediately, instead he stood at the end of the bed just watching you as you brushed your legs together, careful to not give him a view of all of you. 

“Since you’re so sure you could handle me, why don’t you take control?” 

Lewis was daring you now, teasing you into submission but you wouldn’t let him win, not yet anyway. Spreading your legs so he could see you in all your glistening glory, you stared into his eyes for a moment, tempting him to hold your gaze and not look at the pussy he had just spent the past 20 minutes eating. He did well, he only really broke when you began to play with yourself, the groan that escaped his lips told you that he loved watching you prepare for him. 

“Are you just going to stand there and watch me get off all night or are you going to come here and fuck me?” 

He needed no more telling, within seconds he had stripped free from his clothes and found his way to kneeling between your legs. You watched him in excitement, you marvelled at how impossibly thick he was, bigger than you ever could have imagined. 

“I want you to watch me fuck you, I want you to watch how much I am going to stretch your pussy out.” 

Resting his tip at your entrance for barely a second, Lewis felt no remorse as he bottomed out inside of you, forcing your head back into the pillow as your eyes rolled back. 

“Too much for you?” 

He smirked as he let you adjust to the size of him for a moment, watching you quiver with sensations you had never felt before underneath him, making him just want to test you more. 

“Fuck me…please.” 

That was all you could say, there were no words quite sufficient for everything you needed from him in that moment but that didn’t matter, he knew just what to do with you anyway. 

With a thumb on your clit to play with, he made sure to fuck into you like he knew you had never been fucked before. Over and over his strokes were so deep, so precise that they hit your spot every time whilst he made sure to bring you closer and closer to orgasm by playing with you. 

It was only when he felt the first contraction of your walls that he made you look at him, removing his thumb now he brought it up to your lips to make you taste yourself as he stroked you to the most mind blowing orgasm you had ever had. 

The pleasure waves flowed through you for what felt like an eternity, never quite allowing you to catch your breath, Lewis slowed his pace as he drew out your pleasure for as long as possible whilst he fought back against his own, deep hisses leaving his lips as he tried to hold so he could have you for as long as possible. 

“Good girl, you did so well…” 

His lips found yours once more as he held still inside of you for a moment, letting you catch your breath for a moment just so he could tell you how proud of you he was. Your lips parted as if to speak but he didn’t quite let you. 

“You want some more, baby?” 

The rapidness in which you nodded your head told him all he needed to know, it was time he really had his way with you. Guiding you onto your stomach, he made sure to kiss every inch of every cheek you held up in the air for him before giving them both a spank. 

“Fuck, you’re are so hot…” 

It was Lewis who taught you about your praise kink, unintentionally he unlocked a part of you that you never knew about until he rained down praise and admiration on you constantly during your night with him. 

Wrapping one of your ankles over another, he held your legs closed as he smacked his dick against your opening. Somehow he felt bigger, somehow he felt like he stretched you to almost breaking point as he thrust inside of you, running his fingers down your back to make you shiver before he spanked both of your cheeks once more. 

He was relentless, unforgiving, he made sure you felt him deeper than you ever had before, he made sure that you knew no man would ever be able to give you quite what he had that night as he fucked you from behind. Wrapping a hand around your throat, he leant over just enough to be able to whisper in your ear as he fucked you. 

“Such a good girl…fuck…such a very good girl.” 

Your moans screamed out into the air, ecstasy wasn’t quite descriptive enough to explain all that he made you feel as he fucked into you over and over again. Lewis was unashamed of the noises he made, grunts, groans, moans of his own fell out into the air in between curse words. 

Every stroke he let out a hiss, it was how you knew he was close now, slow yet deep thrusts, he fucked you with a want to fill you with him yet he fought every second he could to keep going, not wanting to give up this moment easily. 

“Cum for me, Lewis…cum for me.” 

You moaned out permission for him to undo without even thinking, the moan of relief as you said the words told you it was only mercy you were showing him. He picked up pace now, throwing your head down onto the bed as he gripped the back of your hair, Lewis fucked you harder than ever before, the sounds of him fucking you were so loud that they almost drowned out your chorus of moans. 

“Don’t move…ugh, don’t you fucking move.” 

He rose up on his arms as he growled his instructions at you, for a second you were worried he would finish inside of you, a part of you wanted him too, but at the very last moment he pulled out of you, lacing your ass with reams and reams of his warm cum whilst he moaned into the air, telling you all the ways you were such a very good girl for him. 

-

The aftermath was only ever going to be awkward, you hadn’t thought about how you would feel once you had him, you hadn’t considered what you would say now that you had to go back to just being his best friends little sister, so as you came out of the bathroom after freshening up to find him sat on the edge of the bed fully dressed, you felt a little twinge of uncomfortableness. 

The thing about Lewis that you had always known was he cared deeply for people, and having been so intimate with you had only made him care more. Inviting you into him with an outstretched arm, Lewis sat you on his lap so you could feel his tenderness as he spoke with you. 

“I want you to know that nothing changes just because we did that, things won’t be weird between us and I certainly won’t be telling anybody what we did.” 

“Thank you, it’s just…well, I don’t make a habit out of one night stands.” 

Lewis smiled at you before bringing his lips to yours once more. 

“No one said this would be a one night thing, baby.” 

decent incentives ✴︎ cl16, mv1

genre: this is. Smut, porn W plot, threesome, driver reader

word count: 6.9k

Max can’t even feel his feet on the hardwood floors because you’re on your bed, spread out, wearing one of Charles’ sweaters, two fingers at the apex of your thighs. Or: You’ve been a brat, and only two people know how to mellow you out. title from this

auds here… hi hi hi! scanned my reqs last week, found a max/charles threesome one, and wrote this out in half a day after a friend showed me the challengers trailer (i love tennis and it drove me to write abt a sport that was not, in fact, tennis) also i truly cannot explain the phenomenon behind me finding smut/these kinds of works easier to suss out these days (long form fic i talked abt in the last drabble is not this one fyi) but it’s just ???? like i don’t… i’ve no clue. i hope u enjoy this anyway!!!! love auds :)

nsfw warnings under the cut!

18+ because... penetrative sex, double penetration, sexual tension, masturbation (f), teasing, praise central, reader is a MASSIVE brat, size kink, dirty talk, i don’t want to say brat taming but kinda kinda

Your first time in Max Verstappen’s hotel room happened after a tiring night of media and press, where you spent hours together smoking to calm yourselves down. You’d almost been caught by a manager, stepping on your sticks as soon as the back door swung open and your names were called out to do another interview. This was with ESPN, if you remember right. There’d been a muddled chaos of journalism in the venue, all the jumbled mess of the same questions. As young as you both are, do you feel intimidated by success?

It didn’t—and still doesn’t—help, you suppose, that both you and Max had stared, tight-lipped and deflated brows, and stated, with finality: no.

The afternoon stretched into an entire night, and by the time the clock ticked nine and everything had formally wrapped up, Max mustered up the courage and a half it took to invite you to his hotel room for a cig and half a Cuervo divided into three shots each. The conversation had progressed as he drove, the continuation of an otherwise unorthodox friendship between a Red Bull and Mercedes driver—a fact you’d both acknowledged but opted to ignore.

Drivers are friends all the time, you figure—you’re close with few drivers—but none of them are Max. You had made the lousy small talk, commented on how different the pre- and post-race processes have become since your entrance in 2018, which, back then, had seemed like forever ago. “It would seem like forever to a world champion,” he’d said, and his voice is all teasing and raspy and scruffed up. You had laughed, a scoffy little noise, and told him to shut up.

He obeyed, for two seconds, then added, “Do you mind if we meet someone there?”

The hotel room was what you might expect a high-level athlete to be bestowed with, wide and huge but not as wide and not as huge as yours a few streets over. There’d been a thing of cologne left uncapped on the table by the door, Adidas shoes on the floor next to Nikes, and then a low table housing a still smoking joint that left the entire living room smelling like grass.

Somehow, Max had managed to turn a neutral, sterile hotel room into a boy’s room. The scent of weed mixed with Tom Ford cologne. The rap music blending into the open balcony’s traffic noise. The socks on the floor, two pairs, both white. It’s a strenuous effort, you’d thought—and you were beginning to think this wasn’t the work of Max alone. “We have a guest,” he’d hollered when he managed to fiddle with the key card properly enough to leave the door alone.

No one had answered, or surfaced from the hallway leading to the bedroom and bathroom, so you followed Max into the bar area. Bottles of booze in varying states of empty, lemon slices and salt now cold—“Do you not call housekeeping?” You’d asked, amusement concealing curiosity as you accepted a poured-out shot. He said they do—they—and sometimes hotel staff are just a bunch of pricks. He asked more questions. How it felt to win at twenty-one, how it felt to be driving, to be the youngest winner, the first female driver. 

Ask me something I don’t hear fucking journalists say all the time, you’d replied back, half-jokingly. The August air nipped at your cheeks, chilling your warm face. He’d laughed, and explained that he re-asked the questions in case you have a more honest answer to give him. The most honesty you could offer is that you’d grown to hate your reputation because it precedes your skill. It’d been silent for a bit then, just the scent of the unclaimed weed. Then Max went, We have a new friend.

You turned to see who he was talking to. Charles was at the doorway, eyes on you already, raising a hand to say a silent hello. “H…” He trailed off. “Hey.”

He was shirtless, Calvins tight on his legs, his free hand scratching absently at his abs. Behind you, you had faintly picked up on Max introducing you and Charles rolled his eyes before replying, clipped, I know who she is, wiseass. He’d taken the weed and almost left, but you spoke next.

“Want to come sit?”

He paused, turned, and blinked. “I’m alright,” he rejected. “We have a meeting tomorrow, don’t forget.”

Then he was back in the bedroom area, leaving behind him a trail of grassy smoke. He was clearly rugged and fresh from sleep, the delicious sleep athletes have all grown familiar with: post-race, overcome with a terrible exhaustion. You’d only ever exchanged a few words with either of these two, and the fact that you were alone with them sent a warm, drawling thrill up your spine.

You were two and a half shots in when Charles reappeared, sans weed. “Any left for me?”

—

If you grouped the grid into years, you would be with Max and Charles—on the younger end, still at the ripe years of your careers. You entered first, though, then Max, thenCharles, which meant you were connected to, and friends with, relatively different people on the paddock. But the 2020 season and your many close calls with Max began the media and manager tirade of constantly lumping you and Max into the same interviews, press conferences, and media days, to maybe somehow elicit a bit of drama out (a tireless and unrelenting effort).

That’s how the rumors started. The rumor that permeates you most is one that asks about you, Max, and Charles. Some say you dated one then the other (a homie hopper, they’d branded you in 2021), others say they dated each other and you butted in. All of them were woefully untrue, in the same way all had some ring of truth to them.

And you suppose that’s what hotwired the beginning of your nights spent at Max’s hotel room, where Charles would nearly always be camped out, then eventually vice versa (Charles’ room, Max camping out; your room, solo, housing them for one night), drinking and/or smoking and/or playing some form of cards. And you suppose again that it was all this that radiated into everything else, all your wins and successes and bad days and near crashes, that just caused the entire universe to topple over, into itself, and creep up onto the three of you in Bahrain that year.

But that year is three years ago, and if you try to detail every last divot of it, you’re going to wind up rubbing a migraine out of your head. And you’re not interested in developing a headache—not when you’re celebrating the fifth race of the 2023 season.

It’s your fourth win this season. It’s all anybody ever talks about, how you had gone and secured a third championship for yourself last year, and how you’re gunning for four, the greatest the sport has seen in years. It’s all anyone can repeat and echo—you’re a fucking legend!—and you know from experience that praise does more than the most dangerous cocktail of drugs to get you high.

The afterparty is full and obnoxiously loud, dark and smoky and low-visibility. You’re wearing a flimsy dress and running a hand through your hair while you nurse a drink, feeling drunk on compliments and confused with certain absences. You can feel the bass through the tiled floor, heels clicking on it as you search, search, and come up short. Neither Max nor Charles have sent you a text, a play they always perform to break a routine you’ve become familiar with. You frown. Hey, somebody says next to you, you’re better than anyone else on the grid right now! You thank them, thinking to yourself—where the fuck is anyone else on the grid anyway? The relevant people, at least?

