summary: the public tries to make sense of the relationship you and max share with oscar. some say you’re cheating on max with oscar, others say max is the one cheating with him. you say let the world keep guessing. the only people who deserve to know the truth about the special relationship you three have with each other are those closest to you.
pairing: max verstappen x reader x oscar piastri
fc: madelyn cline
request: Can I order a byob (established relationship) and a host special with Maxcar + reader poly?? Maybe with guilty as sin playing in the background 👀 - @prozacandprosecco
warnings: cheating allegations • misunderstandings • fluff • attempts at humor • likely a mistake or two • time skips • bending the f1 schedule to my will for shits & giggles
vicious speaks: how do i join someone else’s relationship? on a more serious note, i completely fell in love with this couple and it is going to be so hard letting them go 🥲 who knows, maybe i’ll come back to them again in the future, expand on The Great War™️ if anyone wants that 👀
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yn you do not wanna know what i had to promise in order to get these two out of their team kits and into normal clothes 🥲
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maxverstappen1 😏 ♥︎ by author
oscarpiastri and we will be cashing in on said promise!
⤷ yn oh, i bet 😉
⤷ ynmaxcar 🤨
fan oh ynmaxcar i will never be able to form a solid opinion on you
fan this friendship will always feel so random to me lmao
fan my faaaaves
f1gossip 👀
fan yn: this is my boyfriend max and his boyfriend oscar ♥︎ by author
⤷ fan NOT HER LIKING THIS HELLO
fan was that promise a threesom-
⤷ fan SCREAM
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texts from the love triangle (but better) gc
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f1gossip Excuse me, sir? Who has you looking like that? 👀
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fan no cause i could’ve sworn i heard a woman laughing
fan is he hiding a girlfriend???
fan i’d pass out if i was on the receiving end of that look 😮💨
fan whoever it is has him so blushy omg
fan is this the beginning of his soft launch era?
fan where is deuxmoi when you need her
⤷ fan 🙄🙄🙄
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♫ The Blue Nile ・The Downtown Lights
caption: trying to sweat off our hangovers 🥲
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maxverstappen1 can’t wait to see you guys tonight ❤️
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fan i’m here for it 😌
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oscarpiastri finally ❤️ ♥︎ by author
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yn missed you sooo much 😚
⤷ maxverstappen1 missed you more, baby ❤️
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fan umm…😭
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fan do you not know that they’re having an affair or do you just not care?
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fan OH. i think i get it. and i’m obsessed 😌
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race weekend
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redbullracing Did someone say something about heart eyes? 😍
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fan haha that’s funn-REDBULL RACING?!
fan what do you guys know…
fan admin i hope you don’t lose your job for this
fan cheating with his girl and then smiling in his face is CRAZY
fan plot twist: oscar’s cheating with both of them
⤷ ynmaxcar double plot twist: they’re a throuple
⤷ fan yeah, sure 🙄
fan they way he looks at him omg <3
fan ynmaxcar would make a hot couple why lie
fan yn in the likes…so shameless
fan oscar ‘heart eyes’ piastri strikes again
fan i want whatever tf they’ve got going on
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texts from the love triangle (but better) gc
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fan is she there for max or oscar lol
fan SHE’S SO HOT
fan she’s so unbothered
fan there are rumors she’s cheating with oscar, rumors MAX is the one cheating with him, and rumors that all three are dating each other and she doesn’t gaf about any of it 😭 #myqueen
fan this weekend is gonna be so entertaining
fan who invited the cheater 🫠
fan looking good 😍
fan i might not know what’s going on but i do know she looks good
fan guys have we considered the fact that whatever’s currently going on with her, max, and oscar is none of our business?
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yn belgium, you were real 🖤❤️💛
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oscarpiastri best part was having you with us 🧡
⤷ maxverstappen1 what he said ❤️
⤷ yn ilysm 🫰🏼
fan gorgeous girl 💞
fan love when hot ppl date each other
fan i’m sorry for thinking you were crazy ynmaxcar
⤷ ynmaxcar forgiven
fan ya’ll got room for one more? asking for a friend 👀
hattiepiastri had so much fun judging oscar’s outfit with you
⤷ yn no cause wtf was that monstrosity 😭
⤷ oscarpiastri it’s called fashion!
