✦ about me: hi my name is izzy and I'm a wildlife biologist. i love supernatural (dean is loml) and sometimes i try to write :) 🎧 : lana del rey, nelly furtado, one direction ✦ favourite drivers : max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz ✦ favorite team : scuderia ferrari
feat. max verstappen, lando norris, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, liam lawson, franco colapinto, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton
A/N - had a crazy idea and wrote this little thing hehe..hope you guys like it <3
SUMMARY - a little map of how the f1 drivers would taste and touch… if they were ice cream flavours. some melt slow and sweet, others scorch straight through you.
M A X V E R S T A P P E N DOUBLE DARK CHOCOLATE 🤎 ✶ flavor: heavy, rich, almost sinful — irresistible and all-consuming. Max is pure dominance…there's no lightness in him that he wants you. Just the rich, brutal kind of need that leaves marks on your neck and heart.
- in bed: he doesn’t just take, he claims you. He’s a storm that doesn't stop until you're shaking. His voice is rough in your ear, and when he murmurs “je voelt zo goed, schat” against your throat, you just lose your mind. And you don’t just cum — you crash into him.
- essence: the kind of man who makes you feel utterly owned and you love every second.
L A N D O N O R R I S COOKIES AND CREAM 🍪 ✶ flavor: sweet, mischievous, messy and very charming. he's chaotic — but once he locks onto you, there's a dark streak of wildness he hides behind the jokes. He’s the kind of boy who acts like he’s harmless… until he’s not.
- in bed: playful at first, teasing and tickling — but once he's turned on? OH he pins your wrists up, bites down on your lower lip..His voice drops, his eyes go dark, and he growls, “You think I was playing, love?” you’re not giggling anymore, you’re gasping and begging.
- essence: the boy who turns into a full-blown wolf when you least expect it.
C H A R L E S L E C L E R C HONEYCOMB CRUNCH 🍯 ✶ flavor: sweet and angelic at first but has a sharp shatter once you bite in. Charles is like romance and sunshine but under that beauty, there's an intense hunger to own you and ruin you.
- in bed: worshipful touches and sultry kisses….he whispers sinful french things to you in between. But the sweetness cracks the moment you whimper his name. His jaw clenches and he snaps. the kisses grow hungrier, rougher and desperate.
- essence: the golden boy who not so secretly wants to wreck you behind closed doors.
C A R L O S S A I N Z SPICY MANGO SORBET 🥭 ✶ flavor: sweet mango sorbet laced with chili heat — smooth sweetness that lingers on your lips before the burn hits. Carlos is warmth, mischief, and just enough fire to leave your mouth tingling and wanting more.
- in bed: the perfect mix of sensuality and intensity. at first, he's gentle and smooth with movements, but the moment you tug on his hair, there comes the spicy kick of chili and the switch flips. the playful charm? gone. It’s replaced by intensity and hunger. And he loves watching you beg.
- essence: The man who can't decide if he wants to worship you or devour you — so he does both.
L I A M L A W S O N STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE 🍓 ✶ flavor: playful, but with an intense twist when it melts. deceptively sweet. At first bite, it’s soft, light, almost innocent — like summer afternoons. but then the strawberry hits: tart, rich, just a little wild.
- in bed: sloppy kisses, hands everywhere — like fire sparks across your body… the moment that next door boy charm vanishes, what’s left is pure, hungry chaos…hands gripping harder and mouth demanding.
- essence: the boy who once you push the right button, turns feral faster than you can blink.
F R A N C O C O L A P I N T O VANILLA AND DULCE DE LECHE SWIRL 🍦 ✶ flavor: classic warmth wrapped in golden sweetness — comforting but with a sinful caramel edge. Franco feels bright and boyish on the outside but underneath, there's a golden heat that's far more dangerous (and delicious).
- in bed: smiling kisses that turn hot and greedy, hands everywhere, voice low and whispering ‘buena chica’ as you take him. He’s sweet and loving at first but rough when you beg for more.
- essence: The sweetest boy who smiles like a dream — and then kisses you like a man who's secretly been starving for you all along.
O S C A R P I A S T R I BLOOD ORANGE & DARK CHOCOLATE 🍊 ✶ flavor: sharp, rich, unforgettable — cool at first, but then dizzying heat. Oscar's calm hides a sharp, clever hunger, he's not loud about wanting you, but when he strikes, he leaves you breathless.
- in bed: you would thought he's soft at first but you're absolutely wrong, he reads your every gasp, every shiver... — then ravages you once his control snaps. And by the time you’re clutching at the sheets — absolutely wrecked, he’s still watching you like he’s not done yet.