Half an hour later, you’ve ditched the party and are pounding with your fists at Max’s hotel room door in an effort to get them to open it quicker, after your knuckles didn’t seem to do the work well enough. You half—no, mostly—expect Charles to be the one who pulls it open. He’s more prudent. He gives in easier. He’s nicer and he can spare a thought for the other people on this floor (but the price of this room means there barely are). 

“What.” His voice is gritty.

“You told me you would come tonight.” Your voice is steady—you’d chosen not to drink much, and what little you consumed wore off on the ride here. Even with your heels on and even in sleepiness, you notice his presence towers over yours. “You both said.”

“We were tired.”

You scoff and gently push past him into the room, where evidence of their existence rags the furniture. “Every hotel room you ever stay in is turned into a fucking frat house.” Beer bottles, cigs, gifts from fans stored with precarious care but peeking out from suitcases. 

“We were sleeping. I am sleepy,” he says behind you, unamused by your sudden appearance. He shuts the door and stands still, looking as disappointed as he can. It’s unlike him. You’re buying time to find out what the problem is.

“Okay, I’ll go,” you say, relenting, running a few fingers over the mess of clothes strewn atop the armrest of the couch. “My driver’s downstairs, anyway. I wanted you there tonight, though.” You look up, meet his eyes. Tired and green and fed up. “Both of you. We could’ve celebrated.”

He pulls his lips tight and stands straighter. “I know, I know.” He softens a little. “I’m sorry, okay? Desolé. Just… tired.” You know he’s tired because his team is shit, and you know it has nothing to do with you, but you’re so wrapped up with everything that your irritance fails to quell.

“Where’s Max?” You ask roughly instead, thumbing at the strap of your minidress. He gestures to the bedroom. You’re quiet but stormy when you walk in, finding him, messy hair and tired eyes notwithstanding, fully awake, unlike what his roomie has been telling you since you arrived; you scoff out loud again. Des-fucking-picable. You sit yourself on the couch, crossing your legs petulantly.

They both stare. They’re mad, it occurs to you, which is weird because they had you in between them on that same bed less than forty-eight hours ago. You’d come thrice and begged for more, but they laughed and said you all needed sleep to get up for race prep. Race prep. Race prep.

“Okay, then.” You throw two hands up in a semi-shrug. “Let’s have it. What’s the matter? No use lying.”

They both look irritated. “Nothing,” Max says.

“Fuck nothing.” You trail a hand over the hem of your dress. “You’re pissed with me, but I didn’t do shit.” You try to rerack the race, but you hadn’t so much as collided with them in the slightest, apart from overtaking them a few times, but they weren’t man children to whine over that. You’d shared the podium with Charles, for Chrissake.

“You’re right. You just went and…” Charles blows a raspberry and makes an explosion gesture, opening his clenched fist. “Shat on us in your post-race interview.”

And there it is.

You huff out a laugh, momentarily losing control over speech, and it’s caught in between itself and a sigh, a breathy noise that makes waves in the quiet room. Okay, you think. I get it. Your eyes flit in-between the two men across you, your shoulders straight and eyebrows raised, posing a challenge. “What, are you jealous?”

They’re silent. And you know silence always means—

Your eyes relax, smug and a little teasing as you elaborate. “Because you know I’m better than both of you?”

—Yes.

Their silence is redeeming and rewarding and permissive and it speaks volumes louder than if they’d actually admitted to it. You stare back at them, eyes narrowed, amused, coy. You’d been joking around in your Sky Sports interview. Sure, you’re a bit of a tease, especially on the high of a win. But they should know that by now.

You know it annoys them more to leave the door wide open as you leave, than to slam it closed.

—

“Will you draw me a tattoo?!”

“I’d love to, but you are going to regret it,” Charles laughs, signing his name off with a heart on the frenzied fan’s outstretched cap. The busy, busy practice day had now worn into night, though nothing seems to be taking his mind off the fact that you’ve been giving him and Max the cold shoulder since last week. And he knows it’s stupid, he knows he and Max were being irrational and pissy—him especially—but now he just finds himself needing to apologize before anything becomes worse.

But his priority is getting to your hotel, which now seems like the journey of his lifetime. His bodyguard is a bulldozer and grips his elbow to traverse them through the sea of people who cheer him on, go Charles have faith in Ferrari and yeah, that’s been getting more and more difficult as the races pass without much good progress. There are flashes all around, noise and laughing and whoops and gifts he tries to receive, but he just—he needs to get to your hotel. Preoccupied, he remembers where he’d seen Max last, just seconds before leaving the paddock for the evening.

You spend a lot of time with a certain pair Ferrari and Mercedes drivers, says the interviewer in Dutch. Charles squints at the subtitles and waits for Max’s reaction.

He’s in the passenger seat, being driven around for a change, and maybe he’s a pessimist and he misses you and Max, or maybe the city he’s in is just. Dreary, so he opts to stare at his phone like every other person. The clip’s been posted by a fan on Twitter, and the caption is something jokey—something about a dream threesome. He can’t help but laugh as he watches. We are close, us three, Max says, nodding. In fact I will be meeting them later.

The media’s always speculated, rumors born out of a few close calls outside clubs where you’re tipsy and giggly and getting into one car. The fans, funny as ever, also make some fun of it—posting pictures of you three captioned with something like polyamory is real or her and the guys she told you not to worry about, but God if any of them knew the real picture, the whole three years of it, all the sex and hickeys and rumors.

He scrolls a bit more. There are a few photos of you leaving the paddock, hand poised atop your face to shield it from the paps. You get loads more of them wherever you are, loads morecompared to anybody else on the grid. You always attract the media, the press. He finds a picture with your face in it, smiling at your result during FP2. Fuck. You’re pretty, hair damp with sweat, lips stretched into a proud grin, suited hand raising a thumbs up.

“Where to?” The driver beside him asks suddenly.

—

“Fairmont,” Max says to his assistant as he pulls out of parking. “I’m hanging up, doei.” He presses the red button and sighs, shutting his eyes and driving the steady, increasingly familiar routes of the city. He’d called you this morning but you didn’t pick up. Last night he’d slept restlessly, which was no different from the nights before, anyway.

He gets to the valet parking of your hotel when purple is just settling into blackness in the sky, the beginnings of a civil discussion at the tip of his tongue as he exits the elevator and finds your room, opening it and finding it unlocked already. Charles must have done the brunt of it, or maybe you’d gotten an assistant of an assistant to pass an extra keycard to him. You always plan around them, thinking ahead. Both on and off track.

Like the hotel rooms he and Charles share or camp out at, your existence is terribly visible. Unlike them, though, it manifests differently.

It smells like your perfume, the pink bottle he’d found you spritzing on once, and everything is neat and tidy and gorgeous. A vase of white peonies on the low table, lipstick on the table by the mirror, even the pack of cigarettes you barely smoke is pretty and unassuming on the sofa. The only thing amiss—a pair of men’s shoes, those ones with stars on them that you bought Charles on a spur-of-the-moment shopping trip. He toes off his own beside them, eyes the alignment, and fixes it lest you scold them for it later.

Anyway. It smells like you. That’s the only thing he cares about right now. It hits him like a tidal wave, after being ignored the whole week and then some. Your perfume, your favorite linen spray—that black and white glass bottle you carry around like a rosary—your favorite lip balm, even. He swears he smells the vanilla, can recall the taste of it from kissing you ditzy.

It’s beginning to rain—it had been drizzling already, en route here—and the noise pelts the windows, an accompaniment to his footsteps down the hall. He’s familiar with the layout of a penthouse suite, but still he tries out the WC door, and then the closet with the ironing board, before finally he figures the bedroom should be at the end of the hall.

He’s reciting it. I’m sorry. Would you stop being a brat? No. No, just say you’re sorry and then he’s standing at the ajar door of your bedroom, pushing it open, and he can’t feel anything. The words have evaporated. So have his warm little sentimental feelings, and so the annoyance he’d come busting in with.

Max can’t even feel his feet on the hardwood floors because you’re on your bed, spread out, wearing one of Charles’ sweaters, two fingers at the apex of your thighs.

He opens his mouth but nothing leaves. His eyes find Charles, standing by the door, propped against the desk, arms crossed and fingers digging into his biceps. Max looks at you again. You have a pretty flush high on your cheeks, a slight sheen of sweat on your exposed collar. He blinks and realizes you’ve been talking.

“I said, you can sit the fuck down.” There’s a couch to his left.

He pulls himself together and stays beside Charles. “I’m good here, thanks.”

You eye the two of them. They look like stupid twins in the same way they look like Republican husbands. You roll your eyes and allow it; anyway, you’re not in the mood to order either of them around too much.

Charles has been watching you for a while now, watched you fake moans and exaggerate whines, feigning pleasure over two of your fingers. It’s almost laughable—he’d allowed a smile, in fact, because he knows better. Once, he’d pulled your hair so hard you teared up, nodding, hand at his wrist, whimpering more, harder, do it. Another time, he and Max had gotten you all riled up and edged for half an hour, so riled that all you could mutter out were please and their names when they finally stuffed you full. You’re evidently playing your games again. You love to play around with them. It’s almost—you could almost call it a hobby.

“I’m not going to stop just ‘cause you’re both here.” Your hand moves, two fingers fucking into yourself, pink lace pushed aside. Your cunt is so pretty, they’re both thinking. “Did you think I would?” When silence greets you, you decide to address them directly. “Max. Did you?”

His voice is thin and tight when he responds, “Yeah, actually—so we could suss this out, at least.”

Your laugh is patronizing. “I prefer it this way. And you know what?”

Max stares. Charles has already been told this, several minutes ago when he found you in the exact same position. It’s not any easier for him to hear it again, chaste and sweet out of your lips. You can’t touch me.

See, they would’ve been content without touching you, if they sit and think about it. Max didn’t walk in here thinking he’d even be kissing you, and he knows Charles thinks the same thing. Maybe touch you—innocently, that kind of way. Sure, they’d been pent up, heady with arousal, but that came second to talking things out. But now you’ve told them they can’t touch, and that’s worsened them to their limit. Charles imagines touching you, the same touch he gives when it’s post-race and he gets you alone, to himself, nobody else’s, quick fucks in a dim closet, whispering some dirty shit in your ear and getting you like putty in his hands.

Max thinks of nearly the same thing. Imagines running his hand over your hair, gentle but firm, the same way he does when he knocks at your hotel room after hours and gets you from high-strung and bratty to begging for more. You notice their eyes, darkened; you realize their minds have wandered. So, they watch hopelessly as the smirk spreads prettily across your flushed face, and they remember the events of a week prior, when childishly, they’d acted out, and think, for a second, that maybe they deserve this.

You all know what it’s like to keep them from touching you.

It was both easier and worse then, in 2020 when everything started—when everything was brand new and thrilling and exciting. Easier, because they were satisfied as soon as they got you to come, maybe kiss them both, and they were content with slow exploration. Worse, because you were all insatiable. It felt like none of you could go minutes without some form of touch, during, in-between, after practice, quali, fuck—it was worse, much worse.

As you all grew older and got accustomed to the drivel of racing, you all got better. It didn’t get much easier.

Charles recalls how insatiable he was—and thinks, with amusement almost, that if he was insatiable then, he’s worse now. Now he knows where, how, for how long to touch you to get you wide-eyed and warm in the face even in the most serious of moments. Max, too. He knows how you taste, bend, tease. They love touching you. Just skin to skin. And you’ve gone and put a great big X mark over that.

“So,” Max says, voice flat, the way it is when he’s unamused with a reporter, “we’re in a time out.”

“You can call it that,” you giggle, and it segues into a huffy whimper when you angle your hand just right. “You were acting childish, anyway.”

