I often think about how Lewis said he personally called so many drivers in 2020 and personally asked them to kneel for BLM. I think about how he said he personally tried to explain the protest to them and answer all their questions. I think about how he felt when so many of them still declined. I think about how he was fined for wearing shirts for BLM. I think about how F1 stopped him from wearing a shirt that simply said "Justice for Breonna Taylor." because F1 wanted to 'de-politicise' the sport. I think about how when they asked Stefano Domenicali, the CEO of F1, about Lewis' activism, he said F1 is not racist and he does not "Percieve" the racism Lewis is talking about.
I think about how Nelson Piquet, who was fined $1 million for racially abusing Lewis on video was *banned* from the paddock. I think about how he just showed up to the paddock today clearly wearing a paddock pass and hanging out outside of Red Bull, not even hiding inside.
I think how this is all so symptomatic of how rotten to the core F1 is. How Lewis being the most successful driver in the history of the sport did not spare him from this.
This makes me think of something Iâve been struggling with. Like Max aligns himself with not the best people and Iâve started to realize heâs the common denominator.
And there was this article basically stating that he never takes on a stand on any other issue than racing. Which is true, so he never uses his platform for anything meaningful. (that Iâve seen.)
And ANOTHER thing, something that been bothering me personally. He minimizes the trauma that happened in his childhood to the pointâand yes I understand itâs not his responsibility to speak out on it butâ that he can make the risk of minimizing others trauma. âIf he thinks what happened to him was fineâbeneficialâ than maybe what I went through wasnât that bad. I should just get over it.â
It just shows we know nothing about these people, other than what they are willing to share with the world. Letâs thinking about this before glorifying them and making excuses.
Iâm open to respectful talks about this because this is just my opinion and observation based on surface knowledge.
summary: max's attendance at the victoria's secret fashion show surprises everyone, turns out he has his own angel.
pairing: max verstappen x fem!vsangel!reader.
warnings: use of y/n, time skipping, age gap (reader is older than max), suggestive pics i guess (i mean it's victoria's secret after all), hard launching.
faceclaim: jasmine tookes (queen of my heart)
a/n: had to make this one after the vsfs of course ;) enjoy!
feedback is always appreciated.
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If Oscar had to describe your sex life in one word : Vanilla.
Not that thereâs anything wrong with that! God knows how much the two of you enjoyed the sex you had. You werenât very experienced when you met Oscar, and you were quite a shy person.
Which is why Oscar was so shocked when he found what appeared to be a list of your kinks just sitting there when he got up to make his morning coffee.
Fun fact, this request was sent over a month ago, and i only have a couple more to do before i can get to my own stuff lmao
Warnings: innocent reader, Smut, PinV sex, rough sex, dirty talk, mention of lots of kinks n stuff
He hadnât meant to get a glimpse into the inner workings of your sexual psyche, but really, who leaves something like that on the kitchen counter???
As he read it over and over again, his cock twitched in interest and got progressively harder until he put it down, the words seared onto his brain forever.
He tried to have a cold shower but just ended up jerking off furiously to completion imagining doing all the things from your list.
But as soon as he got out of the shower and dried off, he realized he was still achingly hard. He decided to put on a pair of his loosest joggers and go about his day while he waited for you to come back from work.
It wasnât easy, but he managed to answer a whole two emails, internally debating the moral implications of communicating with his bosses while sporting an erection.
Then he jerked off again.
It did take the edge off for a bit, but every time he thought about it during the day he couldnât help but fist his cock at the thought of all your filthy fantasies.
When you got home, you didnât notice anything out of the ordinary, and you did your usual routine: shower, skincare, dinner with a glass of wine, followed by watching something with Oscar, the two of you huddled up together on the couch.
Thatâs when you started noticing Oscarâs behaviour.
It was very subtle, but you could tell he wasnât at all focused on the movie, periodically fidgeting around uncharacteristically. Oscar was usually very settled, and tonight it was like he couldnât keep still for more than 30 seconds. You also noticed his breathing was irregular, often getting shallower as he fidgeted.
Oscar couldnât care less about what was happening on the screen, his brain was focused on the same thing it had been all day, that damn list.
And heâd been hard all day, which certainly didnât help his internal crisis.
âOscarâ you sighed, pausing the movie âTalk to me, tell me whatâs going on with you tonightâ
âNothingâs wrong, why would there be something wrong?â his mouth said, but his flushed cheeks were proof that he was hiding something.
If looks could kill, the one you gave him would have certainly done the trick.
âI⊠full honesty?â he asked quietly.
You nodded âFull honestyâ
He closed his eyes and sighed. âOkay, but you canât get mad at meâ
You narrowed your eyes at him âThatâs not a promise I can make, but Iâll do my bestâ
He bit his lip before taking your hands in his.
âI uh⊠I found your listâ
You just stared at him. âWhat list?â
âThis oneâŠâ he took the piece of paper out of his pocket where it had been burning a metaphorical hole in his hip ever since heâd found it.