- essence: the silent storm who you pretend you can handle.. until you realise, you absolutely can't.
L E W I S H A M I L T O N SALTED CARAMEL 🍨 ✶ flavor: rich, luxurious, heavy with sweetness which is almost intoxicating. Lewis looks so perfectly composed, but beneath it all, he's heat, spice and something a little dangerous if you ask for it.
- in bed: soft hands, deep kisses, slow grind. he likes to takes his time, drawing out every whimper, every shiver and when you finally moan his name, he just smirks, voice dark, “That’s it, baby… let me hear you.” He’s got you pinned, aching and drowning in him. You’re GONE!
- essence: the king who treats you like royalty... until he decides to make you his little prisoner in the sheets.
okay this is gorgeous actually what the fuck… how you write and use words is actually like mesmerising to me i fucking loved this and the entire concept so much !!
feat. max verstappen, lando norris, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, liam lawson, franco colapinto, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton
A/N - had a crazy idea and wrote this little thing hehe..hope you guys like it <3
SUMMARY - a little map of how the f1 drivers would taste and touch… if they were ice cream flavours. some melt slow and sweet, others scorch straight through you.
M A X V E R S T A P P E N DOUBLE DARK CHOCOLATE 🤎 ✶ flavor: heavy, rich, almost sinful, irresistible and all-consuming. Max is pure dominance…there's no lightness in him that he wants you. Just the rich, brutal kind of need that leaves marks on your neck and heart.
- in bed: he doesn’t just take, he claims you. He’s a storm that doesn't stop until you're shaking. His voice is rough in your ear, and when he murmurs “je voelt zo goed, schat” against your throat, you just lose your mind. And you don’t just cum, you crash into him.
- essence: the kind of man who makes you feel utterly owned and you love every second.
L A N D O N O R R I S COOKIES AND CREAM 🍪 ✶ flavor: sweet, mischievous, messy and very charming. he's chaotic — but once he locks onto you, there's a dark streak of wildness he hides behind the jokes. He’s the kind of boy who acts like he’s harmless… until he’s not.
- in bed: playful at first, teasing and tickling but once he's turned on? OH he pins your wrists up, bites down on your lower lip..His voice drops, his eyes go dark, and he growls, “You think I was playing, love?” you’re not giggling anymore, you’re gasping and begging.
- essence: the boy who turns into a full-blown wolf when you least expect it.
C H A R L E S L E C L E R C HONEYCOMB CRUNCH 🍯 ✶ flavor: sweet and angelic at first but has a sharp shatter once you bite in. Charles is like romance and sunshine but under that beauty, there's an intense hunger to own you and ruin you.
- in bed: worshipful touches and sultry kisses….he whispers sinful french things to you in between. But the sweetness cracks the moment you whimper his name. His jaw clenches and he snaps. the kisses grow hungrier, rougher and desperate.
- essence: the golden boy who not so secretly wants to wreck you behind closed doors.
C A R L O S S A I N Z SPICY MANGO SORBET 🥭 ✶ flavor: sweet mango sorbet laced with chili heat, smooth sweetness that lingers on your lips before the burn hits. Carlos is warmth, mischief, and just enough fire to leave your mouth tingling and wanting more.
- in bed: the perfect mix of sensuality and intensity. at first, he's gentle and smooth with movements, but the moment you tug on his hair, there comes the spicy kick of chili and the switch flips. the playful charm? gone. It’s replaced by intensity and hunger. And he loves watching you beg.
- essence: The man who can't decide if he wants to worship you or devour you..so he does both.
L I A M L A W S O N STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE 🍓 ✶ flavor: playful, but with an intense twist when it melts. deceptively sweet. At first bite, it’s soft, light, almost innocent like summer afternoons. but then the strawberry hits: tart, rich, just a little wild.
- in bed: sloppy kisses, hands everywhere like fire sparks across your body… the moment that next door boy charm vanishes, what’s left is pure, hungry chaos…hands gripping harder and mouth demanding.
- essence: the boy who once you push the right button, turns feral faster than you can blink.
F R A N C O C O L A P I N T O VANILLA AND DULCE DE LECHE SWIRL 🍦 ✶ flavor: classic warmth wrapped in golden sweetness, comforting but with a sinful caramel edge. Franco feels bright and boyish on the outside but underneath, there's a golden heat that's far more dangerous (and delicious).
- in bed: smiling kisses that turn hot and greedy, hands everywhere, voice low and whispering ‘buena chica’ as you take him. He’s sweet and loving at first but rough when you beg for more.
- essence: The sweetest boy who smiles like a dream and then kisses you like a man who's secretly been starving for you all along.
