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Fingers In My Hair

Pecco Bagnaia x Marco Bezzecchi

18+ Minors do NOT interact!!

Wordcount: 4.8k

Tags: smut, hair tugging, anal sex, choking, light dom/sub, possessive sex, some fluff at the end

Inspired by this pic:

Better late than never right @ray935sworld ?

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“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” Cele all but shrieks when Bez walks in. The conversation which flowed easily just before comes to a screeching halt and everyone turns to look at his hair. Or better, his missing hair. None of them knew about his plan to get it cut. Honestly, Bez didn’t think it was such a big deal. All the curls were getting annoying to take care of, especially during race weekends, and his head just got too hot at this point. So he decided to cut it after the last race.

“I cut it,” he replies drily. Ignoring the different kinds of looks the others send his way. Cele is wide eyed and honestly looks a little offended. Luca hardly blinks an eye at the new look and just sends him a silent thumbs-up. Always the silent supporter. Franky and Andrea both give him a once over before turning back to their earlier conversation.

That’s when Bez notices that Pecco isn’t here. He tries not to be disappointed at the fact. Pecco was the only one whose reaction mattered. They’ve been best friends for ages. Sure, he’s known some of the others nearly just as long but things are different with Pecco. Their friendship is…he can’t really explain it because he doesn’t know what it is either. He just knows that with Pecco, things have always been both easier and more meaningful at the same time. They’re best friends for fucks sake. Of course his thoughts count the most to Bez. Besides Vale’s obviously.

The grin spreading on Cele’s lips is starting to make him worry though. Because that’s the grin the younger man always wears when he has mischief in mind. Which is often. But usually Bez is the first to be clued in on it. Right now though? Bez has this sinking feeling that Cele won’t tell him anything. So instead of waiting to see what Cele is about to say or do, he clears his throat to quickly change the topic. “Where are Vale and Pecco? I thought we’re meant to train today.”

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say because that unsettling grin only grows. It’s really starting to make Bez nervous. “Pecco’s Mom is in town so he promised her to show her around. And Vale is…busy,” Luca says. They all know what he means. They’ve all been victims to Marc and Vale…being busy on the ranch before at some point since the two of them got back together. Let’s just say, the two older men don’t really bother with being quiet. Or in appropriate spaces for…their activities.

“I swear if I have to listen to Vale beg to fuck Marc one more time I’m killing myself,” Andrea whines with a ahunted look in his eyes while the rest of them nod in solidarity. They’re no prudes. Hell, Bez has walked in on each of them and their partners at least once in their lives and vice versa. But there’s a big difference in seeing your buddy fuck than walking in on your mentor, your hero and the man you looked up to, on his knees, begging the man he claimed to despise for over a decade to let him fuck him. Or walking in on said ‘despised’ man lying on his chest, knees tucked under him, ass in the air and getting drilled into the bed like there’s no tomorrow.

The first time Bez saw them together he didn’t know if he should feel horrified or horny as fuck. He’s not blind, you know. He can confidently admit that Marc is very attractive, his scars just adding to it, and Vale? The fact that Bez had posters of the man on his childhood room’s ceiling should tell you enough.

Bez’ phone buzzing pulls him out of the confusing memories. “Pecco asked to meet up at the club after we’re done.” He gets excited ‘hell yeah’s from Cele and Andrea. Those two always look forward to getting drunk and making themselves look ridiculous on the dance floor. Something Bez joins in on more often than not. He enjoys dancing and if it gets him laid at the end of the night it’s a win for everybody in his books. After settling everything for later tonight they all get ready to train. Bez already has his helmet on so he doesn’t hear Cele whispering to the others, “I can’t fucking wait to see Pecco’s face.”

The music is loud and Bez can feel it in every bone as soon as they step into the club. The five of them are already drawing attention to themselves. It makes Bez walk with a bit more swagger and if he unbuttons his loose shirt just that much more so that everyone has a good view on his piercing? That’s between him and his shirt. He won’t lie, the new haircut came with a certain boost of confidence. Exactly what he needs tonight. It’s been embarrassingly long since he got laid. Even longer since he’s gotten properly fucked by someone. Maybe he’ll get lucky tonight.

To everyone's surprise Vale and Marc are already there with drinks in their hands. “I bet you a twenty that they’ll be humping each other in the next half hour before disappearing to the bathroom,” Cele whisper-yells in his ear. Bez shakes his hand with a laugh. “I give them fifteen minutes.” The younger man chuckles before that stupid grin comes back. This time, Bez knows exactly why it’s there. Because the hairs on the back of his neck stand up the moment he enters the room.

“Cele, who is your fri- Marco?” Bez tries so hard not to shiver at the way his name sounds when Pecco says it like that. It’s been years since he’s been Marco. He’s always just Bez. But tonight? Fuck, the way his best friend’s eyes widen and…darken? It feels like something has shifted and he’s not sure yet what to do with it. It’s probably all just in his head. Wishful thinking or something.