Charles sighs, long and deep. “We—fuck.” His eyes can’t unglue themselves from your fingers. He knows he could make you feel so much better, fuck real moans out of you until you’re crying. “We were being childish, oui, and it was—we were just tense. I was unhappy with strategy. I could’ve been P2 but they pitted me at the worst time, putain. I took it out on you, and I’m… I was… I was worn out, and you called us childish in your interview.” 

Ever the minx, you only smile. You’d been joking, you clarified that a day later; it was crass, spurred on by team radios of the two of them complaining in the latter half of the race. “It was a joke, Charles.”

“I know, baby, I know.” His lip curls and he breathes steadily, controlling himself. “It was unprompted though. You weren’t even asked about us. And yeah, a joke—but it felt shitty, love. I don’t mind it—we don’t mind it, but—” He needs to think about the phrasing, think about his intentions.

Your eyes are on fire, clearly still angry, but steadily softening.

“But in moderation,” comes Max’s raspy voice. “You’re running your mouth a lot in the media.”

“You’re one to—ah—talk,” you huff back, a futile argument.

“You need to understand that—that when you’re giddy, or angry, you can’t keep turning to interviews to express all that out. You need to sit with it. Just because we’re not…” your boyfriends, Max almost says, “…yours, doesn’t mean you can shit on us then expect us to be okay with it a few hours later. It’s a thing you do. A game you play. And it’s nice, it was nice then, but it’s annoying now, and it’s almost, like, do you even want this to keep going? To work—?”

You recoil. “You seriously think I don’t want th—”

Charles cuts in. “Well, when you play at us like this, yeah. Put in the work. If you’re high off a win, or mad for some other reason, just let it happen. Don’t fucking.” He exhales. “Call us names, then show up at our hotel acting like an angel.”

They’ve always looked out for you like this, known when to scold you or put you in your place for doing too much or not doing enough. They’ve never let personal things cross too much with business, which is a blessing of an ability when you’re three people having regular sex while balancing a ludicrous athletic career. It’s all sussed down to stupid ‘I care for you’ stuff that, frankly, they’re both too horny and angry to get into the grit of right now.

They don’t realize how quiet the room has grown until you eke out a noise, a thoughtful sound of agreement. You’ve pulled your fingers out, both hands playing with a loose thread on the hem of the sweater, rolling it into a ball. Your hair falls in waves. There’s a crease in it from the ponytail you wear when driving.

Your expression is still murderous, but much softer now; you cough, “I—I get what you’re saying. And I know I play… I have these games, or—but, honestly, I could say the same to you both.” You stutter through your totally shit explanation.

“How do you… mean,” deadpans Max. 

“I mean, when I’m acting out, you two just take it.” Having them at your mercy like that is satisfying in its own right, but pragmatically, it’s unhealthy. “You don’t ever tell me off. Even now. I need you to tell me… to fucking,” you’re warm and spluttery now. “Fuck's sake, okay? I know I can be annoying. I know I say stupid shit when I don’t finish and I’m way less diplomatic than Mr. Il Predestinato,” you breathe. “But you two just let me be annoying!”

“Then don’t be annoying,” Charles says, diplomatic as ever—his voice rises, though, nearly matching yours.

“Not like that!” You huff, folding your legs and sitting straighter, and they catch a glimpse of your pink panties again. “When I’m out of line, you”—you point to them—“need to correct me.” They’re nearly blindsided by your request to… be told what to do, which is so different from how sex usually works. From how this whole dynamic usually works.

But Max remembers your manager, and Toto, and your teammate Lewis even, and your engineers, who have all, at one point or another, had to talk you down and tell you to calm down and correct your behavior. So he says, “People do that all the time, but it only works for a second.”

“Because th—” You suck in a lungful of air. “They’re not you two, you daft fuckers!” You’re at the centre of the bed now, sweater drooped over your folded thighs, eyes matching the rain outside. “Every time, I need to be talked down, and you never. Do it. So do it. Fucking—do it. I have to tell you everything.”

“You don’t—-”

“Oh, I do.” You say, folding your arms over your chest. 

“This is despicable,” Max says. “We need to sort this out properly.”

“So what? This isn’t”—you raise violent air quotes—“putting in the work?”

They glance at each other for a minute. They feel you thinking you’re winning, thinking they’ll grovel and say okay we’ll do that next time, can we fuck you? Like all the other semi-resolved fights before. You’re sitting straight, eyebrows raised, defiant. But for them to do that—you just said it wasn’t what you needed. 

And they’d have to be caught dead before not giving you what you need. If you want to be bossed around a bit, then they’ll do it.

“Sit down,” Charles goes. Unmoving. 

“What.” You’re deadpanning, eyes narrowed.

“Sit the fuck down,” he repeats. You open your mouth, but he’s quicker. “Don’t make me say it again.”

You pout, leaning against the headboard and unfolding your legs. He rounds the room, sits at the foot of the bed. It’s a big bed, so even if he’s on it, he still needs to reach over a bit to be able to touch you. The distance is good, though, keeps them in control. Max sits opposite him, both of them on either side of you, and they’re so close, so scrutinizing, so handsome. 

“Put your fingers in your mouth,” he says. You take a second, spreading your knees and obeying. You find a way, though, to make their little challenge all your own—you make a show of it, peeking your tongue out and licking your bottom lip all shiny before hollowing your cheeks. You stare at them the whole time and you don’t blink. It’s hotter than it has any right to be. “Suck on them.” You continue doing it, lips slightly curled.

“You’re a brat.” You try to conceal the whimper that leaves you but it fails pathetically. Charles presses on. “A spoiled brat.”

He’s the nicer of the two. Your whole threesome situation had began three years ago, and in almost every tryst since then, he’s been nice. In fact, if any of them were to ever ‘tell you off’ like you so desperately wanted, apparently, it would have definitely been Max. He’s firm, yeah, but he’s sweet. And he’d hate to boss you around too much, even if it’s something he wants. So he thinks, and he pretends he’s back to quali day of last week. It was a slow morning because of weather problems, so everyone was in a mood, and you were absolutely no exception. You come off as quiet to the public and to some of the grid, but to your friends, you’re anything but.

In an effort to lift the mood, you’d been mouthing off the entire day to your close circle of driver friends, in particular retelling the story of how you had teased Charles post-DNF in Saudi, and even gotten Lando to laugh about it at the time. What a season starter, you said when you were recounting it. You left out a detail: that night in Saudi, he’d fucked you and refused to let you cum, soaking your pillow with tears and goading a sobbed apology out of you.

Watching you joke about it again, even if it was a fucking joke and even if it was because you were mad at him and Max—got him all red hot, pissed off. Seething.

“Do you remember last race weekend when you joked about my DNF in Saudi?”

Cheeks hollowed, you nod.

“Fucking brat. That whole day. Ignoring me, ignoring Max. Didn’t listen to our apologies. Just noise all day.”

Your brows knit defiantly.

“I’m serious. You weren’t being funny. Just a brat. And if you were bored or pissed, you could’ve said so instead of making me look stupid.” You nod.

He glimpses at Max; the latter speaks next. “Open yourself up.”

You spread your legs out farther and sneak your spit-slick fingers down, pushing the flimsy material aside to rub at your cunt, two fingers sliding right back in. You breathe out shakily and wait for them to talk again. You’re still fussy, high-strung, not totally calm and mellowed down yet.

“When Charles and I aren’t here to fuck you into behaving, who’s going to make sure you’re acting proper?”

“Carlos,” you grit out in between thrusts.

They seethe. “Again,” Charles says, unamused.

“Nat,” you name your manager. “Lewis, or something. Fuck. Lando? I don’t—”

You asked to be told what to do, but you never said, they suppose, that it would be an easy job. “Guess again.”

“Toto.” You look delighted at that last one, knowing the implication. They’ve always been a bit jealous there. You thrive off disobedience, getting your two favorite boys all angry and flushed red with it. You open your mouth to try smartassing your way out of their orders, but Max beats you to it. “If you guess wrong, you’re not cumming. We’ll fuck you tonight, but no cumming.”

You whimper out loud, sinking your fingers farther in, adding a third.

“Don’t add another. Answer Max,” Charles says.

“Fuck,” you seethe, slipping the third out on your next thrust. “Me. I’m supposed to keep myself in check. When I’m mad. When I’m giddy and fuck—yeah. Me. It’s me.”

“Good girl,” he rasps out. “Good girl. You have to practice. How does it feel?”

I know, you mouth, eyes fluttering. You scissor the two fingers you’re thrusting in and out, wet with slick. “Feels good.”

“Not your fingers, love,” Max says. “How’s it feel hearing what we just told you?”

“Good, better,” you say in-between breaths. “I’ll practice. I like it. You’re not… letting me push you around. You’re—you can punish—fuck. Me.”

“Yeah? How, then?” 

“Fuck me,” you repeat breathlessly. “Both of you.”

“Add another,” Charles orders, and you nod, quick and pliant, fucking yourself open. They’re both so hard, cocks heavy and uncomfortable in their jeans. You can see the thick shapes of them through the denim, and you thrust harder, a futile attempt to replicate how it feels when they’re fucking you.

“You remember how it feels, having both of us in you?” Max sounds amused.

“Yes,” you moan. Your pathetic imitation of moans and gasps earlier pales in comparison to this, voice dry and thick with pleasure and raw desperation. “Yes, pl—fuck, yes.”

“Why aren’t you feeling it now?” They need to hear you verbalize the reason why, admit it one last time before they give you what you want. You whine, rutting your hips up against your hand, catching your clit on the heel of your palm. 

“Because I was being a brat, and I—you were being childish, but I didn’t want to talk things through either—and I’m always taking out my emotions on you guys, and I’m sorry, okay, would you just fuck me already?”

They’re on you immediately, all words and whispers, fingers at your chin turning you both ways to slot kisses on your mouth. Your free hand palms over Max’s bulge; he’s the one to your right. It’s hard and thick and heavy and you need it, need them. Charles’ hand takes over yours, thrusting deep and you’re whimpering into his sweet mouth.

“Feel my cock?” Max asks, “Could make you feel real nice, baby.”

“I know,” you sigh, breathless. “I want it.”

“When's the last time you took us both?” Charles asks, smile wicked. “Little thing like you.”

You grit out a moan, fuzzy and floating, letting them lift you up to straddle—one of them—you open your eyes and see Charles staring up at you, wonder and green eyes. “Got this, love?” You nod, yeah, I’ve got it, you say, little sighs. Both of you. Now.

This space you’re in, where it’s pleasure and fuzz and nothing else, is comparable to the high of winning. And you know you prefer that to sex, at least now, because racing is your life. It’s the slow satisfaction of being the best on the entire grid, despite everything. It’s the cheers, the raised fists when you climb atop your car and bring the crowd to a crescendo. The even louder screams when you pull your helmet and balaclava off and smile, trophy and all, champagne shiny and glowy on your face. All that shit—it’s addictive, and it feels just like this. So similar, in fact, because when you win, you finish on top of Charles and Max, and—

—Max is behind you, jeans tugged just enough for his cock to be pulled free, slick with lube and prodding at your ass—

—it feels just fucking like this.

“Like Max’s cock filling you up?” His cockhead is breaching your tight entrance and you moan out loud.

“I missed it,” you say, muffled by Charles’ free thumb at your lips, swirling it on your tongue. You flip him off for cutting you off and he laughs. “Give it t’me,” you goad, turning slightly. You want it so bad, missed being fed with their cocks. A week is too long. “I need more of it, all of it. In me, fill me up,” you beg, whimpering, desperate.

Max stares at your ass, grabs at the flesh there, at the string of your thong. You suck him in so hungrily, like you’re challenging him to not thrust in fully; you’re canting your hips backward too, and Max has to hike the too-big sweater up to watch the muscles of your back flex to meet his dick.

“So pretty, princess,” Charles says, because with them you really are a princess. Max begins to thrust into you from behind and you’re getting little moans fucked out of you, watching Charles unbuckle his jeans to tug his cock out, thick and pretty and you want—if you could, you would suck on it, let him fuck your throat, but you’re in the business of being filled to the point of blank thoughts right now.