O S C A R P I A S T R I BLOOD ORANGE & DARK CHOCOLATE 🍊 ✶ flavor: sharp, rich, unforgettable, cool at first, but then dizzying heat. Oscar's calm hides a sharp, clever hunger, he's not loud about wanting you, but when he strikes, he leaves you breathless.
- in bed: you would thought he's soft at first but you're absolutely wrong, he reads your every gasp, every shiver... then ravages you once his control snaps. And by the time you’re clutching at the sheets absolutely wrecked, he’s still watching you like he’s not done yet.
- essence: the silent storm who you pretend you can handle.. until you realise, you absolutely can't.
L E W I S H A M I L T O N SALTED CARAMEL 🍨 ✶ flavor: rich, luxurious, heavy with sweetness which is almost intoxicating. Lewis looks so perfectly composed, but beneath it all, he's heat, spice and something a little dangerous if you ask for it.
- in bed: soft hands, deep kisses, slow grind. he likes to takes his time, drawing out every whimper, every shiver and when you finally moan his name, he just smirks, voice dark, “That’s it, baby… let me hear you.” He’s got you pinned, aching and drowning in him. You’re GONE!
- essence: the king who treats you like royalty... until he decides to make you his little prisoner in the sheets.
I think today was a great example of why we like to call Max and Charles emotional support rivals.
Max going straight to Charles’ number 3 stand to yap while keeping his interview brief was such a delight to witness. But after he’d returned to his stand to hydrate, Charles at one point walked up to him to continue the conversation. Max is usually the yapper, he leads their debriefs, but this time the roles were clearly reversed. It was so interesting to see. Max loves to yap, but the minute he is down, Charles will make sure to keep the conversation going.
Even in the cooldown room - he made sure to include Max and keep the conversation flowing. The Max Verstappen podcast worked just as well as the Charles Leclerc podcast.
content warning - smut, MINORS DNI, threesome, m/f/m (no m/m), fingering, oral (female and male receiving), unprotected sex (be responsible NEVER DO THAT), riding, terms of endearment like schatje and my broken french word count - 2.3k A/N - there is no plot, its just straight up smut lol. Also this is my first time writing a threesome so excuse my mistakes :) hope you like it! <3
summary - what starts as a night with Max takes an unexpected turn when Charles walks in…and stays. By the end, you all were wrecked. Beautifully, perfectly wrecked.
Third Person's POV -
His kisses were soft on your skin and his hand had the perfect little pressure on your neck. His breath felt hot onto your skin as he praised with his dirty words. He smelled very scrumptious. His fingers felt so good, just exactly how you had imagined “Such a pretty girl..' Charles says as he kisses your cheeks.
You had absolutely no idea how you'd ended up in this situation. Maybe it was the tequila. Maybe it wasn't. It wasn't like it happened out of nowhere. You had talked to Max about trying something different about maybe involving Charles. The idea made you blush, made your heart race, but you hadn't exactly said no. You knew it might happen eventually... just not this soon.
But now, here you were on your knees for Max when the door creaked open and Charles stepped inside, clearly not expecting the sight that met him. You froze. Max didn't. He looked over his shoulder, a slow smirk spreading across his face.
"You're staring" Max said, with a glance at Charles, "Get out or....join us"
The room fell silent for a minute. You and Charles both stared at him, equally stunned.
But neither of you said no.
“Well I uh—” Charles scratched the back of his neck with a faint blush on his cheeks.
Before anything else could be said, Max's phone buzzed loudly on the table.
"Shit, I have to take this," Max groaned. He leaned down to kiss your temple, whispering, "Sorry," before stepping out onto the sundeck with his phone pressed to his ear leaving you and Charles alone in the room.
And it wasn't just a 2 minutes call, Max was out for what it seemed like hours.
“So..any plans for next weekend?” Charles asked to cut the silence between. “No, maybe..” you replied.
“Maybe you can come by Ferrari then.” he smiles softly. He moved closer, his tall frame casting a shadow over you. You sat on the couch, legs folded beneath you, hands resting on your lap. You look up at him, thinking what must be going in his mind. But he was just admiring you. Your pretty features, your flushed cheeks and your doe eyes. He was imagining what would you look like on your knees from him.
“Vous êtes si belle” Charles say, his voice low and raspy. You did not what it meant and before you could ask he sinks down to the floor, gently pushing your legs apart and settling between them.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked.
"Yes." you nod.
His lips found yours, slow and soft at first. You pulled him closer, tugging at his shirt and on top of you. His hand slid to your thigh, lifting it so you could wrap it around his waist. The kiss deepened, less patient and more urgent and you grab onto soft fabric of his linen shirt. He tasted like wine and want. His kiss was all you had though how it would be, so perfect.