⤷ yn osc…
f1wagsofficial this is the closest to a confirmation we’re gonna get i fear
fan i guess you guys are kinda cute…
⤷ maxverstappen1 we’re really cute ♥︎ by author, oscarpiastri
max verstappen x !antonelli popstar reader x kelly piquet
love doesn’t break loudly. it cracks in private—through reassurances you cling to, a knock at the door that steals the air from your lungs, a future that suddenly isn’t yours anymore. the world keeps cheering while you learn how to bleed quietly.
so you survive the only way you know how.
you show up for your brother, for the rookies who look at you like home. you turn your heartbreak into music and let millions hear what he did to you.
and somewhere between monaco nights and sleepless mornings, between people who watch you fall and people who refuse to let you, you find unexpected hands reaching for yours—steady, familiar, impossible to ignore.
this isn’t just heartbreak. it’s the moment you flip the switch—and everything changes.
fc : luvstruck on ig (++ a few pictures of madison beer)
(a/n) : omg the other day i was listening to my 21st century blues and so many ideas came to me! i fucking love raye UGH!!!!!!! warnings of infidelity, drinking, d*ug use, foul language, charles being horrible, etc etc. also someone asked for more max kelly poly and i will always come through!
You learn, very early on, how to exist in still photographs. How to angle your chin just enough that the light kisses your cheekbone. How to lean into Charles’s shoulder like it’s muscle memory and not a decision. How to smile softly instead of wide, because wide smiles are for people who are trying too hard.
With Charles, you never try. Vogue calls it effortless. The internet calls it soulmates. Ferrari’s PR team calls it gold.
The cover comes out on a Thursday. Black and white. You’re seated, long legs folded beneath you, silk slipping off one shoulder. Charles stands behind you, hands resting on the back of the chair like he belongs there—like he always has. The headline is something vague and romantic. Love at full speed. Something about balance. Something about fate.
Kimi texts you before it even hits your own phone.
why do you look like that
be normal please
also charles looks like he’s in love with you (gross)
You laugh out loud, curled into the corner of the couch in Charles’s Monaco apartment, feet tucked under his thigh. He’s scrolling through the comments already, thumb moving absently while his other hand rests on your knee.
“What?” he asks, smiling without looking.
“My brother is being annoying,” you say fondly.
“He adores me,” Charles replies easily.
“He tolerates you,” you correct, leaning in to kiss his jaw.
He turns his head just enough that your lips catch the corner of his mouth instead, and he laughs—soft, breathy, entirely unguarded. The sound still does something to you, even after all this time. Still makes your chest ache in that good, dangerous way.
At the track, you are untouchable.
You walk the paddock hand in hand, his fingers threaded through yours like a habit he doesn’t think about anymore. Ferrari red everywhere—your jacket with his number stitched into the sleeve, his hand warm at the small of your back when people stop you to talk. Cameras follow, always. You pretend not to notice.
Kimi trails behind you like a shadow, sunglasses too big for his face, trying very hard to look unbothered while absolutely basking in it. Sometimes Charles drapes an arm around his shoulders too, pulling him in like family, and Kimi pretends not to like it while leaning closer anyway.
With Kimi, comes the rookies. Naturally.
You take them out after the race—no team polos, no cameras, just a quiet restaurant tucked away from the marina. Charles orders for the table like he always does, knows everyone’s preferences by heart. You sit beside him, thigh pressed to his, his knee nudging yours whenever he laughs.
Isack argues with the waiter about wine pairings he doesn’t understand. Ollie steals bread off everyone’s plates and grins like he’s gotten away with something. Gabriel listens more than he talks, eyes bright, taking everything in.
“They are so spoiled,” Charles murmurs to you at one point, watching you reach across the table to fix Kimi’s collar without thinking.
“They’re kids,” you say. “Someone has to.”
He looks at you like that’s the most obvious thing in the world.
The night is easy. Loud. Warm. Wine stained and golden. Charles kisses your temple when you stand, pulls your chair out without being asked, keeps his hand on your lower back like a promise.
When you get home, he doesn’t rush you. You change into his hoodie—one of many that have become yours—and curl into his side on the couch while he watches race replays he’s already seen a dozen times. He presses a kiss to your hair, breathes you in.
“This,” he says quietly, almost to himself. “This is everything.”
You believe him. You believe him because there has never been a reason not to.
f1gossipgirls : charles caught cheating AGAIN? rumors are spreading after charles leclerc was seen with a mystery girl a few weeks ago that was most definitely not his fiancée, yn antonelli. the two have been together for over 3 years and just recently got engaged in the last year. however, with charles' track record, we wouldn't be shocked if this is true. 👀 stay tuned!
The rumors start small. A blind item. A tweet. A comment buried three replies deep under a photo of you smiling in the paddock. Someone suggests something careless, something ugly. You don’t see it at first—your fans are ruthless, protective, fast.
By the time it reaches you, Charles already knows.
“They’re nothing,” he says immediately, phone in his hand, expression calm. Too calm, you might realize later. “People talk.”
You nod. Of course they do. They always have.
“Look at me,” he says, turning your chin gently until you meet his eyes. “You know me.”
“I do,” you say, without hesitation.
He smiles then, relieved, kisses you slow and sure like he’s sealing something. You melt into it because you want to. Because loving him has always felt like stepping into warm water.
Over the next few days, the noise grows louder.