“Your hair-” “Looks good doesn’t it, Pecco?” Cele says, throwing an arm around Bez and carding his fingers through his curls, tugging slightly and making Bez hiss slightly. He hopes that Pecco doesn’t notice but by the way his jaw tenses, he does. “Yeah, looks good.” His reply is low and Bez shifts under the unreadable look in the other man’s eyes. Bez gets saved by Marc pulling him to the dancefloor. “Vale says he’s too old for it,” is his reason. But there’s a glint in the Spaniards eyes that makes Bez not believe him. He lets himself be dragged away anyway. Thankful for not having to look at Pecco anymore. His reaction was not what Bez imagined it to be. It kind of stings if he’s honest.

“Stop looking like a kicked puppy,” Marc teases and wraps his arms around Bez’s neck. Instinctively, Bez’ hands find the shorter man’s hips. “What are you doing?” he asks, noting and not liking the way Vale is staring at them from the bar. He has a full drink in his hand but makes no move to actually drink it. Marc hums and looks up at him innocently. “I have no idea what you mean.” The Spaniard leans in closer as the music turns into a sultry slow rhythm. “I’m about to do something and if it makes you uncomfortable you tell me.” His voice is serious but there’s a teasing glint in his eyes.

Curiosity gets the better of him and Bez just nods. Not knowing what to expect. Before he knows what’s happening, Marc starts grinding into him, making him gasp in surprise. He can see the silent question in the older man’s eyes and gives his hips a quick squeeze. The gesture causes a wicked grin to spread on Marc’s face. The two of them ‘dance’ like this for a while, grinding up against each other. Bez is already half hard and straining against his too tight pants. God, he really needs to get laid tonight. The song changes and suddenly Marc is being pulled away from him by Vale. The two of them are gone before his brain can even catch up.

“Mind if I swoop in?” a smooth voice asks behind him. Big hands are on Bez’ waist and his breath hitches when the stranger sneaks his pinky underneath his shirt, caressing the overheated skin there. “Sure,” is all Bez manages to say. A look over his shoulder tells him more about the guy. Tall, broad shoulders, dark short hair, clean shaven and tattooed. “What’s your name, beautiful?” And wow, that voice sends shivers down his spine. “Marco.” It comes out in a hoarse whisper. Stranger guy leans in closer, his warm breath tickling his neck as he plasters himself against Bez’ back. “I’m Enzo. Up for a dance?”

Bez nods and the next moment he finds himself with his head resting against Enzo’s shoulder, one hand buried in the man’s short hair. He’s pretty sure they’re not dancing anymore - if they ever even were in the first place. He can feel the other man’s hard cock press into his ass with every move and fuck he’s big. Bez’ mouth salivates at the pure thought of it. Lips caress his neck and he turns his head in silent permission. A gasp leaves him at the first kiss being placed on the sensitive skin. He’s losing himself in the feeling of it all before suddenly being rudely ripped away from it. It takes him by such surprise, that he stumbles into the person’s chest.

The smell hits him first and he swallows as he looks up at Pecco. But the man isn’t looking at him. No. His eyes are entirely on Enzo. There’s a heat in them - dangerous and hot at the same time - that Bez has never seen before. Not on Pecco. It sends a thrill down his spine and he tries to suppress the whimper threatening to slip out. And fails if the way Pecco’s fingers dig into his hips is anything to go buy. There might be bruises there tomorrow and this time, Bez doesn’t even hide his moan. He feels Pecco stiffen against him but his brain is way too overwhelmed right now to notice. Nor notice Enzo leaving after whatever his best friend - and let’s be honest, not-so-secret-secret-crush, just said to him.

“We’re going home,” Pecco growls and the way he says it leaves no room for arguments. Bez lets himself be led through the club, past their friends and a very smug looking Cele, before finding himself out in the warm night air. Fuck, Bez only had a single drink tonight but he feels tipsy. He loses his balance and leans into Pecco for support, burying his face in the other man’s neck. His head jerks back when a rough hand grabs his curls and tugs hard, forcing him to look up. The fire in Pecco’s eyes makes him moan and his cheeks heat up when he realises what he just did. He tries to pull away but Pecco’s grip on his hair doesn’t let him.