"Whoa hey you guys started without me?” you both looked up at Max like kids getting caught doing something they shouldn't.
"Well you were out for ages! what were we supposed to do?" you pout. Max’s grin widened as he made his way to the bed, just a few feet from the couch. "Well then go on, don't stop on my account..” he said.
Charles hesitated for a moment, looking to Max for permission one last time. Max gave him a subtle nod, and that was all he needed. He turned back to you, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek and silently asking for permission.
And you gladly gave him.
He leaned in to kiss you again, slower this time. His hand slid down your side, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your top to touch bare skin. Then, gently, he reached lower, rubbing his fingers on your clothed core, tracing the delicate lace.
“Let me see you,” he whispered.
You lifted your hips for him without hesitation. His fingers hooked into the waistband, slipping your lingerie down your legs.
He ran his hands along your thighs, parting them further. Then his fingers returned to where you needed him most, sliding between your folds. Bare, slick and ready.
His fingers slipped inside you with practiced ease. Your back arched, moaning softly into his mouth.
"You're so wet already," Charles murmured, kissing her neck. He helps Your lips parted as he slid his fingers in and out of your wet core.
But then suddenly he pulled his fingers out and you whimpered at the emptiness. He shifted your leg, resting it over his shoulder and sliding his fingers back in, deeper now. The new angle made you cry out his name.
"Charles..." you moaned, trembling beneath him.
From across the room, Max's groan echoed hers.
"So good, such a good girl.." Charles praised and you clenched around his fingers.
"You like that?"' he groaned at the sensation and all you can do is mouth a silent yes.
The room filled with wet, indecent sounds because of how wet you were, your arousal coating his fingers with every movement. Charles lowered his head and kissed along your inner thigh. Your body was flushed, trembling, consumed by the pleasure.
"So gorgeous, so pretty," he whispered, brushing a kiss to her lower belly.
Max was leaning back on the couch, trying to keep his composure seeing Charles fuck his girlfriend silly with his fingers. But you could see the strain in his jaw, the tightness in his muscles.
Charles's mouth hovered just over your center. His eyes flicked up to yours, asking without words. And when you gave the slightest nod, Charles lowered his head.
The first touch was light, a tease, a single slow glide up your slick folds. Then he did it again, this time firmer, more deliberate. Your fingers tangled in his hair, hips rolling toward him. But Charles placed a hand on your stomach, holding you down. "Easy there." he murmured into you, voice muffled.
He flicked his tongue over your clit, slow and lazy at first. Then he circled it, sucked gently, and your gasp turned into a moan that echoed around the room.
"Fuck—Charles..."
He didn't answer, only hummed against your core, the vibration sending sparks across your body.
He worked you expertly, his mouth and fingers were in perfect sync, building the pleasure. Your back arched off the bed, as pleasure rose in your throat. "I—oh my God, Charles—I'm close—"
"Then come for me," he said, voice dark and soft, lips brushing against your soaked folds.
And you did.
The orgasm came through you like a wave. Your hands fisting in his hair as your whole body trembled. You cried out his name, breathless, eyes fluttering shut.
He didn't stop right away. He just slowed his movements, helping you ride it out, coaxing every last drop of pleasure from your body.
When he finally pulled away, his mouth and fingers glistening, he looked up at you with a sort of pride.
"Magnifique," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh before gently laying beside you.
You were panting, dazed, trying to recover from the intensity. Charles pulled you into his arms and kissed your forehead.
"You're incredible," he murmured. "I could watch you come for me over and over."
Your chest rose and fell with shallow, uneven breaths. Charles kissed you again softer and sweet, letting you come down from the high he had given. Your body was still pulsing, sensitive and pliant against the couch.
You turned your head to Max who was on the couch, sat watching you.
His eyes were dark, jaw clenched, he looked torn between being patient and falling apart. He had watched everything. Every trembling moan and every cry of Charles's name.
"Max..." you whispered.
You sat up slowly, crawling toward the edge of the bed where he was. Your hands tugging at the waistband of his shorts. He didn't speak, just looked at his girl, flushed, ruined and glowing.
"I want to ride you," you whispered.
Max cupped your jaw gently, brushing his thumb over your cheek. "You sure? You've already—"
"I want to," you said again, firmer now. His eyes softened. "Okay, baby."
He kicked off his shorts again, and you pushed him back onto the bed. Max settled against the pillows, watching you as you straddled his hips. You were still warm and slick from Charles's mouth and you felt needy despite already being wrecked just before few minutes.
You hovered just above Max's length, teasing him with your heat, dragging your wet folds along his length and a groan slipped from his throat.