He handed it to you, but you didnât need to unfold it to know what it was. I was a bright pink piece of paper that had been ripped out of your diary the night before.
You completely froze, panic overtaking you.
âOh my god. OscarâŠâ You couldnât look him in the eyes as you tried to explain âyou werenât meant to find that Iâm so sorry! I was going to throw it away this morning and I guess I put it down and completely forgot about it. Fuck- please donât think Iâm weird or whatever and just forget about it, okay? Please?â
You put your head in your hands and whined in distress. This couldnât be happening. Your loving boyfriend had just learned about your depraved fantasies, and he was never going to see you the same way again.
âI canât forget about it baby, I spent the entire day jerking off about itâ
You head snapped up to finally look into his eyes, your jaw hanging in disbelief. You could tell he was dead serious and your gaze slowly trailed downwards towards his pants, where you could tell he was hard, then back up to his face to find him biting his lip so hard it was turning white.
âyou-Â what?â
âSweetheart, I got so hard when I read it, I almost got in my car to come and get you from work. I want to do every thing on that list with youâ he leaned closer to you and whispered âEvery. Single. Thing.â
His arm wrapped around you and pulled you closer to him, lips coming to brush against your neck. âespecially number 3âŠâ
You glanced at the list, seeing what he was referring to and gasped.
âOscar!â
He chuckled into the crook of your neck.
âWho knew you were so dirty, hmm? Where have you been hiding all this time?â
âI- I didnât know how to askâ you stuttered as he nipped at the skin of your shoulder.
âThat right? Well ask me now, thenâ he said and you frowned in confusion.
âWhat?â
âAsk me. Go down the list, and ask me to do those things to youâŠâ
His lips trailed down your body and his hands pushed you to lay down on the sofa as you spluttered in confusion. âI donât- what?â
âWhatâs the first thing on the list?â he asked, he knew of course, but he needed to hear you say it.
You blushed, checking the list.
âChokingâŠâ
âThen ask me to choke youâ
You shuddered as his mouth continued downwards and his hands spread your legs, one of them pushing your flimsy pyjama shorts to the side to expose you to him.
âOscar what-â
âI want to see how wet you get just from saying it, go on then.â He ordered and you keened as a finger dipped through your barely moist folds.
âI want you⊠to uhmâ your blush deepened and Oscar smiled at you condescendingly.
âGo on baby, you can do itâ
You gulped.
âI want you to choke meâ you squeezed your eyes shut at the admission, but Oscar was having none of it.
âNow fucking look at me and ask me againâ
You gasped and your eyes flew open to look at him.
âI want you to choke me!â
âGood girlâ he stroked your thigh âNext thing?â
You glanced at the list still clutched tightly in you hands.
âSpanking.â
Oscar cocked his head to the side. âWhat about spanking?â
Your jaw clenched, the fucker knew how to get what he wanted.
âI want you to spank meâ
He smiled and nodded for you to continue.
âI want you to fuck me over the balcony for everyone to seeâ you said, and Oscarâs pupils dilated as he used his fingers to spread you open for him.
âYeah? Want everyone to see how fucking filthy you actually are?â You whined as his thumb came to dip inside you briefly before rubbing it in slow circles over your clit.
âI want you to degrade and praise meâŠâ
He felt like he was barely holding on to his sanity at this point.
âThatâs so hot, fuck.â He palmed himself through his sweats âYou want to be my good girl yeah? Want to be my good little slut? Only thing youâre good for anywayâŠâ
You whimpered, his words making your whole body heat up, and took a deep breath before continuing.
âI want you to fuck my mouthâ
He had to grip himself through his pants to ground himself, your words having an enormous effect on his composure.
Where had his sweet little innocent girlfriend gone?
âIâll fuck your mouth baby, make you fucking drool for it, god youâd look so pretty taking me down your throatâ
You were definitely wet now, and he took the liberty of sliding a finger inside you and hooking it upwards just to watch you squirm as he rubbed that special spot inside you.
âI want you to tie me up and force me to take itâ you said breathlessly.
The noise he let out at that was animalistic as his wide eyes found yours and his jaw went slack as he pulled his pants down just enough to get a hand around himself.
âYou have no idea how hot youâd look all tied up and helpless under me baby, itâs making me so hard just thinking about it..â
You moaned as he added a second finger inside you.
âI want, fuck- I want you to use me, and fill me up with your cum whenever you wantâ
âShit.â He hissed âFuck baby, Iâm going to fill you up so good, you'll seeâŠâ
âPleaseâ
You hadnât realised how close you were getting, but Oscarâs expert fingers were making you delirious as you continued.
âI want you to fuck me so hard I canât walk, want to cry from how good you feel inside me, wanna beg for your cockâ
Oscar growled and pulled his fingers out.
âThen begâ
He settled over you, putting his weight on you, his dick resting against your folds as he panted into your mouth.