“God, you’re such a slut, Bez,” Pecco hisses, his voice dark and mean. It makes Bez want to shrink in on himself. “Didn’t-didn’t mean to make you angry, Fran,” he whimpers, looking up at his best friend with wide teary eyes. “What did you mean to do then, hm? First, grinding against Marc like that and then letting that guy all but fuck you in front of everyone? Don’t get me started on your slutty outfit and your new fucking haircut.” Bez’ chest squeezes painfully “M sorry, Fran. Please,” he begs and whimpers when the fingers tighten their hold in him. “Please what, Bez. Hm?” He doesn’t think before he says, “Please let me make it up to you.” It might just be the light or lack of it but he could swear Pecco’s eyes darken at his plea. Bez lets himself be tugged closer to the other man, can feel Pecco’s breath on his lips and if he could just move a tiny bit closer he could- “I can think of something you can do.”

Bez hardly remembers how they got back to the ranch. All he knows is that Pecco is right there next to him the entire time, his hand on his thigh, squeezing minutely. And it feels good. As soon as they’re in Pecco’s bedroom he’s being pushed up against the wall, one hand next to his head and the other gripping his jaw, making Bez look him in the eye. Not that Bez would want to look anywhere else right now. Because fuck, he’s seen the man mad before. But right now he’s seething. And it’s fucking hot. It takes everything in him not to try to grind against the leg Pecco slotted between his thighs.

“You acted like a real slut tonight, Bez. And do you know what sluts like you get?” It’s clear that Pecco doesn’t expect an answer from him so he stays silent. He swallows hard as the other man leans in closer, his beard rubbing along his neck and making his knees buckle. “They get fucked. Hard. Just like they want it. Like they need it. And you need it, don’t you, Bez? Need it so bad you squeeze yourself into these pants that leave nothing to the imagination and flaunt your tits around for everyone to see.”

A small whimper slips out of Bez and he’s nodding because yes, he does need it. He’s been needing it for weeks, hell months, and he’s desperate. And beyond caring about his neediness by now. He’d do anything for Pecco to touch him, to fuck him. To do anything to him. As long as he does something. “But I’m the only one who gets to touch you. To see you like this. Desperate. Needy. It’s all just for me, isn’t it?” Pecco murmurs hotly into his ear. Bez is nodding again, barely able to stay standing. “Just you.”

If it wasn’t for Pecco’s leg basically holding him up, he’d be on his knees right now. At the perfect hide to mouth at the man’s bulge and beg him to let him get a taste. Fuck, he’s already drooling at the thought. A hand gently cups his jaw, so different from what has happened tonight it makes him gasp in surprise. Pecco wipes away the small trail of drool before pushing his thumb into Bez’s waiting mouth. His lips instantly close around it and he moans at the way the other’s eyes darken when he starts to suck.

“Fuck, look at you,” Pecco groans as he looks at him in awe. It makes Bez bolder. He hollows his cheeks, really sucking the digit in and swirls his tongue around it, teasing it at the tip. All while imagining it’s Pecco’s cock instead. His hips move without him realising. He’s so lost in the weight of the other man’s thumb on his tongue. Bez’ eyes roll into the back of his head when the pressure on his aching cock suddenly doubles. His mouth drops open as a breathy moan escapes him. Fuck, that feels good.

When he manages to open his eyes again he’s met with a sinister smile on Pecco’s face as his hand drops from the wall down to Bez’ hip, squeezing it tightly and starts to roughly move him against his thigh. And all Bez can do is shake and moan as pleasure zings through his entire body. The zipper of his pants digs into his skin, adding a delicious pain to the mix and he’s already embarrassingly close to coming. Whines keep pouring out of his mouth around Pecco’s finger but he’s so past caring now. All he wants is to come. And it’s so close, the edge already there all he needs is just a little-

The next second Bez finds himself on his knees, a painful whimper sounding in the back of his throat as he stares up at Pecco with confused and teary eyes. A gentle hand comes to rest on the back of his head, playing with his longer curls. “Not yet,” Pecco rasps and a shiver runs down his spine at the roughness in his voice. The hand in his hair tightens slightly and starts pushing him forward until his lips touch the fabric of Pecco’s pants. He looks up at the man pleadingly. “Please, let me-” He doesn’t even have to finish his plea before he’s met with the hot thickness of Pecco’s cock.

Bez leans forward, placing kitten licks on the tip and reveling in the sound of Pecco’s breath hitching, his fingers tightening in his curls. Without any instructions, Bez decides to keep going. He places hot open mouthed kisses along the shaft and back up to the tip before taking it in his mouth and just staying there. Looking up at Pecco, he holds the other man’s gaze as he swirls his tongue around the tip, occasionally sucking it in deeper. Is he teasing? Maybe. But before he can take it further, Pecco starts pushing his head down on his cock. Achingly slow.

The feeling of his thick length sliding across his tongue makes Bez moan and his hips twitch, desperately seeking friction but being denied it. His hands find the other man’s thighs, digging his fingers into them as the head touches the back of his throat, making him gag. But Pecco doesn’t stop until his nose is touching his pubic bone. Bez’ eyes water as he struggles to breathe but he doesn’t shut them. He’s unable to look away from the sight before him right now. Pecco’s head is flung back, his eyes closed and his mouth open as he moans. That picture is now burnt into his mind forever. Once he feels good to continue he carefully tries to pull back a bit, just to see if Pecco will let him. He can’t move. At all. The grip on his hair is too strong. Bez starts to shift on his knees and whines at being denied. Does Pecco want him to beg? Because he’ll beg.