You feel Charles at your cunt then, your slick making the slide easier, and Charles bucks his hips up and you—this is what you needed, to mellow you down, get you all loose and ready for more. “Take it, baby,” Max says, “all of it, all of us.”

“Ah,” you gasp out. “Ah.”

“Come on,” he grits, voice hardening. “You’re ruined. Pretty little girl. Come on.”

“Maxie,” you call out weakly, your fond little nickname for him. You remember Charles whining about how he doesn’t have one, so you save baby for him, had sussed that out on a night where they took turns fucking you. Your hips torn between the two dicks stuffing you, face sweaty and the sweater doesn’t help, gets you hotter; Charles gets the hint, and with effort, pulls it off you. Your skin is shiny underneath, matching bra sticking to your sweaty, sheened out skin.

“Love it,” you say, voice strained. “Split—fuck—me open.” Your holes clench around them and Jesus, they could have you all flushed and pretty and spread out like them, like this, forever. Charles grabs at the flesh of your ass, slaps you once and you’re tightening around them, breath impossibly still, thighs shaking. Max’s hands hold your hips tight, hungrily traveling up, groping at the wire of your bra to press at your tits. You’re pressed against both of them at a delicious angle that gets you dizzy.

“I’m gonna cum, I,” you breathe out, moaning, “I haven’t touched myself since…”

They both moan at that, delirious. Fuck. The thought of you holding it—for them—fuck. 

“You’re so perfect, so—fuck—slutty,” Charles says, and you can’t hide the moan fast enough. “Feels good, having us in you, yeah? Getting you all noisy and… fucking—shit. I know how much you needed this, love. I know how much you love it. Us.”

From behind, Max snakes a hand up your abdomen, the column of your throat, and wraps there. You see white from the sensation of it alone.

“Tell me—I can’t—please, I—Charles—Maxie—” You’re increasingly incoherent, slick running down your thighs, twitching vigorously. You try to comprehend everything but you’re losing coherence and they get it, they get it, wiping your tears and sweat and coercing you to cum, yeah, pretty little pussy so fucking wet for us, cum hard, come on, you’ve been so good, baby, the best girl for us.

There’s no way either of them are lasting after that, after watching you fall apart and finish on top of them, stuffed full, stuffed pliant, stuffed fucking docile.

It’s your turn, then, to praise, your favorite boys, always so good for me, thank you for letting me cum, come on, let me taste it—and you’re stained with their release after a few minutes, Max biting on your shoulder, Charles’ thumb indenting your hip.

—

What. A. Podium, ladies and gentlemen! Max Verstappen of Red Bull, from P6 in the last race to a stunning P3 drive—Charles Leclerc, braving the team’s dismal strategy to get P2! What a knockout. Of course the Mercedes legend, gunning for four championships now, had crossed the flag first to claim her fifth P1 of the season.

What a legendary race, absolutely proper podium. They showed us what driving is, real driving.

The season is heating up. 

Makes you wonder what happened over the weekend for them to get such good results.

This is F1. I’m sure they keep each other motivated.

masterlist

charles leclerc

social media

domestic bliss — snippets of charles and y/n's relationship

carlos sainz jr.

social media

keeping up with the sainz — snaps of their vacation and a potential addition to the sainz family

keeping up with the sainz ii

F1 VARIOUS

scandalous — people always think the grass is greener on the other side; unfortunately, max is gonna find out that it could not be further from the truth... and certain pilots are more than happy to take care of you and your daughter.

one, two, three, four, five, six

snippets: one, two, three, four, five

sweet like cinnamon — charles had done his best to keep you away from f1 and everything that had to do with motorsport. It's time you break his golden rule and give him something to really stress about.

one, two, three, four, five, six

snippets: one, two, three, four, five

DRABBLES

domestic leclercs

cold season ♡ sister biased // little leclerc with the gfs // may the best brother and their gfs win // holidaying without the leclerc sibs //adopting ollie

obsessed with her cheeks // what's the tea? with the leclerc sibs! // little leclerc getting married? // lorenzo being a comfort person // forever our baby (+1) // fia's sincere letter // charles being a walking safe space // fangirling with sebastian vettel // little leclerc being jealous // impromptu visists with the clingy bros + surprise boyfriends!! // cancelling a sibling night // sad and depressed bros

leclerc brothers and their reactions to their baby's first relationship

forgetting a sibling night • charles • arthur

paddock groupies.

♡ top dogs in the paddock // mr. redacted // brother in law(s) tolerance scale // least hated brother in law // inlaws fighting // from disliked to extremely // paddock competitions //

one where toto and christian agree

carlos sainz : carlos and little leclerc // family functions // polaroids and cut outs // sweet talking yn leclerc, fake it til you make it kinda! // reyes/charles/carlos drama // golf dates with carlos and lando

pierre gasly : pierre, the wild card // pierre and his perks // they're just friends ? [♡] pierre and little leclerc

max verstappen : max and little leclerc // choker? ♡ choker! // max in the dms [♡] max and little leclerc ♡ max's brownie points

mick schumacher : it's going to be okay // micky. how. //

lance stroll : the strolls

sebastian vettel : meltdowns and lipgloss with sebastian vettel

daniel ricciardo : dates with dani

AUS ♡ SLC WORLD

sweet dream was over ♡ MICK SCHUMACHER

FIRST LOVES AND HEARTBREAKS ♡ FT. DILF(s)

which dilf is it?!

little leclerc's charm + possibly an ex?

enchanted with jenson

seeing an ex in the paddock

how can i move on?

breakups!

iceman featuring

aftermath or when the heart still yearns

so smitten

there goes our plans

could have been us, i want it to be us ft jenson

another chance at love

OSCAR VERSION

playlists and priorities

maybe the aussie!! / yes to the aussie!!

oscar's favorite song

road head

NEW!!

JENSON/READER/SEB VERSION

unspeakable activities

despicable activities

dilf activities

praises and priority / SLC MAIN

dilf victories and army of simps / grid studs au

so what are we? jenson / grid studs au

ways to win / grid studs au

♡requests are opennn♡

masterlist

charles leclerc

social media

domestic bliss — snippets of charles and y/n's relationship

carlos sainz jr.

social media

keeping up with the sainz — snaps of their vacation and a potential addition to the sainz family

keeping up with the sainz ii

F1 VARIOUS

scandalous — people always think the grass is greener on the other side; unfortunately, max is gonna find out that it could not be further from the truth... and certain pilots are more than happy to take care of you and your daughter.

one, two, three, four, five, six

snippets: one, two, three, four, five

sweet like cinnamon — charles had done his best to keep you away from f1 and everything that had to do with motorsport. It's time you break his golden rule and give him something to really stress about.

one, two, three, four, five, six

snippets: one, two, three, four, five

DRABBLES

domestic leclercs

cold season ♡ sister biased // little leclerc with the gfs // may the best brother and their gfs win // holidaying without the leclerc sibs //adopting ollie

obsessed with her cheeks // what's the tea? with the leclerc sibs! // little leclerc getting married? // lorenzo being a comfort person // forever our baby (+1) // fia's sincere letter // charles being a walking safe space // fangirling with sebastian vettel // little leclerc being jealous // impromptu visists with the clingy bros + surprise boyfriends!! // cancelling a sibling night // sad and depressed bros

leclerc brothers and their reactions to their baby's first relationship

forgetting a sibling night • charles • arthur

paddock groupies.

♡ top dogs in the paddock // mr. redacted // brother in law(s) tolerance scale // least hated brother in law // inlaws fighting // from disliked to extremely // paddock competitions //

one where toto and christian agree

carlos sainz : carlos and little leclerc // family functions // polaroids and cut outs // sweet talking yn leclerc, fake it til you make it kinda! // reyes/charles/carlos drama // golf dates with carlos and lando

pierre gasly : pierre, the wild card // pierre and his perks // they're just friends ? [♡] pierre and little leclerc

max verstappen : max and little leclerc // choker? ♡ choker! // max in the dms [♡] max and little leclerc ♡ max's brownie points

mick schumacher : it's going to be okay // micky. how. //

lance stroll : the strolls

sebastian vettel : meltdowns and lipgloss with sebastian vettel

daniel ricciardo : dates with dani

AUS ♡ SLC WORLD

sweet dream was over ♡ MICK SCHUMACHER

FIRST LOVES AND HEARTBREAKS ♡ FT. DILF(s)

which dilf is it?!

little leclerc's charm + possibly an ex?

enchanted with jenson

seeing an ex in the paddock

how can i move on?

breakups!

iceman featuring

aftermath or when the heart still yearns

so smitten

there goes our plans

could have been us, i want it to be us ft jenson

another chance at love

OSCAR VERSION

playlists and priorities

maybe the aussie!! / yes to the aussie!!

oscar's favorite song

road head

NEW!!

JENSON/READER/SEB VERSION

unspeakable activities

despicable activities

dilf activities

praises and priority / SLC MAIN

dilf victories and army of simps / grid studs au

so what are we? jenson / grid studs au

ways to win / grid studs au

♡requests are opennn♡

when f1 drivers dirty text you (and you pretend your dad answers)

( texts masterlist \ main masterlist \ drop a request ) ★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri ★ : genre :: crack ★ : a/n :: promise I'm working on getting the requests done, exams just have me busyyyy!

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Edit: this was so hard to write because I kept losing myself to the scenario 😂... why am I like this? Also probably this won't get many views but who cares?

Warnings: the usual

So I am obsessed with sailing because here in Greece is kinda a big thing and especially to my family....

And of course this results in much ✨maladaptive daydreaming✨.

Basically in a sailing boat there can be a lot of tension. That is because you have to do something really fast and in the correct way, such as tie a knot or raising sails (? I don't know the correct terminology in English). Also what your captain says is law. In the sea first comes your captain and then your God, that is an actual saying poorly translated.

Either way, now imagine how attractive it is to having a young captain. And having to do everything he orders. Watching him drive the boat while being so relaxed and chill, radiating big dick energy and his whole body language screaming I know what I am doing and I know I am the best at it. Watching his fingers dance with the rope as he ties it or how his muscles flex while raising sails and trimming them according to the weather.

One of my favorite fake scenarios is the following.

Imagine you and one of your best friends set sail. The weather isn't ideal but you have traveled in worst conditions. You both have licenses as captains for a sailing boat. Yet something happens and he raises his voice at you at some point, like "get down from there now" or "are you crazy let it go" (yelling something in a boat is only in a matter of safety). Yet after that you are both at an icy mood for a while. Until the bomb explodes...

"Why did you think you can yell at me like this? I know what I am doing, God damn it."

"You know I didn't mean to."

"Yet you did. Why?"

"Because you could have hurt yourself."

"Oh please."

"You could. I- your safety comes first and you know that."

"I was being caref-"

"No you weren't. I don't want lose the person I love the most in the world because she is so stubborn. "

"I am not being stubborn."

At this point, he grabs your face and kisses you until you lose your breath. Both of your hands roaming each other's body as it coated with sea salt and radiates the heat of the sun.

He lays you on the flattest surface available on the boat and then proceeds to tie your hands up with the nearest rope, making a bowline knot. The one that only he can undone because it is one of the sturdiest knots. And then tying your hands on the mast. Letting your feet to dangle as he removes your clothes and starts worshipping your body, whispering in your skin "I wanted to do this for so long." (aahhh why can't this happen to me?)

And so the fun begins. He starts by nibbling your lips, kissing along your jaw moving downwards, towards your neck. Finding all the sweet spots and sucking them, biting them and licking them to sooth the pain.

His eyes will fly to your face as he kisses your collarbones and removes the top piece of your swimsuit. Letting the air hit you bare breasts, your nipples hardening as he places his tongue in one of them. His hot breath hitting the rest of your chest. He draws it into his mouth gently bitting down as one of his hands goes to your other breast, massaging it, playing with it and lightly slapping it, while marking them up.

After when he deems his work done there. He puts his hand on your lower stomach. Moving it underneath your swimsuit and entering you with one finger. Then he draws circles in your clit, as the one finger turns into two and then into three. His face would hover over your all the time, studying and learning all your reactions to his movements.