âBeg for my cock, slutâ
You were so fucking turned on. Dominant Oscar was something new, but so, so incredibly hot you would have done absolutely anything to have him inside you at that moment.
âPlease, please Osc, I need it. I need your cock so bad, please!â
He growled and slid in to the hilt without warning, making you moan into the heated kiss he was currently giving you to distract you. He was thick and the stretch was delicious as his cock dragged along your walls, making you see stars.
He started a deep, hard pace and his hips slapped against yours, obscene sounds filling the room.
âFuck baby, so fucking wet for me. This what you wanted all along? For me to fucking ruin you on my cock?â
âYes, Oscar, fuck!â
He chuckled darkly.
âThatâs a good girl, so fucking tight, Youâre getting close arenât you? I can sweet your sweet pussy clenching around me, trying to keep me inside...â
He gripped your hips harder and angled his thrusts upwards, nailing your g-spot, and you were a goner. White spots danced in your vision as the pleasure overcame you, cunt spasming around Oscar.
âPerfect, perfect cunt. And itâs all fucking mineâ he growled as he finally spilled inside you, filling you to the brim and forcing a pathetic whimper out of you at the new feeling.
Oscar had never come inside you before, and it was insanely hot. The feeling of your slick, hot walls pulsing around him was pure heaven and he couldnât wait to test everything on that list.
After youâd regained your breath, you chuckled silently to yourself while stroking Oscar's back.
If this is what you got for leaving your list out, maybe you should tell Oscar about your box of toys in the in the back of your closetâŠ
When he tells her, her body vibrates. She visibly shudders.
"I am so deeply sorry. I didn't mean to--"
"Just stop it, Julien."
He raises an eyebrow. She realizes her mistake and momentarily thinks of saying sorry but she shouldn't be the one giving away apologies. "You donât know how many times I have had this conversation.â
But the problem is he did.
The purple grape that flies through the air just misses her mouth, "Aw man!"
His grin is infectious, "You almost had it!"
They're a little wine drunk at the end of their date. They popped into the door and ransacked the kitchen. They found a couple snacks in the pantry, some mixed nuts and the grapes currently tossing into each others mouth. And of course more wine that allowed her to so easily ask the question. "What is your biggest regret?"
He took one of her heel sore feet in his hands and began to kneed, "I have no regrets. I just grow. Every mistake is an opportunity to learn."
She hummed before looking far off. He tried to get her back, "What about you?"
"Huh?"
"Your biggest regret?"
She looks off again, thinking of how to word her reply. "Not knowing my worth." He urges her to continue. She takes a big swig of wine. "I had this ex, erm Julien. He cheated on me--twice and I took him back. Well, I guess it was actually 3 because we broke up because he left me for another woman."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said pulling her closer.
She was wrapped in his arms, "You don't have to say sorry."
But now he had to but the word sorry seemed so pointless. It was ineffective.
âYou werenât supposed to fuck her." It was obvious. You're not supposed to sleep with your media manager, no matter how many passes she made at you. You don't sleep with someone who looks almost exactly like your ex, even after the high of a win.
"I know. I know," his attempts to swallow the lump in his throat but it's ineffective, "We're apart so much and I was drunk and lonely." Why was he so sad? So miserable when he was the one who fucked up. He couldnât imagine her pain. He was being selfish. Again.
"Say something. Break stuff, just do anything." But she didn't. She disappeared into their bedroom and emerged with a bag. Worse than if she would have screamed or hit him, she just left. She walked out with no fanfare. When he went to the door, too late to stop her, he was unsure if he wanted to any way. If he thought he deserved a second chance.
He dissolved in the spot he stood, cried until the tears stopped and he self-comforted like his life depended on it, because maybe it did. When he pulled himself up, he made his way to their bedroom. His bedroom. She was meticulous, she had scrubbed every inch of her existence out of the apartment. He briefly wondered if she ever existed at all.
But she was there, lining the the cracks of his broken heart. At five AM when he was delirious from not being able to sleep and anxious from thinking, he realized he should have begged. Gotten on his knees, laid prostrate at her feet.
She had to have left something. He needed a reason to see her again. At 5:15 he decided to tear down his apartment in search of something. She had taken her pillow, she had taken her body wash, her face wash, conditioner, shampoo everything. He made his way to the living room, her favorite blanket was folded over her arm when she left.
âWhat is your attachment to this thing?â He lifted the tattered blanket off of her thigh. They were cuddling on the couch, watching a romcom she had seen a million times.
âFamiliarity is comforting. Like this movie: I know at the end heâs going to realize heâs being a dumbass and beg her to take him back. She gives him a second chance and they live happily ever after.â
Charlesâs heart constricts when he realizes he lost his chance for a happily ever after. He sits on the same couch, struggling to remember what happened in the movie. The woman in the movie took the man back but Charles couldnât remember why. Gripping at his hair, he forced himself to remember but his brain was full. All of his thoughts were her, making little space for any other memories.