He doesn’t have to. Because the next moment, Pecco’s hips pull back until only the tip is still resting on his tongue before snapping forward again. Bez gags at the sudden assault, his nails digging into the other man’s skin so hard he’s sure there will be bruises. But Pecco doesn’t seem to mind. No, he’s moaning and cursing as he fucks Bez’ face fast and hard. Spit is dripping down Bez’s chin by now and he’s humping the air like a dog. His pants are way too tight and pressure is bordering on becoming too painful to handle. Pecco’s voice rips him out of his misery. “I’m close. You want to taste it, huh? Or do you want me to paint your pretty face white, mark you with my cum?”

Instead of answering, Bez hollows his cheeks and sucks him down deeper. That seems to be the right choice and it causes a string of moans to spill out of the other man. He doubles his efforts, needing to taste Pecco’s cum. He never needed anything as much as he needs this right now. Suddenly he’s being pulled off and he can’t suppress the disappointed whine from slipping out. “Open.” His mouth drops open instantly at the command and he sticks his tongue out without thinking about it. “Fuck yeah,” Pecco groans, his hand frantically stroking his cock. With a guttural moan he aims at Bez mouth and comes. The thick white cum coats his tongue and its salty taste makes his eyes roll into the back of his head. Bez’ body is shaking and before he knows it he’s pushed over the edge.

Panting, he rests his head against Pecco’s hip. His body is limp, like someone just cut the strings that were keeping him upright. The fabric of his pants clings to his now sensitive cock and he whimpers at the uncomfortable feeling of it. A hand gently grabs his chin, forcing him to look up at Pecco. The heat is still there in the other man’s eyes but his expression is softer now. It makes Bez want to bury his face into his chest and cling to him for the rest of the night.

“We can stop and go to bed,” Pecco whispers, his thumb caressing Bez’s bottom lip. The younger man shakes his head slowly. Stopping is the last thing he wants right now. “Want to feel you,” he croaks, his throat raw from taking the man’s cock so deep and rough. A shiver runs down his spine at the curse Pecco lets out in response and the way the heat is back in his eyes with a ferocity he’s never seen in them. Until now. It makes his chest heat up with pleasure that he’s the first one to be looked at like that by the older man.

Without another word, Bez is hauled up on his feet and all but thrown onto the bed. The air gets knocked out of him when he lands but he can’t suppress a giggle. It soon gets swallowed by Pecco’s lips as he pulls the younger into a hot and heavy kiss that makes his head spin. It’s filthy and wet and full of teeth. It’s hot. And Bez can already feel himself getting hard again just from that. He can’t help but gasp when a calloused hand comes to rest on his throat. Not squeezing. Just resting there. Like a claim of ownership. And fuck, if it doesn’t feel like heaven. The threat of his breathing being cut for even just a minute has him moan against Pecco’s wet lips.

They pull apart to catch their breath, never breaking eye contact for even a second. Their chests are heaving and a sheen of sweat is covering their bodies. “You really have no idea what you do to me, do you Marco?” the older man says, looking down at Bez’ limp form. His entire face is flushed a pretty pink and it’s starting to travel down his neck to his chest. His curls are sticking to his forehead and his eyes are glazed over. “The prettiest boy I have ever seen,” he whispers before diving down and placing kisses along Bez’ jaw, biting down on his earring and tugging lightly. The younger man hisses and Pecco quickly places an apologetic kiss to his throat. Soft lips soon make way for teeth.

“Got to make sure everyone knows your mine,” he growls and gets rewarded by a pretty moan and even more skin to mark up. “Yours. Only yours,” Bez pants and his fingers fist the sheets. Pulling away from his painting, Pecco carefully pries the younger man’s hands open and slides his in them. The feeling is so right it makes them both dizzy. “Should have done this a lot sooner,” Pecco murmurs, capturing Bez’s lips in another kiss. This one slower, heavier and oh so fucking good. He could spend ours just kissing the younger man.

“Please, Fran,” Bez whines against his lips and he allows himself one more kiss before pulling away to grab the lube from the nightstand. Pecco takes his time getting to where Bez wants him. He leaves a trail of kisses down his chest, stopping at his nipple, catching the metal piercing between his teeth and tugging meanly. The reaction is beautiful. Bez flings his head back against the pillow, his back arching and screams. It’s music to Pecco’s ears but he still gives the abused nipple a few apologetic licks before moving down the younger man’s stomach. Kissing. Licking. Biting. Anything to show Bez and everyone else that he belongs to Pecco. No one else gets to see him like this. Only Pecco.