And just before you are about to come undone... " no no no, it won't be that easy, I want these ladders for legs to choke me as you cum"

Swiftly he moves towards where he is needed most. Removing your last piece of clothing and marking up your thighs. While placing them on his shoulders. His breath fanning your cunt before he delves his tongue inside. Lapping up every drop of your precum. Mouthing, sucking and pretty much making out with your lower lips. Eating you out with a great intensity like a starved man that finally found his favorite meal (maybe he did 😏).

And true to his word. He never stops. Even as you legs close and try to imprison him there. Most men at that would stop, in need for oxygen but not him. He just smiles and groans, letting the vibrations drive you crazy as your pussy pulses. When you cum, he is right there. Not stopping his movements until your body stops shaking.

Edit: I am officially in need of therapy

Warnings: the usual , fingering

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We all know that engineers are very good with their hands, especially their fingers.

I just know that having an engineer boyfriend feels like heaven. Imagine this it is late at night, you are both laying on the couch on your sides while spooning. His hands are playing with the hem of your shirt, dangling between his fingers and rubbing it, seeking comfort. Then they would slip underneath your waistband, moving back and forth just enough to trick you and not notice his hand slipping lower until its too late.

He would start by slowly teasing your folds. Then rubbing your clit, each movement been done to perfection due to his field of work, yet denying you the nice feeling of his fingers inside of you. Torturing you as your pussy clenches around nothing, and ignoring your whines .

When he finally gets bored he gives you what you need. One long finger entering you until its knuckles deep. Curling, finding and hitting all your sweet spots. Giving you enough friction to build up your orgasm but not enough to reach it, edging you beyond sanity. When he gives in the one finger turns into two, following the same pattern of movements, setting the same pace, as your hips jerk against his hand. Your body trying to find that bliss on its own and failing.

Everything feels already like it's too much and yet... and yet his thumb starts circling one again your clit. Starting to form shapes and pinching it every now and then. When you come you definitely see stars. Your vision turning into white as your body shuts down from the intensity of your orgasm. He guides you though through it, his movements never ceasing but gradually slowing down as you catch your breath and snuggling back into his chest.

✨️Biker boyfriend ✨️

Your boyfriend has a motorcycle. And come on there are so many perks at having a biker boyfriend.

Having his destroying your insides while wearing his helmet because uhhhh.

Seeing those leathers hug his muscled body 🥵🔥 being all attractive as his legs wrap around the motorcycle and speed off in huge roads.

His favourite position is undoubtedly you on top of him. How could he possibly not enjoy you bouncing on top of his cock, hair flailing about as your tits jiggled freely in front of his eyes. Letting you ride him as if he is your bike. Letting you take control for as much as you can handle, bouncing up and down, rolling your hips and grinding against him.

“That’s it darling, keep going.” you’d continue moving at a quicker pace upon hearing him speak, upon hearing his praise, not slowing down even when you felt your legs pain — head only throwing back in utter gratification as you felt your cunt grip onto his length.

He would only chuckle in reply, holding onto you tightly, before wrapping your hair around his hands and slamming himself up into you, as he sees you in your weakened state. You can not hold yourself up from all the pleasure, giving in, letting him take the reins. The unholy sounds of his balls hitting against your cunt mixed in with your breathy moans and his loud grunts bouncing of the walls and only intensifying the urge to cum faster. He would love watching your face when he hit that spot, your body coming to a halt as you shuddered, eyes rolling back and fingers digging into his pecs. You would fall on top of him, letting your weight rest on his body not sparing a single thought about the mess between your legs.

Or think about all the little daytrips he will take you. Forests and beaches all of them then being plagued in your mind by very good sex and multiple orgasms. Maybe even on his bike trying to balance the both of you as wrecks your whole being.

Masterlist No.2 (no.1 here)

Navigation

Edit: Updated version ✌️

¤ = smut

smau = social media au

Marauders Era:

James Potter:

Eating out, vol.2 ¤

Remus Lupin:

Touches ¤

And the were roomates ¤

Shy reader

Aftercare

Mean bf Remus ¤

Being mean to himself

Kinktober fav.1, fav.2 , fav.3 ¤

Animagus comfort

The One We Were Caught

Head Cannons

Star Wars:

Anakin Skyalker:

Headboard gripper ¤

Forbidden Love ¤

God I hate you ¤

He is that type of guy ¤

Pussy eater ¤

Baby fever , vol.2 ¤

Bloody Skywalker

Back to you

Feral

Formula 1+2:

Oscar Piastri:

Bubbles was...

Mich Shumacker:

Fake Dating (smau)

Charles Leclerc:

Meet cute

Max Verstappen:

Three Musketeers (smau series)

Ollie Bearman:

Dating Headcannons

Lando Norris:

Clingy

Rivals with Benefits - Mick Schumacher x reader - Part 3

Read Part Two here

Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Summary: Mick and you were both set to drive for Ferarri. You were two best friends climbing through the ranks together (and through the sheets) but things turn sour. You join Red Bull and Mick is never the same. 

Warnings: Angst, smut-ish? Swearing

Word Count: 4.2K

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The following day you expected Mick to be gone and the only thing left of the night before would be memories but to your surprise, Mick was right beside you. His arms were wrapped around your torso as he held you against his chest. As much as you hated him, the sight of the blonde wrapped up in your sheets made your heart warm. Seeing him like this made you think back to what you had with him but that was the past and you couldn’t go back to what you were. 

“You know staring is rude,” Schumacher whispered out, groaning as he stretched slightly. 

“So is pushing me off the track and ruining my race, serval times in fact.” 

“Always latching onto the past y/n.” He leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead, his thumb swiping across your cheek as he looked at you with pure love in his eyes. Your eyes searched his, wanting to know the truth between you both. How could he end everything with you but look at you like the pair of you were sharing your first night as a married couple together? 

“The past can be just as relevant as the present.” You hit back at his words, a smile on your lips at the encounter. 

“You always have a response, don’t you love?” 

“You should know me by now Schumacher.” You propped yourself up, getting a better look at his sleepy state. “How come you’re still here?”

“Did you want me to leave?”

“No, I’m just curious as to why you wouldn’t leave.”

“This isn’t a one night stand, is it?”

“Won’t happen again -”

“So you’re saying I’m never going to win another race this season?”

“That’s always a possibility with your shitbox of a car.”

“So shit I won last season.”

“You cheated, that had nothing to do with the car.” Mick narrowed his eyes at you, his lips curling into a smirk as he slowly shifted in bed, manoeuvring himself so he was now hovering above you and you were laying flat on your back. 

“You don’t know when to let things go, do you?” His lips dove down to your neck, ghosting along your skin. “Unless you’re with me, then you do…” He started to kiss down your neck, his hands moving to your hips as his body started to grind against yours. 

This wasn’t part of the deal. It was a fuck and then he’d leave. It was never supposed to lead to round two in the morning but it felt so good. When the two of you were at Haas it felt like a relationship, you two would hang out outside of work, you’d met his family and he’d kissed you in public before. That was the day the Formula 1 side of the internet broke. A photo of you both outside a club circled around but Mick just stated that he was whispering in your ear, the picture was so blurry he almost got away with it, almost. 

“You’re so pretty…” His lips continued his journey down your body, the only sound was your light moans until someone knocked on your door. The sudden noise made Mick jump from your body, his head snapped towards the door as another knock came. 

“y/n!” Verstappens voice made Mick’s eyes widen. He looked at you with a slight glimpse of fear in his eyes. It was unusual to see him like this, the only time you’d ever seen fear in his eyes was the day you’d crashed at Silverstone but that was in the past, it was the race you never wanted to relive in fact the only time you ever let your mind travelled back to that moment was with Max. “y/n are you even awake?” 

“Give me a second!” You screamed back at your teammate. Your eyes fell towards Mick. “Get in the bath, lay down and pull the shower curtain so he doesn’t see you.” Shoving Mick off you lept up and threw on some shorts before taking a quick glance at yourself in the mirror, hoping Mick hadn’t left a reminder of the night before on your skin. Your eyes darted to the Mick who’d quickly followed your instructions before you opened the door. 

“Christ, have you only just gotten up?” Max took in your appearance before walking into your hotel room. 

“I had a late night.” You technically didn’t lie. “How come you’re here?”

“Wanted to check up on you, after yesterday. Heard the media weren’t too kind either.” 

“You know they’ll always favour Ferarri, they hate us.” 

“They only hate us since we've started winning and I don’t think anyone intends that to change.” 

“Well, I hope not Verstappen.” You gave him a smile. You always valued the bond you had with Max, the man would also always be by your side even when things were bad for him. He looked out for you on and off the track, you could never forget how he pushed Charles off the track when he accidentally clipped your car on the first turn of the France Grand Prix. Charles wouldn’t stop apologising to you after the race, more than likely out of fear that Max would hunt him down. “What else did you want?”

“Am I not allowed to just check up on you?” 

“Normally you spend the day with your family after the race.”

“Oh I plan on it, I’m meeting my Mum and sister for dinner tonight.” 

“Send them my love.” 

“You can join, my mum would love to see you again. She hasn’t seen you in a while.” 

“I’m fine Max -” 

“Come on y/n.” His eyes silently pleaded with you. “You hardly ever see your own family and my mum see’s you as one of her own so…” He let his words hang in the air as he awaited your answer. 

“What time?” Max’s eyes lit up at your words. 

“I’ll pick you up at six, we’re going to a small restaurant along the beach, should be quiet so you won’t have to worry about the media hounding us both.”

“Thank you, Max.” 

“You never have to thank me y/l/n.” His eyes scanned the room, it was almost as if he was looking for something… or someone. “But how are you? Really? After Mick winning -”

“It’s one race, Max, he won’t win like that again.” 

“I know he won’t.” Max huffed as he spoke about Mick. “Christian is trying to appeal still but he can’t promise that Mick will get any come up.” 

“You don’t need to worry about him, Max. The plan is to win it this season and either you or I will.” 

“That’s the mindset you need.” He smirked, his head falling towards the bathroom. “You mind if I use the bathroom?”

“No, it’s fine.” You didn’t sound certain in your response but it didn’t matter, Max was already heading to the same place where your rival was currently hiding after the pair of you slept together. You knew Mick wouldn’t give up where he was, not only for you but because he knew Max wouldn’t let him live another day. Whether he ended his career on the track or off it, he knew he wouldn’t live to see the sunrise tomorrow. 

Your heart was in your throat as you heard Max finishing up, your hands silently shaking as you waited for your teammate to leave your bathroom and your room. Shoving Max out of your room was evidently new to him but he put it all down to the race yesterday. He knew you’d be upset hence why he invited you to dinner with his mum and sister. When things fell apart he had his family and you but when you needed someone you only had him and the team. He knew much like you did that your parents adored you and no bond was broken with them but they were never involved in Formula 1, that was your life, not theirs. 

He opened the bathroom door, his eyes lighting up as he saw you smile at him. “You spoken to your family?” 

“Not yet.” Max frowned at your response. “Maybe fly them out, maybe it’ll be helpful if they attend Silverstone?” 

“Absoueltly not.” You cut him off. 

“Then invite them to Monaco.”

“Too high end for them.” 

“Then find a race they’ll like and invite them.” 

“I’ll think about it.” 

“How about this,” A smirk grew on his lips. “Whatever race you’re close enough to win the championship with, you invite them to that one.” 

You lingered on it for a second but you knew he wouldn’t leave without a yes and you really needed to get Mick out of the bath. “Yes fine, it’s a deal.” 

“Atta girl.” He pulled you into a quick hug before walking towards the door. “Don’t forget, six! I’ll meet you outside the hotel.” 

“I’ll see you then Max.” 

“And don’t worry about Mick, we’ll get rid of him.” 

“I believe you Verstappen.” You two shared a grin as he closed your door, leaving you alone… so he thought. 

“You know,” You heard Mick’s voice growing louder as he clambered out of the bath. “If you always need to talk about family then you can always talk to me.” He now came into view, a cocky expression on his face, ironic considering he was terrified of Max no more than a few mere minutes ago. 