Maybe they had bought movies or CDs or records. But nothing.
She stood in the middle of what Charles would describe as a shack. How she found this place, he would never know. She was dancing to the band playing, long skirt swaying with the movement of her hips.
She didnât buy or stream music because she wanted to feel it. Bass in her feet, lyrics in her soul, drum in her heart. He watched her, nursing his questionable tasting drink. She danced like she was the only one in the room, for Charles, she was.
The kitchen. She had told him he needed to learn how to cook and made him buy all the pots pans dishes. When he met her he didn't even have a can opener to his name. When he tears apart their cupboards looking for her favorite snacks he realizes its futile. All of her favorite snacks are in their raw forms. Flour, eggs, sugar, baking powder. What does he have of her left?
Charles woke up to banging noises coming from somewhere in his apartment. He was immediately alert, he reached over to the thing he most needed to protect but found the other side of the bed empty.
He relaxed. She must have been than one clanking around in his kitchen. âHoney,â he said rubbing at his eyes, âwhat are you doing? Itâs late.â
âIâm making biscuits,â she said like it was obvious.
His heads spinning. Everything in his apartment is her. Or rather her absence. Sheâs missing from him.
There was a painting hung up on the wall.
âStop laughing, Charles,â she scolded him, kicking his shoe with her heel to quiet him. It was a classy event, they shouldnât have been laughing at a painting, even if it did share a resemblance with a phallus. The curator came around and they sobered enough to say, âWeâll take it.â
An empty spot on his shelf.
She was crying, holding broken pieces of pottery in her hand. âIâm sorry, Charles.â
âNo, baby, itâs fine.â He kissed the tears flowing down her face. âAs long as you are not hurt.â
The terrace.
Charles was heading to airport when a peanut hit the top of his head. âI love you, Charles! Forever!â
He ran back up the stairs to tell her for the first time, âI love you. Forever.â
Charles spoke to his walls, âI canât stay here.â He ran out of his apartment, barely grabbing a coat to shield him from the early morning cold.
âMake sure to bring a jacket. We canât have you catching a cold.â
Outside was no better. ïżŒ
The streets that were under her feet, she preferred to walk everywhere. The sounds she couldnât fall asleep without. He found his way into their favorite cafe. It was early enough for it anyway.
He stumbled on his words, buying two coffees. When he sipped her order, he could faintly remember the taste of it on her lips.
Charles continued to wander eventually passing luxury stores. He hears his name through the haze of memories. âMonsieur Leclerc!â
His body turns. He greets the bald jeweler and enters the store on autopilot.
âYouâre early to pick up but we have your item ready for you.â
He didnât need it but he took it anyway. ïżŒ
As Charles walks back to his own personal hell, a red velvet box, word engraved in gold, is jostled in his pocket. Etched into a delicate gold band, âForever.â
When people say they cry while writing fics I donât believe them. Yâall I was sobbing. ïżŒđ
if regency charles isnât the prince of a budding monaco whoâs not in love with the diamond of the season but more interested in the music and animal loving wallflower (whoâs probably not even a part of society) what are we doing???
You have a reputation for being high maintenance, Max thinks youâre perfect (oneshot)
Authorâs Note: if you canât tell I have major writers block on my kill bill series⊠this is why you plan folks! Iâve kinda written myself into a corner. However, I love doing these lil oneshots so hereâs another :)
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â user3 : at that point itâs a skill issue⊠if they knew they couldnât keep up they shouldnât have started dating her
â user1 : you females will defend each other no matter how in the wrong you are.
â user3 : not fighting with a dude who calls women females
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â maxverstappen1 : couldnât be me Iâm very secure in my masculinity!
â user5 : MAX VERSTAPPEN!!!!??????
â user6 : what is bro doing here
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â user1 : brother run away whilst you can sheâll only drain your energy and your bank account.
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â maxverstappen1 : of course you can just keep it!
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â maxverstappen1 : no worries say hi to pascale and Leo for me!
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âdanielricciardo : I only speak the truth đ€
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â yourusername : stop trying to steal my man!
â danielricciardo : he was mine first!!
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Heyy not sure if youâre comfortable writing smut but I have a spicy request where Christian calls max while him and the reader are in the middle of having sex and he picks up lollâŠ..
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The room was dimly lit, casting a warm glow that danced across the walls. The evening had started innocently enoughâdinner, a few glasses of wine, and the kind of conversation that made you feel closer than ever. Now, you were tangled in the sheets with Max Verstappen, your bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace. The world outside ceased to exist as you lost yourselves in each other.
Maxâs hands roamed your body, exploring every inch with a hunger that made your heart race. His lips traced a path down your neck, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. You were laying on your front, your ass up in the air as he fucked you from behind.
Just as the intensity between you reached its peak, Maxâs phone rang, the sound startling you both. Max hesitated for a moment, his breath hot against your skin, before groaning in frustration.