Ignoring Bez’ twitching cock, Pecco goes straight to parting the younger man’s legs, lube already coating his fingers and he slowly rubs one over Bez’ hole. He smiles at the gasp it gets him and circles it a few more times, applying a bit of pressure every other time but never quite enough. Just enough to make Bez writhe against the sheets, breathy moans falling from his lips as he moves his hips trying to bare down on Pecco’s fingers. Incoherent pleas slip out of the younger man’s mouth. “Plea-” His last plea gets cut off by a deep and long moan when Pecco finally pushes the first thinger in.

“Fuck,” Bez whines as the older man starts moving at a slow pace, quickly adding a second finger and expertly finding that little bundle of nerves that light up his entire body. The younger man’s back arches off the bed at its assault. Pecco’s own patience is starting to stretch thin so he makes quick work of opening him up. Each drag is more maddening than the one before. Pecco shushes his whine of protest with a kiss when he pulls his fingers free. “Condom or no condom?” Bez’ eyes are wide, his pupils blown and he looks absolutely wrecked. “No condom. Need to feel all of you,” he whispers and Pecco rests his head on the younger’s shoulder with a groan. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

They both moan, low and drawn out, as Pecco slowly pushes in. Bit by bit. Until their bodies are flushed. And he makes Bez feel all of it, circling his hips in maddening circles. The tip of his cock rubbing against the younger man’s prostate and making it hard to breathe. To think. To do anything besides clinging to Pecco like his life depends on it. Soon their bodies move in sync, their hips meeting with every thrust.

It only takes a few well aimed thrusts to reduce Bez to a moaning, whimpering mess underneath Pecco. The older man drapes his body over him, their hands intertwined in the sheets next to Bez’s head. Pecco can’t look away from the man under him. The way his eyes are struggling to stay open, fluttering widely, his lips parted as he desperately tries to catch his breath. Pecco mindlessly whispers dirty praise into his ear, his fingers roughly grabbing his curls and tugging, making Bez’ head tilt back and offer up his neck. The strain is almost too much but he couldn’t care less. Not with the feeling of Pecco’s soft lips planting kiss after kiss over each bruise he left there earlier. Like the sweetest apology.

“Fran, ‘m close. Please,” he begs, forcing his eyes to stay open. He can feel Pecco’s rhythm stutter and knows the older man is not far behind. “Fuck, yeah. Come for me, Marco. Make yourself messy,” Pecco groans and with one final thrust aimed at his prostate, he’s pushed over the edge. His mouth drops open in a silent ‘o’ and his eyes never leave Pecco’s as he paints their chests white. His entire body is shaking, sensitive and slowly bordering on pain. Bez’s free hand shakily gathers up some of his cum from his stomach and without thinking offers it up to the other man. Pecco welcomes his sticky fingers into his mouth easily and Bez watches with rapt attention as his eyes roll into the back of his head. A guttural moan vibrates in the older man’s chest as he slams himself inside as deep as possible and fills Bez with his cum.

The next time Bez opens his eyes, there is an arm slung around his waist and a strong chest pressed against his back. Warmth floods his chest and he snuggles back against Pecco who pulls him even closer. “I love you, Marco,” the older man whispers, suddenly shy. Though his hold on Bez stays firm. Not wanting to let go even while fearing for the worst. But he has nothing to fear. The younger man turns around in his hold until they’re facing each other, a hand gently cupping Pecco’s cheek as he closes the distance between them for a sweet kiss. His smile is blinding when they pull apart. “I love you too, Fran.” They fall asleep in each other’s arms, love and warmth surrounding them.

[puppybez]

my beautiful italian girlfriend everyone

[breen81]

Lo hot que se ve Islam enojado 🫦

[breen81]

Twitter is using #ColapintoToF1In2025 to show support for Franco, can you go and support?

[yangtututu]

I see your frando and I raise to you; frandoscar

Thank u and this for u (I just saw what Oscar said about learning Spanish because of Franco. So I draw about it 🥰

[colopinto43]

Automóvil Club Argentino (ACA) 120th anniversary with this giant poster in its central building

[breen81]

De dónde sacaron que Franco iría a Mercedes el año que viene? Que es eso de que el contrato de Kimi no está firmado?

[virfujiwara]

Betrayal...

Imagine Checo is in the middle as a totally not biased arbiter (wearing the Boca jersey). I could not draw him TTnTT Reminder that commissions are open and I'm making art for your donations and we are raising money for an AAPI charity through this zine, <-if you or someone you know likes Watcher, check it out!

[breen81]

Oscar es tan River

[frankie-norris-deactivated20250]

Hear me out...