Paparazzi shots you don’t recognize. Anonymous accounts claiming things they can’t prove. Your name trending next to his in ways that feel wrong.
Charles never falters.
He calls you between meetings. Sends you photos of his espresso like he always does. Texts you goodnight even when he’s exhausted. When you ask—carefully, quietly—he answers without defensiveness.
“One time,” he says gently, shaking his head. “I didn’t even speak to her. They’re lying.”
You want to believe him so badly it almost hurts.
So you do.
You hold onto the way he reaches for you in his sleep. The way he still kisses your knuckles absentmindedly. The way he talks about the future like it’s a given—tours, albums, houses you joke about buying someday.
When he leaves for the Ferrari event, he kisses you longer than usual in the doorway.
“Don’t let the internet get in your head,” he says softly.
“I won’t,” you promise.
You mean it.
Three days later, someone knocks on the door.
It’s late afternoon. The light in the apartment is soft, diffused, catching on the edges of everything Charles owns—and everything you thought you shared.
She’s younger than you expect. Nervous. Hands clasped tight like she’s holding herself together.
“Is Charles here?” she asks.
“No,” you reply easily. Calmly. “He’s away.”
Her face falls. Just a fraction.
“Oh,” she says. Then, after a beat, “I didn’t know where else to go.”
Something inside you tilts.
You don’t raise your voice. You don’t cry. You don’t ask the question you already know the answer to.
Instead, you step aside.
“Come in,” you say.
You sit across from her at the kitchen island, legs crossed, posture perfect. She tells you her name—Valentina. She tells you she’s been trying to reach him. That she didn’t know about you at first. That she wouldn’t have come if she had another choice.
When she says the word pregnant, your stomach drops so hard you think you might be sick.
You don’t let it show.
You ask questions like you’re conducting an interview. Dates. Timelines. Certainty. You nod. You listen. You don’t interrupt.
When she finishes, you take a breath.
“Thank you for telling me,” you say calmly. “He’ll be back next week.”
She looks at you like she expects anger. Tears. Something loud.
You give her none of it.
“Come back then,” you add. “We’ll talk together.”
She nods, stunned.
When the door closes behind her, you stand very still in the quiet apartment. Your world hasn’t shattered yet. It’s just… shifted. And somewhere deep inside, something you loved without question has started to crack.
You become very good at pretending. It’s not hard, at first. You’ve been performing your whole life—on stages, in interviews, in love. You know how to keep your voice even, how to laugh at the right moments, how to answer I miss you with I miss you too and mean it just enough to survive.
You call him like you always do.
You text him updates you don’t need to share—what you ate, a lyric you scribbled down, a photo of the view from the balcony at sunset. You see him like a picture of yourself in public, engagement ring catching the light.
You don’t take it off. You tell yourself it’s strategy. Control. You tell yourself it’s so he won’t suspect a thing. But sometimes, when you catch the diamond in the mirror, you swear it burns.
To keep from unraveling, you work.
You lock yourself in the studio and pour everything you’re not allowed to feel into sound. You don’t write about him—not directly. Not yet. You write around the ache, around the rage, around the nausea that still hits you out of nowhere. You layer vocals until your throat hurts. You stay busy so you don’t have to think about the way your life split open the moment a stranger said pregnant in your kitchen.
When Charles tells you he’s flying home on Friday, you say, “I can’t wait.”
And you almost mean it—because at least then this waiting will end.
Valentina arrives right on time. She looks smaller in your living room than she did at the door days ago. Nervous again. You thank her for coming, offer her water, gesture for her to sit. The two of you wait together, side by side on the couch, an almost unbearable quiet filling the space between you.
When the door opens, Charles is already smiling.
He drops his bag, steps toward you out of habit, leaning in for the kiss he’s greeted you with a thousand times—
And stops. He sees her first. Then he sees you. Then he sees the ring. It’s on the coffee table. Placed there carefully. Intentionally. A small, glittering thing that once meant everything.
“—what is this?” he asks, voice thin.
You don’t stand. You don’t rush. You don’t soften your expression.
“Sit down,” you say.
He doesn’t want to. You can see it all over him—the panic, the denial, the instinct to charm his way out. But he does it anyway. Because something in your voice tells him this isn’t a conversation he gets to control.
You ask questions calmly. Methodically.
When did it happen?
How long did you know her?
How many times?
You look at Valentina when you speak to her. You look at Charles when you need confirmation. You don’t accuse. You don’t insult. You take notes in your head like you’re preparing a statement. When he finally says it—quiet, rushed, desperate—
“It was one time.”
You laugh. It slips out of you before you can stop it. A short, disbelieving sound. Almost amused. That laugh will follow him for the rest of his life.
“One time,” you repeat, shaking your head slightly. “That’s what you’re going with?”
He reaches for you then, finally losing his composure.
“Please,” he says. “I made a mistake.”