âFor fucks sake, can't even fuck my girlfriend in peace.â he muttered, clearly annoyed by the interruption.
You watched as he reached for the phone, his other hand still caressing your thigh. Glancing at the screen, he saw it was his manager calling. Max sighed, knowing he couldnât ignore the call, no matter how badly he wanted to.
âItâs Christian,â he said, looking at you apologetically.
You huffed, as he just pushed your head down, back into the pillows, one hand holding his phone to his ear, the other holding both your arms behind your back as he continued to slam into you. With a smirk, he answered the call, his voice slightly breathless.
âHi Christian, what's up?â Max said, trying to keep his tone professional. âUh, no iâm not busy.â You narrowed your eyes at him.
As his manager started talking, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You pressed your ass back into his as he slowed now, not taking as much effort into fucking you, too englufed in the phone call. You pushed back, fucking yourself on his cock, whimpering and moaning, quiet enough for Christian not to hear, but loud enough for Max to know exactly what you were trying to do. Maxâs breath hitched, and he shot you a warning look, but you just grinned mischievously.
Max struggled to focus on the conversation, his voice wavering slightly. âUh-huh, yeah, I got it,â he said, trying to maintain his composure, but that became difficult when you clenched around him, putting a hand down to your clit, playing with it.
"Gonna cum, gonna cum Maxie, please." You whispered as Max grabbed your hair, pulling you up against his chest, still facing away from him. Grabbing your chin, he put two fingers in your mouth as a desperate plea to shut you up. You suck on his fingers, dazed after being fucked.
âOkay, Iâll take care of it,â Max managed to say, his voice strained.
Your head fell back onto his shoulder, still sat on his cock, still trying to get him to move.
âIâll call you back later,â Max said quickly, ending the call before his manager could respond. He tossed the phone aside, his attention fully back on you.
âYouâre going to pay for that,â he growled, his voice low and filled with desire.
âOh, really?â you practically slurred, a playful glint in your eyes.
Max didnât waste any time. He flipped you over onto your back, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. The intensity in his gaze made your heart skip a beat. He was determined to show you exactly who was in control.
âYou think you can tease me and get away with it baby?â he whispered against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine.
âI'm sorry Maxie, just love your cock." You cried out as he thrust into you with speed. "You're such a brat," he murmured.
"If Christian heard anything, you're gonna be so fucking in for it." He said, giving you a harsh smack on the ass.
Summary: A chaotic reader who needs to buy a car, which is ironic considering that all her friends drive the fastest cars in the world. (Ft. All the boys youâve loved before)
Part 1 w/ Max Verstappen
Part 2 w/ Charles Leclerc
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[3.5k] after his iconic first race win in formula one, lando gets to celebrate with his three favourite people. or, the charlandax smut i accidentally promised after a lando win with a lestappen podium. (smut)
note: this is fucking filthy and i kinda feel like i need to go to a confession booth. okay bye, nobody perceive me after this. sheâs also unedited so beware (Iâm too lazy to reread and edit rn)
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Lando Norris felt like he was on top of the fucking world but maybe that was just how it felt from the top step of the podium.
It hadnât really hit him yet, despite his ears ringing from his own screams and the cheers from the crowd and the fans and his own team. It didnât feel real until the national anthem began playing through the speakers, until he heard his team singing along, until he realised this was his reality.Â
He was a Grand Prix winner.Â
Finally.Â
Surreal was the only word to describe how he felt. After years of second-place and third-place podium finishes, of people telling him his time would come, of having so many close calls, he did it. He fucking did it. And he didnât just skim a win, it was fully fucking his as he soared past the chequered flag.
And for once, Lando basked in the knowledge that all eyes were on him. It didnât give him that prickling, itching feeling under his skin. It didnât make him want to hunch his shoulders up to his ears. It didnât make the little voice in the back of his head send him spiralling over every little thing he could be doing wrong.Â
He had just won the Miami Grand Prix and everyone was staring at him and he fucking loved it.
But it meant more than just a win to Lando, it meant so much more than a trophy to add to his collection back home. It was about the years spent achieving this dream. It was about the effort and the support he had from the team to reach this point. It was about sharing this moment and standing on the podium with two people who meant the fucking world to him with the third watching all three of them from down below.Â
It meant the fucking world to Lando.Â
It was a blur of happiness and excitement and adrenaline as he stood on that top step. It felt like he was in a movie when the trophy was handed to him, the number one staring back at him like it was reminding him he had done it. It felt like a fucking dream when the champagne celebration started, his hand barely wrapped around the neck of the bottle when Charles and Max drenched and drowning him in champagne.
It was completely fucking unbelievable this was finally his reality.
Time was a blur of big smiles, loud cheers and so many people congratulating him. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, it made something in his chest burst with pride as he felt his team slap him on the back as he walked through the garage. He felt like his life was complete when you threw your arms around him, tugging him close until your bodies felt like one.
âMâso cold,â he murmured as he wound his arms around you, holding you closer as he buries his face into your neck for some privacy, despite the countless cameras pointing at him.