Lando x Franco x Oscar x reader :3

Like reader is one of their girlfriends and he loses a bet and has to share or smth 👀

Warnings: Smut, 18+, FOURSOME 😰, oral (m receiving, and f receiving) foreplay, a lot of penetration, betting, degradation, hair-pulling, choking, praise, some spanking?

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader x Franco Colapinto x Oscar Piastri

A/N - when you’re in a freak off and your opponent is @themultifanshipper (this is a joke)

When Franco came home and told you that he’d already made a bet with Lando and Oscar that he’d be able to get points on debut and in a Williams, you were pretty skeptical. But when he said the words after it? The words that went; ‘and if I don’t, um, they said they get to…to fuck you.

You were next to going mad.

Yes, Lando and Oscar were very good looking (and maybe you weren’t entirely against the idea), but your boyfriend had betted your dignity? Dear, dear Franco. And, to no one’s surprise, he didn’t manage to get points on debut, finishing just outside the points.

And so, you hurriedly turned off the TV, pushing the remote and your snacks into some random drawer, rushing up the stairs, and stripping your hoodie off. Like you’d ever sit there wearing sweats and a hoodie when Oscar and Lando came to fuck you.

You lit a few candles to set the mood, a bottle of wine in the side of your cabinet as you pulled an orange lingerie set on, making sure the buckles hugged your curves in the perfect places, before you pulled a black minidress on.

The papaya straps were visible on your bare shoulders, as you took a little box from the side, sliding the raspberry scent across your collarbone and behind your ears, spritzing yourself with the same scent, and making sure your hair looked presentable, untied and down.

You poured the glasses of wine on the side, watching your phone as you saw your boyfriend’s location slowly travel from the circuit to the hotel room. You had everything you needed - wine, towels for after, you were all set to go.

“Hey Y/N, it’s nice to meet you,” Lando smiled to you as Oscar gave you his classic, polite cat smile from behind his teammate. Franco’s eyes traversed up and down your body - god, you never dressed up like that when it was normal sex with just him and you but whatever. Now wasn’t the time.

“Hi,” you smiled, stepping back so the boys could remove their shoes, Lando’s gaze dropping to your own heeled feet, before he sent Oscar a smirk. Franco wasn’t awfully happy about the fact that his girlfriend was about to get railed by his two on-track rivals, but he made the bet, he should’ve prepared for consequences.

“Just this way,” you said, leading the boys up the stairs, giving Oscar a perfect view of your ass as you did so. “How long have y’all been dating?” Lando asked, ignoring the fact that there was a pack of condoms on the side of the bed, waiting for him to slide onto his cock so he could-

“A while,” you said, as Franco shot you an unamused look. “A while? Two years,” he corrected you as you rolled your eyes, handing Lando and Oscar a glass of wine each. “This is the good stuff,” Oscar said, swirling it round in his glass before he took a sip of it.

“I’m sure your boyfriend told you about our little…agreement,” Oscar said, his voice somewhat teasing as you nodded, playing along and not letting your gaze fall to Lando or Oscar’s growing members. “He sure has,” you said, a small smile playing on your glossed lips as you sipped on your wine.

“What position do you want, then?” Lando asked, his attention on the young Argentine, who, too, had a tent forming between his legs. “What position gives us the best view?” Oscar asked, his words purposefully set to rile Franco up. Not that he cared, that was the point, anyways.

“What?” Franco said, playing dumb as Oscar shook his head in amusement. “You said you’ve been dating her two years,” Lando smirked in amusement, “surely you’ve tried some positions with her? Or, were you not enough to satisfy her?”.

Franco gritted his teeth, his expression set as he narrowed his eyes at the two papaya boys, all whilst you sat there, watching your boyfriend take the slack, busying yourself with removing your watch. “Doggy,” Franco said simply, as Lando gave him a small smirk.

“Thank you,” was all Oscar said, before he had you pulled onto your feet, head yanked up to look at him, his hand on your chin as Lando watched, his eyes dropping to your ass as he lifted your dress up slightly, tracing the curve of your ass. “Ready?” the Aussie said, his jaw slack as you nodded.

Lando didn’t need more confirmation as he pulled your dress off and over your head, thrusting it to the floor. “Keep her jewellery on,” Oscar said, his voice commanding and a lot different to the polite smile he’d given you earlier, “she’ll look pretty with it,”.

You watched as Lando admired the set, running a finger below the strap on your shoulder. “All dressed up for us, hm?” Lando asked, titling your chin so he could pull you into a messy kiss, Oscar’s head dipping to kiss and nip at your neck.

“Tell me, Y/N,” Lando said your name in an almost sing-song voice as Oscar slowly removed the panties of the lingerie, keeping the bra part on as Lando let go of you. “Did you not even believe in your little boyfriend?” he asked, his eyes boring into yours.