“And why would I talk to you?”

“Because you know you can trust me.” 

“Can I?”

“Did I ever tell the press what we were after that photo came out? Have I ever told anyone what we were? No.” He took a breath. “Just because we broke off what we had -”

“No Mick you broke off what we had.” You kept your voice steady as you spoke. “I never wanted what we had to end, Mick.” It hurt to say those words out loud. You’d always known in your heart you’d never wanted it to end but you’d only ever said those words to Mick out of anger rather than sadness. 

“Neither did I y/n, you think it was easy to break off what we had?” He retaliated, gathering his clothes as he did so. “Do you not think I lay there every single night and not regret what I did?”

“Then why did you call it off Mick?” You stepped towards him. “If you really hate missing what we had then why haven’t you talked to me about it?”

“Because it’s not that easy.” He stepped closer towards you, now fully stressed but without his shirt, you still had that draped over your body. “I have a reputation to uphold, you don’t know what it’s like to have a famous dad -” 

“At least your family care about your job.” You replied. 

“It’s not my fault that your family couldn’t care less about you!” His heart dropped at his own words at the realisation of what he’d just spoken. He’d never meant it but when he was annoyed he always had a habit of letting words he never meant slip out. “Wait y/n I didn’t mean that I just meant -”

“Get out Mick.” 

“No y/n please I’m sorry I meant they didn’t care about the sport, I never meant it to come off like that -”

“You know what Mick I don’t care how you wanted that to come across. You will never understand what it’s like to beg your family to come to your races but they are too proud to want to look like they’re leaching off their daughter. They watch all of my races, they worked hard to get me here Mick and you won’t know what it’s like because everything was handed to you because of your stupid last name!” 

You had a point, most of the drivers on the grid were only here because of their parent's money. Sure some were richer than others but some like you and Lewis had no last name or riches to hold onto. Despite a lot of their names or riches carrying them through the sports, a few of them did have the talent that was needed to survive in this sport, Max being a key example. 

His expression drastically changed and now he looked pissed as he replied. “Do you know how easy you have it? Never having to live up to any expectations because of your parents. You could be the shittest driver on the grid and you wouldn’t get nearly as much abuse as I would all because your dad isn’t one of the greatest drivers in the world!” Mick took a short breath before he spoke again. “And do you know what it’s like to be constantly hounded by the press about your dad’s state? I’d rather my dad chose not to come rather than know he’ll never be able to.”

“Get out Mick -”

“Why? Because you know I’m right?” He challenged. 

“No because if I say what I want the two of us will rip one another's heads off and someone in this building will hear and the last thing you’ll want is for Max to hear.” 

Mick wanted to continue this fight but he knew you were right. If Max or even someone like Pierre was to hear they’d smash the door open and beat Mick up there and then. His eyes met the floor as he took a step back and headed to the door. “Enjoy your dinner tonight.” His tone was flat as he entered the hallway. 

Before he could even take a step he felt someone’s gaze lingering on his, Turning his head to the side he met the confused eyes of Lando Norris who was evidently confused at why Mick was leaving your room without a shirt the day after the race. 

“I won’t tell anyone if you won’t.” Lando held up his hands in defence as Mick watched a girl stumbling out of his room behind him, carrying last night’s heels in her hand. 

“Deal,” Mick replied before turning on his heels and heading back to his own room. 

—

Your hair bounced softly as you walked down the halls of your hotel towards the car park where Max was leaning against the hood of his car waiting for you. His face lit up with a smile as he stretched his arms open to hug you. “You look beautiful.” He commented before opening the passenger door for you. 

“Thank you Verstappen, you don’t look bad yourself.” You smirked as he closed the door and jogged around to open his door. 

“Well believe it or not I don’t always live in my racing suit.” He mirrored your smirk before slowly driving out of the car park. “My sister and Mum are already there, Victoria can’t wait to see you again.” His smirk turned to a smile. “How are you after yesterday.. I know I’ve already asked but I just want to check in you know?” He quickly changed the subject. 

“I’m fine, Mick is a prick and soon enough he’ll get his karma, he always does.” You thought back to a few races last season when he attempted to force you off the track and it backfired on him massively, then again he did walk away the winner in the end… by cheating. “It won’t happen again.” Your eyes met his for a quick glance. “Do you think his Dad will ever get to watch him race?” 

“Why do you ask that?”

“Just curious what you think.” You turned your attention to him. “Is it a crime to ask my teammate for his opinion?”

“I’d like to hope you saw me as a friend and a teammate -”

“You know I do.” 

“I’d be pissed if you didn’t but in regards to Mick, I don’t know. Micheal’s accident wasn’t exactly a clean one. Has Mick said something to you about his Dad?” 

“No.” You lied. “I was just thinking if maybe I should be mre grateful for my family -”

“You are grateful for them and they know that, he has said something, hasn’t he?” 

“No Max he hasn’t, I just thought maybe I should invite and press them to come a bit more. Mick’s Dad can’t come to races but my Dad can. He might not like to but he always has the option.” 

“I think it’ll do you good to see them at a race track because at times it honestly looks like Christian is planning on adopting you.” He broke out a small smile at his own works, one which you mirrored as you replied. 

“I could say the same to you.” 

“Well maybe the both of us could do with a supportive father-like figure at the races.” His smile dropped slightly at the thought of his Dad but he never let him get to him well… he never liked to show how Jos could get to him. 

The pair of you made small talk for the rest of the journey before pulling into the restaurant car park. Much like when you’d met him, he quickly ran round the car to open your door. He might’ve lived with his Dad for most of his life but his Mum had clearly raised him to be a gentleman. Thanking him for his actions the two of you headed inside. 

“You look gorgeous!” Victoria caught sight of you and Max. She rose in her seat and pulled you in for a hug before she stepped back to admire your outfit. 

“Thank you, Vic, it’s so nice to see you again.” You greeted his mother too, just as if she was your own. The Verstappen’s became your second family through your Formula 1 career. With your parents not attending as many races as other families they stepped in and made you feel like your family was always in the garages cheering you along at every turn.

“You two are dominating the track as usual.” Max’s mum smiled at the two of you. “Think maybe you’ll get your first Championship this year y/n?”

“She better,” Max spoke before you could answer. 

“Well that is the plan, I’m at the top for now but that can slip away fast.” 

“But you won’t let it, Horner won’t let that happen.” 

You turned to meet Max’s gaze. “Maybe if you go easy on me I might be able to win it.” 

“Well, that won’t happen.” He smiled at you. Just as you were about to speak another female vice caught everyone’s attention. 

“y/n? Is that you?” The voice belonged to none other than Gina Schumacher. Stood beside her was her mum and Mick who was giving you the widest smirk on the planet. “I haven’t seen you in ages!” Gina was at most races but that never meant you acknowledged her or any of Mick’s family for that matter. The blonde weaved her way towards you before she pulled you in for a hug, one which you weren’t anticipating for. 

They’d clearly known you and Mick were no longer as close as you both used to be. The press continued to report on it, fans wouldn’t stop talking about it and you would hardly utter a word to the Schumachers anymore. But did they know the truth behind what happened between you and Mick? By Gina and her mother’s reactions, it seemed they did not. 

Max’s family had always been close to Mick’s. He and Mick would often be seen talking and spending time with one another outside the track but ever since he met you that changed. Max learned the truth about what happened between you Mick and witnessed his cheating moves on the track and that bond he once had soon died. Sure he’d still see Mick outside of work when he and Mick’s Mum would meet up but he always kept it civil which came naturally but right now Max had to force himself to be civil towards his old friend.  

“What a coincidence that you’re here too!” Gina smiled.

“It’s nice to see you Gina and you too Corinna.” A sheepish smile spread across your lips, you didn’t dare meet the eyes of Mick. 

Corinna smiled at you before she spoke. “Have the four of you just gotten here?” 

“Yes,” Victoria spoke before anyone else could. “Have you?” 

“We have.” Mick finally spoke. “Why don’t we all just join one another? Would be a shame to waste this opportunity now we’re all together?” He grabbed a waiter's attention and asked if you could all be moved to a larger table.  Max wanted to protest against the whole idea and so did you but you both knew his Mum would skin you both alive for causing a scene. You prayed they wouldn’t have one free but God clearly didn’t wish for your prayers to be answered today.

The four of you left your table and followed the Schumachers to a table situated in the corner of the restaurant, at least you’d be out of the way if the press somehow walked in. You attempted to sit down but Mick reached your seat before you did. His eyes never left yours as he pulled the chair out, gesturing you to sit down, such a sweet action compared to those of last night. 

“Thank you.” You muttered to him as you slowly sat down. Mick took a seat beside you, his hand brushing your leg as he pulled himself closer to the table. Max kept a close eye from across the table at Mick. His gaze narrowed every single time Mick’s eyes even dared to look at you but that didn’t last long as his Mum caught on rather quickly which allowed Mick to get away with a lot. 

At first, the dinner was going fine, everyone was just catching up with one another. Both Gina and Corinna continued to speak to you as if nothing had ever happened between you and Mick which put you at ease, the last thing you needed was to be hounded with questions as to why the two of you were no longer close. 

When your drinks were set out before you Mick let one hand fall under the tablecloth his left hand made its way to your leg. Without breaking the conversation he was currently in he allowed his hand to push up your dress so he could lay in hand on your bare skin. His thumb rubbed your skin as if it was a living act between two people but you knew he was only doing it to make you snap. 

“Stop.” You whispered under your breath as you took a sip of your drink. 

“Stop what?” He muttered back, his tone an amusing one. 

“Touching my leg!” 

“You weren’t complaining last night when my hand did this.” He let his hand glide further up your leg until it reached your upper thigh. Squeezing your legs shut you shifted in your seat slightly which caught Max’s attention. 

“You okay?” He mouthed across the table so he didn’t grab anyone else’s gaze. You nodded before you tried focusing back on the conversation around the table but Mick made it harder than it should’ve been. 

“You look stunning in that dress.” He whispered, his thumb moving back and forth on your inner thigh. “But not as good as you looked in my shirt this morning,” He took a sip of his drink. “You can keep it by the way -”

“You’ll have it back before you fly tomorrow.” You muttered. 

“I don’t want it, it looks better on you.” 

“Well, I don’t want it either.” You snapped at him and attempted to pull your legs away from him but this time Mick was prepared. With just his left hand he pried your legs further apart so his hand could now reach your underwear. He lightly pressed on your clothed clit with his fingers, a cocky smile on his lips as he watched you attempt to hide your reaction to the sudden action. 

“Not sure if I can wait till I win again to hear your beautiful moans and feel your body under mine-”

“Well, that’s a shame.” You tried to shrug him off but he wasn’t going away that easily. 

“I know you want more.”

He technically wasn’t wrong. Part of you hated that Max had interrupted the two of you this morning. Last night did feel good and you wanted it to happen again, much to your own dismay. You knew you shouldn’t. You’d finally gotten over what had happened between you and Mick, you still hated what had happened but the feelings you once thought you’d had for the blonde had washed away and the thought of sleeping with him time and time again just made you worry those feelings would creep back into your heart. 

He was going to be the death of you. 

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guys help me find this fic

it’s kinda of a charles x pierre x reader

like some of the drivers are having dinner and charles and gf!reader are secretly texting and she sends charles a nude and pierre was spying on the chat and sees it and charles just asks what should he say and pierre helps and that’s what i remember

Oscar and the famous "asking for p***y" look

How can anyone write dom!oscar smut when these pictures exist 😭😭

Night Reveries || F1 Dilfs

cw: vulgarity, pure obscenity, consensual somnophilia, soft approach, fetish for compliments, body worship — reader receiving —, use of pet names, dirty language, fingering, eating p-, p in v.

requested ( x ) yes ( ) no

by: anon

a/n: Unfortunately the epilogue of Moon Spell isn't coming out the way I want and I'm very, very angry about it nothing is going the way I want and I can't finish Moon Spell just any way, so I'm going to move up the requests I have, After all, an empty mind is the devil's workshop and I'm not going to let the devil work in my head.. I hope it met your expectations, it's been a while since I've taken orders.

p.s.: suggestions on how to finish Moon Spell?? Plsss

starring: Toto Wolff, Sebastian Vettel, Fernando Alonso, Jenson Button, Mark Webber, Kimi Raikkonen.