âIâm so proud of you,â you whispered back, just loud enough for him to hear because he was the only one who mattered in that moment. âThis is the first of many.â
He sniffled, feeling his throat close up a bit but he just squeezed you tighter when the words didnât come out as smoothly as he wanted.Â
However, you were pulled away from him seconds later as he was directed towards the camera. With media duties and team debriefs and many more commitments, he didnât have time to stop and celebrate with the people he wanted. He had to perform for the cameras, for the fans, for the people watching before he could.Â
And honestly, he couldn't complain. There were worse problems to have.
His brain was running a million miles an hour, so many thoughts and feelings and emotions to try and comprehend that he barely noticed the other person in his driverâs room until the door shut behind him and he felt a pair of lips on his.Â
âI am so proud of you, mon champion,â Charles murmured against his lips, the kiss short-lived due to the huge smile on his face. He pulled back enough to look at Lando properly, his hands holding the Britâs face. âSo, so proud of you.â
Lando felt his cheeks burn. âMâglad you and Max were up there with me,â he admitted, that funny feeling in his chest returning before he glanced around the room noticing that Charles was the only one in his driver room. âWhere are the others?â Pause. âHow did you even sneak in here?â
âI have my ways,â Charles answered vaguely, his eyes glinting with mischief. âAnd Iâm here to help you hurry up. They are waiting in the car.âÂ
Lando snorted. âAnd they sent you to hurry me up?âÂ
âI may have come third, mon amour, but Iâm still fast.âÂ
Despite his words, it took a few more minutes of Charles pressing kisses all over his face and mumbling a load of French that Lando didnât understand before he was finally able to grab his belongings and make it out of the McLaren motorhome.Â
His whole body was buzzing with energy, far too hyped up to even care about the way his face burned when he climbed into the backseat of Charlesâ race weekend car, unable to wipe the smile off his face.Â
This.Â
This was what he had been waiting for.Â
This moment to be with the people who loved more than his heart knew he was capable of. A moment to be with the people who believed in him no matter what, even when the rest of the world doubted him.Â
And if Lando was being so completely honest, he was so lost in the buzz of his win that he didnât think anything about your hand resting on his upper thigh. He was still lost in the race a few hours ago, still lost in the feeling of crossing the line and hearing Willâs voice over the radio confirming he secured his first Formula One Grand Prix win.Â
So lost in that moment that he barely had a chance to drop his backpack on the floor of Maxâs huge hotel suite before the Dutchman was reaching for him. With the privacy of the hotel room door locked from the rest of the world, Max didnât hold back as he raked his hand through Landoâs curls. His fingers twisted in his hair, tugging sharply as his teeth nipped the Britâs bottom lip.Â
Lando couldnât help himself when he let out a whine.
âFuck,â Max groaned, tugging on his hair again as he watched Landoâs eyes flutter shut. âLook at our race winner, hm? So pretty, schat.â
Landoâs lips parted but words were lost on him. Instead, his eyes darted where you saddled up against Maxâs side, head resting on his shoulder as you looked at Lando with a massive grin.Â
âI think you broke him,â you teased, a faux pout on your lips. âGuess that throws all our plans out the window.â
Lando blinked before quickly shaking his head. âIâno, wait, what plans?â
Max grinned. âYour reward, baby. Didnât think we were gonna celebrate your big day, huh?â
âIââ Lando paused, feeling something deep in his stomach twist in desire. âI justâŠI donât know. I thought we were gonna go outâŠor something.â
âWe could,â Charles spoke up as he slipped in behind Lando, his hands on the younger boyâs waist. âIf thatâs what you want. We can go out and celebrate with everyone else.â
Lando swallowed. âOr?â
âOr,â you repeated, your eyes lingering on his kiss-swollen lips. âYou let us treat you like a proper race winner.â
âAnd what does that treatment include?â Lando asked, because that was just who he was. That little brat in him that wanted to know his options, that wanted to know exactly how he was being rewarded, who wanted to know exactly what was getting done to him. The little brat in him that was mouthy and sassy and usually got put in his placeâthat wanted to be put in his place.
And Max knew that. He knew that if he reached down, Lando was probably half-hard already. He knew that no matter what he said, Land would be down for it. He could see the glint in the Britâs eyes, that realisation of what he could have without realising it.Â
âAnything you want,â Max murmured, his thumb lightly tracing along Landoâs bottom lip. âYouâre the winner, Lando. Our winner.â
âŠ
Anything you want.Â
That was his limitâcompletely fucking endless. He had all the control in the palm of his hands to do whatever he pleased, whatever he desired, whatever he fucking wanted.Â
But that wasnât what Lando wanted. He didnât want to be in charge. He didnât want to be the person making the calls and decisions. That wasnât his role in the bedroom and he never really wanted to be. He liked being the one who got to lay back, the one that people tried to tame and dominate only to realise he didnât listen as easily as people wanted.Â
He liked being the one that people worked to break.Â
So, that was exactly what Max gave to him and Lando only slightly regretted his decision as he slumped back against the Dutchman, grinding his ass back against the older boyâs straining cock as he threw his head back against Maxâs shoulder.