“That’s not a very nice thing to do, Y/N,” Oscar said, a mock sigh in his voice as Franco sat in a chair, watching as his girlfriend got handled by two other men. Lando moved you onto your hands and knees, admiring the view from the back, before he gave your ass a harsh smack, before squeezing the supple flesh.

“Count f’me,” Lando said, as Oscar moved to your front, standing in front of you as he held his member, slowly pumping himself, tracing your lips with his throbbing head. “One,” you choked out as Lando gave your ass another smack, your head falling closer into Oscar’s thighs.

“T-Two,” you gasped as Lando gave your thighs a squeeze, then a thwack, your tongue poking out to lick at Oscar’s base. “Three!” you squealed as Lando’s palm came down on your skin, before once again, massaging away at your flesh. Franco had his hand below his joggers, desperately pumping himself, begging for friction.

“You look pathetic,” Oscar mused as he slowly pushed himself into your mouth, his throbbing head hitting the back of your throat. “C’mon,” Lando gesture to Franco to join them, “need someone to make her ready to take my cock,” Lando smirked, even though you were already wet enough for him.

Franco didn’t need telling twice as he knelt behind you, his hands gripping at your thighs as he licked a long line up your core, a moan on your lips as it muffled into Oscar’s member, his hips moving slowly, guiding his cock in and out of you.

Lando watched as Franco slid his tongue over your clit, circling your bundle of nerves before fucking his tongue into you, your core becoming hotter with need. You cried out at the feeling, your nosies still muffled by Oscar moving his hips in and out of you, his head hitting the back of your throat again and again.

“Enough,” Lando said, dismissing your boyfriend to move back as he gave a defiant huff, moving to sit on his chair again as Lando sunk into you. Oscar finally let you off for breath as you moaned, your core welcoming Lando graciously, enveloping his member in your warm juices.

Your velvety walls clenched round him as he groaned, watching you from behind, your body coating in a thin sheen of sweat, cheeks flushed red, as Oscar plucked the hair tie from the side, tying my hair back and out of my face. “Look at her,” Oscar smirked, pushing me back onto his cock.

“Takes us so well, doesn’t she, Franco?” he directed the question to your boyfriend. Franco said nothing, watching as Lando rocked in and out of you, your eyes rolling back before they closed, lashes fluttering against your cheek.

“I can feel her,” Oscar smirked as he moved his hand to your throat to hold your head still, adding a bit of pressure as he rocked his hips in and out of your mouth, slowly moving, tantalising and torturous. “Do we take better care of you than Franco?” Lando asked, his voice mocking as he leaned down to press a kiss to your spine.

He knew fully well you couldn’t answer, your mouth preoccupied with Oscar’s cock. “How many times do you think we can make her cum??” Lando asked the question to your boyfriend once again, his dick sliding in and out of your moist folds, his breath turning to short pants as your cunt squeezed onto him.

Lando purposefully pulled out of you as you let out an indignant whine of protest, bucking your hips back to try and get some sort of friction. “Look at you,” Lando said, his voice half degrading and half praising as he finally let himself sink back into you, his cock once again welcomed inside of you.

“Begging for my fucking cock, and not even using your words,” Lando said, giving your ass a soft thwack as you moaned, moving further toward Oscar. “Gonna cum down your throat,” Oscar groaned, holding you closer into him, his thrusts speeding up against your throat before he pulled you closer, clamping you down on his cock.

The Aussie held you there for a few seconds, your nose buried into his stomach as his cum washed down your throat, warm and hot, before he let go, his cock flinging off of your lips and against his thighs as he panted, still squeezing at your neck. “Your turn,” Lando said, as Oscar stepped back.

Franco grumbled, having much rather have control of your pussy, his own girlfriend’s cunt, but said nothing, letting you do the work of bobbing your head up and down. You were more focused on Lando, however, as Oscar watched on the sides, a smirk on his face.

Lando moved one hand under your stomach, feeling himself in your belly, the other on your hip to hold you where he wanted you as he felt himself coming closer. “Gonna fill you up,” Lando said, his voice deep as he leaned down, his voice in your ear. You pulled back for a few seconds, gasping as you choked for air, the knot in your stomach unravelling.

Your orgasm flooded through, eyes going black as you saw stars, before you closed your eyes, head spinning and throbbing, your heart beating faster than you’d ever felt. Lando groaned as his own orgasm pushed through, his cum coating your thighs and core as he slid out, admiring his head on the edge of your pussy lips.

He gave your ass a final smack and a squeeze, your clit a last brush before he stepped back, letting Franco finish in his hand as you sat back. You were exhausted, beyond even, as Oscar pulled you to sit against the pillows behind you, and you took a sip of your wine. “That was…” you trailed off.