"Take him" Charles said, his voice thick with his accent and arousal. "Let him feel how wet you are."
And with one slow, steady movement, you sank down onto Max's length. You both moaned at the sensation and Max's grip tightened around your hips as you took him fully.
"Shit—" he hissed. "You feel so good schat"
You began to move, slow at first, grinding down on him with careful rhythm. Your hands braced against his chest for balance as you rocked your hips, taking him deeper each time. He gripped your thighs and guided your pace.
"Look at you," Charles murmured from the edge of the couch, eyes fixed on where your bodies met. "Taking him so well... so greedy, ma belle."
You looked down at Max, whose eyes fluttered open to meet yours, "You're perfect," he breathed, sitting up just enough to press a kiss to your breasts.
You smiled breathlessly, rolling your hips again—and again, until Max's voice broke into curses.
You turn your gaze to meet Charles'— he was watching you both. His lips were swollen, pupils blown and hairs were wild. His one hand lazily stroking himself as his eyes followed every movement you made. Damn he looked so hot. And he was already painfully hard after making you come twice.
You kept riding Max with slow, grinding motions, dragging your hips in a way that made his hands tighten around your waist.
"Sachtje I'm gonna cum—" he growled, his voice rough.
"Come for me Max, don’t hold back…" you whispered, leaning down to kiss him, your lips brushing against his just as you rolled your hips again. "I want to feel you."
Max cursed with his hands digging into your hips, his thrusts meeting yours in a desperate rhythm. His breaths were ragged and his moans were coming undone. "Fuck, fuck—I'm gonna—" he gasped, hips jerking up into you one final time before he came, spilling inside you with a low groan. His arm tight around your waist, panting hard as his climax hit him.
You held him close, pressing soft kisses to his jaw as he came down from his high.
His arms slowly relaxed around you after few moments and he let out a long breath. "You're so fucking gorgeous," he smiled.
You smiled back, stroking his cheek before slipping off of him gently. His cum dripped down your thighs as you stood up.
That's when your eyes met Charles's again.
He was still chasing his own pleasure. He looked wrecked just from watching so you went off to help him.
You knelt between his legs
"Let me take care of you," you whispered.
He nodded silently, eyes locked on you as you wrapped your hand around his length and stroked him a few times, slow, firm, and deliberate.
Then you leaned down and licked a long, teasing stripe along the underside, tasting the salty trace of him on your tongue. Charles hissed in a breath, his hand tangling in your hair as he held you close but didn't push..he lets you take your time.
Your mouth wrapped around him slowly, the warmth of your lips pulling a groan from deep in his chest.
You took more of him in, your tongue swirling, jaw relaxing as you bobbed your head in a steady rhythm. Charles moaned, his grip in your hair tightening just enough to make you lose your mind.
Your mouth was wet and sinful, and the sight of you pleasuring Charles was undeniably hot.
"You feel so good, baby," he rasped. "So fucking good..." he moans.
He was already close, you could feel it in the way his breaths became uneven and how his hand trembled in her hair.
You kept going, faster now, letting him feel every bit of her attention—tongue, lips, hand, all working in sync to pull him apart.
"Je vais venir—" he gasped, his voice cracking. "Baby, I'm going to cum. You can let go—"
But you didn't. You only nodded, eyes locked with his, and held him there as he spilled into your mouth with a guttural groan.
You took it all, all of it, licking him clean, and then you glance up, meeting his eyes with swollen lips and glistening mouth.
Before he could reach for you, Max did.
He grabbed your face and pulled you into a kiss, deep, messy and utterly shameless, his tongue tasting Charles on you. He groaned into it and it turned him on more than it should have.
"That was hot." he murmured against your lips, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. You let out a breathless laugh.
You all three were wrecked. Beautifully, perfectly wrecked.
Actually the only contracts that they should revise are horner's and helmut marko's. And by revise I mean. rip apart. set on fire. throw the ashes on completely different points of the world so they can never ever be put back together or even try to resemble a redbull contract
I still cannot get over the fact that Oscar kept going. Like this man. he was fully stuck in the grass after his team had prevented him from going for the win before with fucking papaya rules, and yet he grit his teeth reversed out and actually scored two points. I cannot imagine what he was feeling that moment in the grass. they had literally marked him as out of the grand prix and he said actually no, fuck that. he is my driver of the day cause he should've won that.
So, I did another one. The 2025 F1 Season Beginner's Guide. Genuinely honoured that a few people requested it and sorry for all the mistakes I've missed. Please enjoy the many recycled jokes from last year and the 2025 exclusive slide "Paddock Pets".