âPlease, please, please,â Lando whined, trying to buck his hips forwards but Max kept his body in place, just where he wanted him. âSâtoo much.â
âI know, schatje,â Max mused, pressing a lingering kiss at the base of his neck just to hear Lando let out a small moan at the contact. âBut look how pretty they look for you, all for you. You donât want them to stop, do you?âÂ
But Lando couldnât bring himself to respond.Â
âNone of that,â Max muttered, squeezing Landoâs sides to get the boy to listen. âThought my winner was gonna be good for me, huh? Look at them, Lando. Look how good they are being for you. Look at how much they are enjoying this.â
The boy only managed to let out a whimper as he fluttered his eyes open, his chin tucking into his chest as he looked down at the sight Max was demanding of him.Â
And, fuck, it made his knees buckle.
The two of you were absolute fucking messes. It felt like something out of a porno, one that would have Lando panting and whining and fantasising about because never once did he think it was realistic. And yet, here you and Charles were, looking like something out of his deepest desires.Â
He couldnât focus on one of you, it would have been a crime to not stare and ogle you both. The way you both looked utterly perfect on your knees in front of him, glossy eyes and flushed cheeks and looking so fucking blissed out as you both worshipped his cockâlike you were fulfilling a purpose, like this was what the two of you were made for.Â
And it was messy as fuck, something that maybe would have been gross to everyone else in the world, but Lando thought it was so fucking hot. The evidence of his previous orgasms splattered across you both, covering your lips and chins and naked chests. The way your lips wrapped around the head of his cock as Charles licked down the underside of his cock until he nosed Lando's balls. The way Charles had one hand wrapped around his leaking cock, pumping and stroking himself as you squeezed and played with your tits like it would give you some relief.Â
But it wasnât about your pleasure or Charlesâ or Maxâs.Â
It was all about Lando.Â
âSuch good sluts on their knees for you,â Max muttered, lips brushing against his ear as his warm breath tickled against Landoâs skin. âUsually thatâs you, schat. Getting on your knees for me, doing whatever I tell you.â
âFuck,â he let out in a breathless whimper, turning his head to try and nuzzle his face into Maxâs neck.Â
âDo you like this, Lando? Like seeing them be such whores for your cock? So desperate and needy?â Max continued, his hands tightening on the younger boyâs waist as he looked down at you and Charles.
You let out a whine at his words, your thighs clenched together and your eyes fluttering shut as you traced your tongue along the slit of his cock. Your moans vibrated around his cock, leaving the boy a puddle underneath your touch as Charles placed wet, open-mouthed kisses along his balls.Â
âBet they would stay there all night if you wanted them to,â Max mused as his eyes caught teary green eyes staring up at him, desperation shining in the pretty colour of them. âBet Charles would love to take your cock down his pretty throat, he always does it so well for me. Hm, amour? Think you could take our pretty winnerâs cock like a good boy?â
The sound Charles let out was pitiful and straight out of a fucking porno.
âMax,â Lando breathed out, his hands reaching back to try and grab onto the Dutchman. âPlease, I-I needâŠâ
âWhat do you need?â Max questioned, squeezing his sides. âNeed more than their mouths, baby? Or maybe you need more than that.â
Lando felt his whole face burn as he let out a shameless moan when one of Maxâs hands began wandering, when his fingers brushed along his skin before squeezing the fat of his ass.Â
âThe champagne wasnât enough, hm? Maybe we need to fill you up,â Max suggested, like it was something as casual as talking about dinner options. âBet youâd feel so nice and tight around me, baby. Maybe let Charles fill your pretty throat instead.â
âPlease,â Lando whined.
âYeah, you want that?â He could feel Maxâs smile against his skin. âLet our pretty girl bounce on your cock whilst we fill you up? She would look so pretty sitting on top of you.â
Lando nodded his head vigorously, his nails slightly digging into Maxâs skin. âI need it, Max, need it so bad.â
Maxâs teeth scraped along the side of his neck. âBeg for it.âÂ
So he did.Â
He begged for it until his voice was hoarse and his legs were shaking and his babbles were practically incoherent. He begged until he felt Maxâs lips on his skin, joined by Charles and yours moments later as you three kissed and worshipped every inch of his body. He begged until his face was burning red, his blush spreading down his neck and chest as you praised himâyour race winnerâuntil he couldnât take it any more.
He begged for it as you held his face, prepping kisses all over his face whilst Max worked him open.Â
He begged for it as Charles marked along his neck and chest to help him relax as Max slowly slid inside him, stretching him open until he was a whimpering mess.