Enthralling. Amazing. Fucking hot? “Crazy,” Lando said. “It’s mot happening again,” Franco mumbled bitterly. Oh, you’d make sure it did. You didn’t need to worry about that. “So, uh, you betting on a win in Baku?” Lando asked Franco.

“Oh you’re taking the mick,” Franco grumbled.

[breen81]

Necesito un fanfic de Franco con Oscar, en mi mente se ven lindos

[faithshouseofchaos-deactivated2]

I gotta remind these people bitches that he’s my husband. 😭😭😭😭

[albertparkcircuit]

Close enough, welcome back Charlie Conway and Adam Banks !

[breen81]

Que alguien haga un fanfic con estos dos

[breen81]

Que alguien escriba fics sobre Franco con los demás pilotos, los necesito

[breen81]

Franco durmiendo es lindo

[spiderbeam]

debunking myths about franco colapinto

“he’s barely qualifying in f2.”

he’s currently standing at 6th, over kimi antonelli’s 7th and ollie bearman’s 15th + is currently outqualifying his teammate in mp motorsport dennis hauger, who is standing in 8th place at the moment (source)

“he doesn’t have his super license yet.”

he does. he got it in november 2023 (source 1, source 2, source 3)

“he comes from money” / “bought his way in” / “he’s a pay driver”

he really doesn’t, and i think this one is the lie that pisses me off the most. franco has a history of struggling with funding throughout his career. even when he was confirmed into f2, he was always searching for sponsors because he is in a much more precarious position than most of his peers—because, unlike other drivers, franco does not have friends or family members with money he can rely on. all the funding he has has come from sponsors, deals his team has helped him sign, and support from argentinian celebrities like bizarrap (source 1, source 2, source 3, reddit thread)

this is what franco said in regards to funding when he was getting into f2:

and:

i say this as an argentinian myself,,, as a country we are not doing well economically. do you really think the current argentinian driver would come from money?? like…

FURTHERMORE! while williams pays for part of the expenses, franco’s said he couldn’t gather all the funds at the moment of first signing with them. williams’ then contract with him basically stated that he could only have 3 sponsors, so franco’s team and him really had to be careful when choosing their sponsors for his f2 season. he’s also said his driving style used to be more on the offensive side, but during f3/f2 he began being reeling it back in and becoming more careful when it came to potentially damaging the cars he drives because the fees for damages partly come out of his pocket.

“he said he didn’t like max verstappen in an interview/podcast.”

the clip (22:03-22:33) was taken out of context and has been purposefully translated in an iffy way. if you need a full translation, i’m more than willing to do it.

basically: he’s asked which driving styles he likes most, he says he really likes the styles of young f1 drivers (lando norris, george russell) and says that (i cannot stress this enough: in terms of driving styles) he’s not really keen on max verstappen’s style. he follows this by adding that he still thinks max in an insanely great driver (“es un pilotazo”).

another reason this gets taken out of context is because one of the interviewers there follows up by saying “he’s so arrogant” (“es un soberbio”) and franco is just left sort of 🧍um.

additionally:

i think it’s also worth mentioning that, as a latin american driver, franco naturally gets less opportunities than european drivers. other f2 drivers like gabriel bortoleto (brazilian) and rafael villagómez (mexican), much like franco, have also previously stated that in comparison to english/european drivers, they have less opportunities to make mistakes along the way in their careers. even then, villagómez and bortoleto come from money.

franco stated once that he feels that when it comes to english/european drivers, they get more chances when it comes to making mistakes, whereas his margin for mistakes (as an argentinian driver who doesn’t come from money) is significantly smaller.

now onto fun facts you should know about fran colapinto

he raced in monza with a recently broken clavicle and WON. he said only his manager and a few members of the williams team knew because he didn’t want to be taken out by the fia before the race.

picture of his scar after the operation ^

he says he’s still not used to/feels embarrassed by being relatively famous because 2 years ago no one knew who he was. in an interview he mentioned he misses going to mcdonalds and just,, munching down on a hamburger. he said that now he’s scared someone will take a picture of him with like…. sauce dripping out of his mouth. (he also said that’s why he likes europe so much cause no one knows him there LMAO)

he says he loves racing in italy because it reminds him of argentina, but that he’s recently started falling in love with australia ever since he raced there in f2 <3

he was asked when was the first time he drove a car (ever) and franco just sort of went “……i don’t think i can answer without getting arrested”

he’s always been very vocal when it comes to thanking his team and how much he owes to them. he’s stated multiple times that throughout his career there were moments when he had zero funds, and if it weren’t for his team working 24/7 to get him sponsors and deals, he would’ve never made it this far.

there’s this really funny clip of him being interviewed after a race (i can’t find it atm but if i do i’ll link it) when he tells the interviewer (in spanish) “thank god you didn’t interview me, like, three minutes ago cause i was pissed. but i’m better now :D”