TOTO WOLFF:

The day was dawning when he resolved all the pending work issues, he was so focused on getting everything organized that he didn't even notice the tiredness in his body, but when he finally finished, could feel how tense and sore his shoulders were. He closed his laptop and left his eyes on the desk. Toto wouldn't be available to anyone for the next few days, except his wife, who was sleeping peacefully at the end of the hallway.

Lazily, he dragged himself to the guest room's bathroom, where you and Toto usually left a few pieces of clothing for situations like this, where they ended up working late and didn't want to disturb each other's sleep. Toto put on some light pants and went to the suite he shared with you, and there he found you, sprawled on his side of the bed, wrapped in his pillows. He felt his heart warm at the sight and decided to lie down on your side of the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist, you gave a satisfied sigh and snuggled into him, making Toto feel all your soft curves, he breathed into your neck, feeling your perfume and He ended up grunting when you pressed your ass against his hip, without interrupting your sleep.

He buried his face in her neck, feeling filthy from the thoughts he was having, he couldn't stain the innocence of her rest with his perverse desires, but it didn't make it any easier to have her ass against his dick. God, it made it seem like you hadn't had sex in weeks, when he had made you cum just the morning before.

You moved completely in his arms, and turned to lie facing Toto, wrapping your leg around his waist, fitting yourself as best you could into the larger man's body, making Toto growl softly. Just when he thought it was going to get better, you made it worse, because now Toto's cock was right under you, hardening even more in your heat.

“mein gott” He groaned, pressing you tighter against him. How selfish would he be to wake you up just to fuck you?

It was better to try to sleep, to ignore the stinging heat building in her stomach and the moisture that escaped from your panties and stained his pants. What the hell had he done to be tortured like that?

But his ramblings were thrown into space when he felt you mount him, moving your pelvis against Toto, he took advantage of the consent you had given him and He pulled the lace of your panties aside, he couldn't see, but he would give you all his money if you weren't glistening with wetness.

“It’s almost a sin to waste such a feast, schatz,” he said, licking his lips. Toto got rid of his cotton pants and rubbed his cock against your pussy, drawing cute moans from you, he held you by the waist, high enough to reach your breasts so you could ride him. “You’re dripping in me, fuck,” and with that, he entered you slowly, stretching you around him, his grip making him bite his lip until it bled. In slow, gentle thrusts, he managed to hit her cervix over and over again.

“Toto? What are you-” you fell silent as you felt the thrust harder, hitting sensitive spots on you. “Toto...” you moaned, grinding yourself into him.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, love, I’ll take care of you,” he assured, letting you enjoy what he wanted to give you. You moaned again, digging your nails into him.

It wasn't selfish if you wanted it too, right?

SEBASTIAN VETTEL:

Six weeks, three days, nine hours, twelve minutes and thirty-one seconds.

This was the time that you and Sebastian had not seen each other, the racing season was in full swing, Seb was still at the top with an impeccable performance, and your job didn't allow you to accompany him on his trips. All this distance was driving you both crazy, he couldn't wait to be home again, enjoying the two weeks of summer vacation allowed. He couldn't even think about anything other than you, nothing else was occupying the pilot's mind as he parked in the garage of the house you shared.

But since nothing was perfect, he had only managed to return in the middle of the night, it was around four in the morning and he would find you sleeping soundly. With that in mind, he went straight to the bathroom, since sleeping with you was all he had left. Sebastian took a quick shower and returned to the room wearing only a towel, to see you in nothing but his shirt, his heart clenched with the longing he felt for everything about you: your loud, spontaneous laugh, the way you frowned when you read, your unique habits. He missed the way you hugged him or ran your nails down his back. Of everything.

He put on a pair of sweatpants and lay down with you, at the same time you literally trapped him between your legs, thinking he was his pillow. Sebastian's hips fitted into yours, exactly where he needed them.

You sighed sleepily and moved your pelvis, rubbing yourself against him. He muffled his heavy breathing, wrapping his arm around your waist as you buried your face in his neck, as if the scent of his soap — that you wore every day he was away — would be different on his skin. He pressed you tighter against him, feeling you grind your pussy against his half-pumped cock.

“scheiße, puppe” (fuck, doll) he swore in German, biting her lip hard. “you’re not making this easy for me, love,” he murmured, holding you.

He took a deep breath, trying not to let it affect him any more than it already did, but feeling the familiar heat of your pussy against his cock was melting his neurons.

That was something common between you, you and Sebastian had already woken each other up several times with sex, and he considered waking you up this way.

But shit, it was too early for him to wake you up and there he was, hard as a rock and you were rubbing yourself against him without knowing it.

He tried to distract himself, not to think about you grinding against him, the wet spot spreading across his pants as you moved against him, your heat radiating off him, as if the sweatshirt was nothing between the two of you. Sebastian drew circles on her thigh, not even close to feeling as sleepy as he should, and slowly he slid his fingers across her skin until he reached the elastic of her panties and without much difficulty, Sebastian tore the seam of her panties, giving him easier access to her folds.

And by God, you were dripping.

He slid his fingers between your labia, groaning at how slippery you felt, accepting his touch so well.

“oh my god, baby, you’re killing me,” he said, playing with your clit, feeling you thrust your hips into him. “okay, okay, I got you, puppe.”

He gave up on maintaining his composure — if ripping your panties and fingering you wasn't already inelegant — and pulled down the waistband of the sweatpants he was wearing, he used it as a relief when freed from the restraint of the clothing, he let you rub yourself against him, letting your soaking wet pussy lick his cock. You breathed heavily, moaning sweetly as she ground your clit against the glans of his penis. Sebastian helped you mount his cock, sniffing in your ear as you slid down his shaft until your hips were joined.

“like this, love” he slid until only the head of his cock was inside you, smiling evilly as you wiggled, still fast asleep. He thrust slowly, feeling you slowly open around him. “your sweet pussy already has the shape of my cock, doesn’t it puppe?” he asked rhetorically, increasing his thrusts as her moans became more frequent. You whimpered, digging your nails into his back, rubbing yourself against him, feeling the friction of his hips against your clit making you even more horny. You tightened around him and Sebastian literally growled in your ear.

“Seb” now you were wide awake, wanting him to go faster, harder. “Seb, mhmm, please”

“whatever you want, puppe, anything” Sebastian growled, this time the sound of the clash between you echoed through the room. “i missed you so much, baby.”

“me too, me too,” you stuttered, wiggling your hips.

You two didn't stop, not even when the sun came up in the sky, after all, you had weeks of longing to appease.

FERNANDO ALONSO:

He sat up in bed, in disbelief at what had just happened. At forty-something, Fernando had come in his sleep, just like a teenager going through puberty. If he wasn't so pissed off, he would have certainly laughed at how absurd the situation was, he looked at the state of his underwear, completely wet with cum; he could blame himself, mainly because his last thoughts before going to sleep involved you, in situations that couldn't be talked about at family lunch. So it was your fault.

You were the one who made him have a wet dream and made him cum while he was still asleep. He got up, furious with rage, and went to take a cold shower, to try to get rid of the heat that had taken hold of him, and even under the cold jet of water, nothing could lower his extremely hard cock. Quite the opposite, it only left him cold and angrier. “i don't have fifteen fucking years left to masturbate in the shower, shit” he complained to himself, feeling his cock throb and resting his head on the cold bathroom tile. Fresh memories of the dream came back to him, your soft mouth welcoming him so well as he fucked your throat until he heard you choke.

“Fuck” he complained, getting out of the shower, the cold water didn’t help at all, the only thing that would calm him down was you, sitting on him until you both came. He barely dried himself and went to the bedroom, finding you asleep between the blankets, you hated pajamas and any nightwear, so you slept almost naked, if it weren't for your panties. Fernando grunted as he climbed onto the bed, not caring about wetting the bed, he wanted to eat you, so that's what he would do, after all he had your consent since you started dating.

Somnophilia was your favorite fetish, much to his surprise.

He kissed your body sloppily, leaving small marks on your belly, thighs and breasts, but none of this interrupted your sleep, you remained asleep as if nothing was happening. Fernando bit and sucked your nipples until you spoke, nothing he could understand, then he continued, moving his hands down your waist until he got rid of your panties, the Spaniard opened his legs a little to look at your sex, slightly wet and that could get soaked in a few minutes with his mere touch. He dragged you to the edge of the bed and literally buried his face between your thighs, growling at the scent of you. No other woman had such an effect on him as you did, you could make Fernando excited just with your doe-like gaze, your scent then, drove him crazy.

He wasn't gentle, so what if you woke up? Then he would have an opportunity to fuck you hard, just like he did in the dream. Fernando grabbed her legs tightly, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs and in the roughest way possible, he ate your pussy. Licks, sucks and even light bites were given, making you writhe in your sleep, he could hear your confused moans, but that didn't stop him, the pilot kept eating you until you were grinding on his face, wanting more kisses, more bites. You didn't care much about the pain, quite the opposite, you loved it when he was rougher.

“Nando?” you woke up confused, finding your boyfriend between your legs, his mouth still glued to your pussy. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you fell back onto the bed. “w-what hap-happened?”

“nothing,” he grunted without pulling away, you wiggled in his mouth, sighing in pleasure as you felt his tongue on you, where you needed it most. “I'm enjoying my privileges of being able to fuck my little whore whenever I want”

You trembled, about to cum, but he pulled away and pulled you to your knees in front of him, your face level with his hard cock. You looked at his hard penis and then at Fernando, he traced the outline of your lips with his thumb and stuck his finger in your mouth “suck”

And you obeyed, wrapping his thumb with his tongue, as if it were his cock in his mouth. Fernando got even harder, if that was possible.

“good girl” he praised before slamming his cock into her lips, “open your mouth for me, tesoro”

JENSON BUTTON:

Once again, you obeyed, and damn, who said dreams don't come true?

As he had done for years, Jenson woke up in the early hours of the morning to get some exercise, he liked to spend his time on the treadmill or hitting the sandbag in the small gym you kept at home. He lost count of how many times he called you to train with him, but you were not a morning person and you would never trade a few extra hours of sleep for morning workouts.

It was close to nine in the morning when he returned to the suite you shared, his plans were simple: set out some clothes, take a shower and let you sleep as much as you wanted, but when he entered the room, nothing went according to his plans.

Because, you see, Jenson had just had an intense workout and He was bursting with endorphins and serotonin, but none of that compared to the way his body reacted to seeing you sleeping. Clinging to his pillow, with the sheets piled up on her hips, wearing nothing but socks. Nothing special, right? Not for Jenson, fuck it, he didn't need much to get hard and ready for you, just like a boy in puberty.

He tried to push away the dirty thoughts that permeated his mind, not that the two of you were against somnophilia, but you had never actually tried it. He remembered an old conversation between you about achievable fetishes.

“being woken up with sex” he said simply and your eyes widened as you bit the straw of your gin and tonic, that made you think. You never stopped to think about that and the prospect of waking up to Jenson fucking you made you squirm in your seat. “what does that look like to you?”

“interesting, we can try it someday... but we need to establish signals so we can understand when this will be well received by the other person”

“fair, what do you suggest?”

Having a good night's sleep was the main point, and the absence of clothes, since you were both fans of pajamas. He took two long steps towards the bed and confirmed his theory by lifting the sheet, except for your socks (because you hated sleeping with cold feet), you were completely naked. He cursed in a grunt and Jenson felt his erection throb.

“fuck, peach” he cursed and kicked his sneakers away, and his workout clothes followed suit, he also threw the sheets away and gazed at his sleeping figure, your breasts crushed against his pillow, your pussy exposed by the position you were in. “and one more time i’m going to take your first time, peach” he murmured, wetting his fingers in his mouth before sliding them into your folds. you grunted but didn’t wake up. “relax baby, I’ll take care of you,” he murmured, and carefully, He made you lie on your back and spread your legs.