He begged for it as you slowly sunk down on his cock, your cunt already soaking and slick with your own arousal as he buried himself inside you.Â
He begged for it until his hands were gripping Charlesâ thighs, nails digging into his skin as he urged his cock further down his throat until he felt fucking full.
âFuck, baby,â you moaned, rocking your hips back and forth as you let your hands skim along his skin. Your fingers traced along the planes of his abs, watching them softly clench under your touch before you traced along his sides. You kept your hands moving, feeling the need to touch every fucking inch of him as he preened and squirmed under your touch. âYou look so perfect like this.âÂ
Lando let out a muffled moan around Charlesâ cock.
âLetting us fill you up, make you feel so good,â you continued, the walls of your pussy clenching around him. âThis is what our race winner deserves. So pretty and fast today, baby, itâs so hot.â
One of his hands let go of Charles, blindly reaching out towards you until you caught the hint to intertwine your fingers together. You raised it to your lips, pressing a soft kiss onto the back of his hand and something about the soft gesture whilst his body was being fucked into an inch of his life made the boy spiral.Â
He couldnât do anything but just take it, let the overwhelming pleasure wash over him until his whole body felt like it was on fire. His nerve endings felt like they had been turned up beyond the dial, like every touch was more thrilling than he could ever imagine. The words of praise was a muffled mess around him, three voices all mixed together as he felt hands all over his body. He felt safe, he felt full, he felt complete.Â
It was a blur of too much pleasure and excitement and gratification when he finally came, white spots dotting his vision as he felt himself completely spill inside you whilst your cunt clenched around him, as Maxâs cock hit the perfect spot deep inside him with every thrust. He was so lost in his own orgasm, in his own moans and whines and noises to fully realise the domino effect he started.Â
To really appreciate the sight of you coming on his cock, bouncing up and down on his cock whilst your tits moved with each thrust. To really enjoy the sensation of Max coming deep inside him, squeezing him so hard that he was sure his skin would bruise the next day. To watch the way Charles stroked himself a few more times before spilling over his chest, just for you to lean down and lick up the mess until you leaned down to kiss him senseless.Â
To be completely honest, he was waiting to wake up and realise this whole day was a dream.Â
But he blinked. And blinked once more for good measure. And your smiling face was still there to reassure him this was real, that everything about today was real.Â
âHey,â he whispered, voice a little rough and hoarse.Â
âHey, baby,â you grinned back at him as you raised your hand to gently cup his face, your thumb wiping away a few stray tears that slipped out. âHow are you feeling, Mr Race Winner?â
And despite the exhaustion settled deep in his bones, Lando beamed at you. âFeel like Iâm the king of this fucking world.â
You giggled. âThen our job here is complete.âÂ
Lando huffed out a laugh, his eyes fluttering shut as he tried to fight the urge to curl up and sleep for the next week straight.Â
âDonât tell me thatâs you done for the night,â Maxâs voice spoke from somewhere else in the room, somewhere away from the bed but Lando couldnât bring himself to open his eyes just yet. âThereâs a whole city wanting to celebrate with you tonight.â
âUgh, being a race winner is so much work,â Lando whined playfully, reaching for you to pull you closer before you could pull away from him. âLetâs just stay here forever.â
âAll a part of the title, mon amour,â Charles teased as he settled down beside the younger boy on the bed. He leaned in, placing a quick kiss to Landoâs forehead. âI heard the other drivers making bets on who could buy you the most shots.â
Lando let out a breath. âFuck, they are gonna try to kill me.â
âWe wouldnât let that happen,â you assured him, but he could hear the smile in your voice. âIâm sure Max would join you.â
âThanks, schat,â Max grumbled as he wandered back into the room, a wet washcloth in his hand. âWe have a few hours before we are meant to meet everyone anyways. Have a nap, you can shower when you wake up.â
Lando blinked his eyes open, a cheeky smile on his face. âAlone?â
Max rolled his eyes. âItâs never enough for you.â
âIâm a high maintenance guy,â Lando replied.Â
âWe know,â you murmured with a snort, only to gasp when he pinched your side. âHey!â
âYou canât yell at me, Iâm a race winner,â he shot back at you, grinning wider when you rolled your eyes.Â
âYes, that is exactly how this works,â Charles snorted as he slumped down on the pillow beside Lando, reaching for the Brit to curl up beside him. âThat and club blowjobs.â
âIt was one time,â Max grumbled. âAnd it wasnât even my idea!â
âI didnât regret it for a second,â you smiled shamelessly at the Dutchman before raising your hand, trying to pull him down onto the bed with the three of you. âCâmon, we can clean up properly later. I wanna cuddle.âÂ
âSo needy.â
âIn the wise words of race winner Lando Norris, Iâm a high maintenance guy.â
âHell yeah, baby,â Lando murmured, his cheek pressed into the pillow with a sleepy smile on his face. âSomeone stitch that onto a pillow.âÂ
there's something very sweet about charles and max sharing a car to get to the podium and leaving together after the celebrations so they can keep talking to each other
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