He rubbed your folds again, cursing as he felt your juices wet his fingers, making it easier for him to move against your clit. You were so responsive, responding so well to him. Jenson saw your chest fill with more oxygen, you gave a loud and long sigh at his touch on you, but none of that shook your sleep, on the contrary, you seemed to be far from waking up; he caressed your thighs before leaving small kisses down your breasts, abdomen and groin, no matter how many times Jenson saw you naked, you were still the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. And he never seemed to get tired of watching, ever.

He lay down on the bed, feeling the sheets rub against his erection, eliciting a hoarse moan from him, all he wanted was to get inside you right away, but fuck, he'd be damned if he didn't taste you. He rubbed his hips against the bed and before everything became torment, he kissed your pussy and placed your legs over his shoulders. Jenson hummed at the taste of you on his tongue, and it seemed to fuel his hunger for you, he spread you open with his fingers and licked your clit until you whimpered in your sleep. Like an addicted man, he suckled your clit until the bud was swollen and shiny with saliva and stimulation, Jenson made sure to rub his mouth all over you, just like you did when you rode his face, using him to bring yourself to orgasm; his fingers played with your needy entrance, feeling you throb around his digits, eager for anything he could give you.

“holy shit, peach,” he cursed, licking you with increasing need, Jenson felt you wet his chin to the point of dripping onto the mattress. You were about to wake up, because your grumbling increased and all your attempts to close your legs were useless, Jenson was holding them as if his life depended on it. “you’re so fucking wet, can you feel how easily my fingers enter you? Imagine what it will be like when it’s my dick instead of my fingers.”

He spread his fingers inside you, making you arch your back and thrust your hips against him, your eyes flew open and you whimpered. Not that he would complain about being strangled by your thighs.

“Jense, fuck I-I was-” your voice trailed off as he licked his fingers from your still-filled hole to your aching clit. “Oh my God, shit!” you swore, grabbing his hair and pushing him further against your pussy.

“was what, peach?” he whispered, kissing your folds as if they were his mouth, making you roll your eyes and grind against his mouth. “Huh?”

“i-it doesn’t matter” you breathed between moans “please Jense, please let me ride you” you begged him, shaking “I-I want to cum in you”

Jenson gave you one last lick before pulling his fingers out of you and giving your pussy a light slap, making you scream. He still took his time, fingering your folds, letting your pleasure completely cover his fingers. He pushed his fingers against your lips and you sucked every drop of your juices, moaning at the taste of you, making him groan at the sight.

“come ride me, peach” he pulled your thighs until you were on his lap, the pink head of his cock pressed against your clit, which made you both moan. You were close to cumming, He then, no need to say anything. “ride me until you cum, princess” he pushed his thick member against her throbbing hole. You moaned and he grunted, thrusting in until you felt the swollen head of his cock hitting your g-spot.

MARK WEBBER:

You wouldn't mind waking up early if that's how Jenson was going to wake you up.

He woke up with sudden movements in bed and it and it wouldn't be a surprise if you were in the middle of a nightmare, with your thesis approaching the final stage, you rarely had a peaceful night's sleep. But not that night, Mark caught a glimpse of the time on the clock radio, six thirty in the morning; he rubbed his eyes and prepared to wake you before you woke up in tears, however, a plaintive moan made him freeze in place, just looking at you sleeping.

“Mark... Please” you begged, still asleep. He watched your fingers twist the comforter and your legs close tightly. “Please!”

Your pleading voice made his hackles stand on end, he blinked in astonishment a few times until he came to the conclusion that you were having a wet dream. About him. This certainty made his blood run thicker through his veins, warming his entire body; you and Mark had an unspoken agreement, if one of you woke up with the other having this kind of dream, could and should move forward. Have you ever had the chance to wake Mark up with a blowjob or literally sitting on him sometimes, but the Australian has never had the chance to have you in his sleep.

If hearing you moan his name in your sleep hadn't already turned him on, the knowledge that he could fuck you while you were asleep did.

Fuck, if he wasn't feeling like a teenager there.

He carefully pulled back the duvet so as not to wake you and settled between your legs. The wet spot on your pajama shorts made him smile; Mark lay in the space between your thighs and pulled the delicate fabric away from its glossy folds.

“what do you need, doll?” he asked, sliding his fingers slowly into her pussy. A fun fact about people who talk in their sleep: will answer anything they are asked.

He saw your face scrunch up and he circled your swollen clit with his thumb, chuckling softly as he saw you jump.

“i-i want you,” he replied softly, still sleeping soundly.

“really?” he continued to tease the sensitive little spot, you trembled even more

“yes yes please” she begged him

“okay baby, anything you want” he ripped her shorts and covered her pussy with his mouth. He himself couldn’t contain the moan of satisfaction as he felt his taste flood his mouth. You were incredibly wet and his fingers slid easily inside you. You cried out at the suction on your clit and melted completely when he let his teeth roll lightly over the swollen bud. Mark watched as tears wet your closed eyes and you squirmed more, letting go of the comforter to grab his hair.

“Mark!” you exclaimed, your back coming off the mattress and your eyes flying open, but they didn’t stay open for long. “f-fuck, so good!”

He hummed, letting go of your thigh to grab your breast over your shirt, you placed your hand over his, tightening the grip. You were close, your cloudy mind couldn't identify anything other than his mouth eating you with such desire and your orgasm growing in your stomach.

Whimpering whimpers escaped her throat as he pulled away, his chin soaked with her juices and his dark eyes shining.

“come sit on my face, doll” he lies down on the bed and you crawl on top of him. He hugged your hips and made you sit on his mouth, hitting exactly where you needed it, you held on to the headboard so you wouldn't fall on him, your legs went weak with each stroke of his soft tongue on your clit. You wouldn't last much longer.

He made you move, riding his tongue like it was his cock.

“Mark- baby, I-I’m g-gonna-” you stuttered, biting the inside of your cheek.

"come on doll, cum for me, go" he asked without taking his mouth off you and you gave in, your body shaking violently as you came in his mouth. It took all of Mark's self-control not to cum in his pants like a teenager. He felt rock hard and his balls ached with the urge to cum, but this moment was about you.

Always about you.

He carefully placed you on the bed and saw you smile, tired, the thin layer of sweat made you shine and he brushed away the strands of hair that stuck to your forehead.

“was it good?” he asked, watching the white t-shirt stick to her breasts, outlining the hard nipples.

“fucking very good, love” you replied breathlessly, but your tiredness seemed to evaporate when you saw the bulging mark of his cock against his pajama pants. “but it might be better” and you pushed him on the bed, sitting down exactly where he wanted you.

KIMI RAIKKONEN:

That was one way to wake up.

“i want you to fuck me while I sleep,” you had blurted out as he read the newspaper over breakfast. Few things could surprise Kimi Raikkonen, and you were certainly one of them.

He choked on the tea he was drinking and put down the newspaper, you were too focused on your own magazine to notice his incredulous look. How did you say things like that so naturally?

“what the fuck, Y/N?!” he said a little exasperated.

“why the surprise? I didn’t say anything out of the ordinary, Raikkonen,” you said, still focused on your magazine. He dropped the paper for good and ruffled his blond hair, becoming even more exasperated. “i really want you to fuck me while I sleep, I’ve always wanted to, but I’ve never trusted anyone enough,” you confessed, finally looking at him, “but I trust you and I want you to do this, as rudely as you can.”

Ever since then, your request has been plaguing his mind (both of them, to be honest), he couldn't distract himself from your words and whenever he actually stopped to think about it, he ended up excited. You really were a surprising little thing.

At night, you put on your cute pajamas, kissed him and didn't let him forget your request, giving him your best puppy dog look “please, Kimi, I want it so bad” and your lip trembled, making the request even more believable. “you have my consent to be as hard as you want, I will love it”

And with that, you rolled over and fell asleep almost instantly, leaving him awake with a hundred questions and an aching erection between his legs. Kimi watched the first few hours of your sleep, her mind still spinning around your request, if you wanted it, there was nothing wrong, right? You had assured him that you wanted it. But Kimi was still reluctant.

He never considered the idea of having sex with you while you were sleeping, nor did he expect you to want it. Who would have thought that behind her cute baby face was hiding a little whore who likes hard sex? He rested his head on the headboard, the clock indicated that it was past two in the morning.

He looked at you, your fluffy silk pajamas that hid nothing from his imagination, your soft curves, your sleeping face. You were driving him crazy.

“fuck” he cursed and kicked the covers away, watching you try to snuggle against him. Kimi saw your nipples harden from the cold, marking the delicate silk of the babydoll.

i want you to fuck me while I sleep

i want you to fuck me while I sleep

i want you to fuck me while I sleep

Your request reverberated in his mind as he watched you until the moment all fear left him and Kimi ripped your pajamas, dividing the silk into two pieces. Kimi made you turn over in bed, with your chest against the bed and your ass in the air, high enough for him to be able to fuck you in your favorite position.

He should have picked up on the signs that you weren't so innocent, that you didn't want to be treated like a princess. His beautiful little girl wanted to be treated like a prostitute, how could he refuse? Kimi grabbed your hips and brought your wet pussy against his mouth, humming with your taste, you let out a cute little moan, without waking up, Kimi loved your taste, loved knowing that no one else left you dripping like he did and all he had to do was give you a few kitten licks and you would lick his chin. He took his time, eating you out until your lube dripped. He ran his fingers through you, taking what he could and slid your juices onto the tip of his member, and without any shame, he thrust into you until there was no space between you both, his moan mixed with yours as you slowly woke up, with each raw beat of his hips against yours, your naughty smile grew. Kimi took your hands and pinned them behind your back, holding you while his cock hit all the right places inside you, you would wake up sore, used and happy. With his other hand, he landed a hard slap on your ass that would leave marks the next day and grabbed your hair, leaving you on your knees on the bed.

“is this what you wanted, pretty girl? to be used like a dirty little whore? just for my pleasure?”

Yeah, yeah, yeah Kimi!” She exclaimed, writhing for him to go deeper, but Kimi held her back.

“No, no, quiet”

“But Kimi-” she cooed, wanting more. And in response he landed a slap on her clit, which made her moan louder and roll her eyes.

“I told you to be quiet, or you won’t cum today.”

a/n¹: oh jeezz, this was 🔥

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One, Two, Three || LH44 & FA14

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you have against healthy eating?”

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

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

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

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

However, not everyone knew this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her eyes widened, not believing they were watching her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who, Y/N?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhmmm” was just what Y/N ‘said’.

“She needs a bath, Nando, and rest”

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

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

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

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

“B-But-” she stammered in confusion.

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

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

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

“I can’t sleep anymore”

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

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

“This? This what, little mouse?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So rude!”

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

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

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

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

“Do you have her? The rat?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Can you write a sweet love making session for Carlos?

Sweet Girl : Carlos Sainz Blurb

Warnings- Handholding, missionary, mating press , Dom/sub dynamic, reader calls Carlos daddy,  Agegap (both are of age), Size difference,DomCarlos x Black!Reader , lemme know if I missed anything 

You were currently lying on your back, legs pushed up by your ears as Carlos continued to give you soft, deep strokes. It was almost like you could feel him in your stomach. Tears stream down your cheeks, he was so big, you felt like he was in your throat. Choked moans continued to seep out of your mouth. They just wouldn’t stop.

“Shh-shh bebita, you’re okay “ Carlos whispers into your ear 

“C-can’t take it Daddy, is t’much” you whimper out, your small hands try to press against his torso to slow his strokes.

“You can baby, you can and you will” Carlos almost growls out, he moves your hands away placing them by your head

“Now be a good girl take it for me, okay sweet girl , can you do that f’me?

How was that for my first one ? Did we like, I’m pretty new at writing smut so I tried my best but I can totally take pointers even though this wasn’t much to go off on but I also didn’t want to mess up. Hope you enjoyed

Xoxo, Star

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