You stand.
“Get out,” you say, flatly.
“What?” he breathes.
“This conversation is over,” you tell them both. “You,”—you nod at Valentina—“thank you for telling me. He’ll contact you.”
Then you look at him.
“You,” you say quietly, “need to leave.”
“This is my apartment,” he says weakly.
You smile. Not kindly.
“Not tonight.”
You walk away before he can stop you. Down the hall. Into the bedroom. You shut the door and lock it, your hands shaking for the first time all day.
The moment you slide down against it, the sound rips out of you.
He’s at the door immediately.
“Please,” he says, voice breaking. “Let me explain. I can fix this.”
You scream for him to leave. You scream until your throat burns, until your chest hurts, until he finally goes quiet.
When the apartment is empty, you lose control.
You throw things. Pillows, books, clothes. You rip hangers from the closet and sob into the mess. You collapse onto the bed and cry until your body aches, until your face is wet and unrecognizable, until the room feels too big to breathe in.
Your phone buzzes. A text from Kimi. Something stupid. A joke. A picture of his dinner. Oblivious.
Your hands shake so badly you almost drop the phone. You scroll. You hit your mother’s name. She answers on the second ring. You don’t say hello. You just break.
The words pour out of you between gasps—rumors, lies, the door, the pregnancy, the ring on the table. You don’t filter. You don’t protect anyone. You tell her everything.
She talks you down with the steadiness only a mother has. Tells you to breathe. Tells you this isn’t your fault. Tells you to come home.
“I can’t,” you say hoarsely. “I just— I need space.”
She pauses, then agrees. Asks you to promise to check in. To not disappear completely.
You promise.
That night, you don’t sleep.
You pack. You write. You drink too much. You do things you know you shouldn’t. You leave behind anything that feels like him. You move quietly, like you’re already a ghost.
Before the sun comes up, you’re gone. You go somewhere very few people know about. Somewhere safe. Somewhere empty.
Your phone lights up constantly. You don’t answer. Except for Kimi.
When he finally calls, you pick up. He hears it immediately.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
You swallow.
“Nothing,” you lie gently. “Just… a rough spot.”
He doesn’t push. He trusts you. Always has.
“Okay,” he says softly. “I’m here.”
After the call ends, you open your laptop. You finish the song. The one you’ve been circling for days. And for the first time since everything shattered, you are able to hear the truth.
Isack sees it first. He’s scrolling through his phone half asleep, feet kicked up on a chair in the hotel dining room, when your name pops up on Instagram. No warning. No countdown. Just a still frame— red, mascara already smudged beneath your eyes, mouth parted like you’ve just finished crying.
black mascara out everywhere. more to come. xx
He sits up straighter.
“Kimi,” he says slowly. “Your sister dropped.”
Kimi looks up from his coffee. “Dropped what?”
They listen together.
All of them do—Isack, Ollie, Gabriel—crowded around a phone that suddenly feels too small to hold what’s coming out of it. The first verse plays, your voice low and cracked in a way Kimi has never heard before.
Once you see my black mascara
Run from you into my mama’s hands—
Kimi’s jaw tightens.
By the time the chorus hits, no one is pretending this is just another breakup song. This isn’t clever. This isn’t vague. This is a confession dressed up in couture and bloodied eyeliner.
You selfish man.
You’d understand.
Kimi feels sick.
The visuals start circulating next—screenshots, clips, people dissecting every line. You in black designer, bags under your eyes unapologetic. You alone. You breaking.
He tries to call you immediately. No answer. He texts. Nothing. Then the photos start appearing.
Paris, first. You stumbling out of a club at three in the morning, sunglasses on despite the darkness, mascara streaked, dress clinging to you like it’s the only thing keeping you upright. London. Laughing too loud. Head thrown back. Someone’s hand at your waist that isn’t familiar. Monaco. Red heels in the early morning light. Your hair wild. Your eyes empty.
You’re everywhere and nowhere all at once—moving so fast no one can catch you.
The internet calls it iconic. Kimi calls it terrifying. Seeing the one person who had always been strong for him, cracking at the seams in front of the entire world.
At the track, he doesn’t look at Charles. Not once.
He doesn’t argue. He doesn’t yell. He simply… removes him from his world. Walks past him like he’s invisible. Laughs with the rest of the drivers, answers questions, does his job—and never acknowledges the man who used to feel like family.
Charles hears the song alone.
He listens in his car, parked somewhere quiet, hands frozen on the steering wheel. Every lyric lands like a blow.
You made your bed.
Lied your lies.
And fucked my mind up.
He turns it off halfway through, chest tight, regret blooming so violently it almost knocks the air out of him. He didn’t know it could feel like this—to hear himself reflected back in your pain.
He tries to call you. You don’t answer.
Days later, Kimi finally gets through. Your voice is hoarse when you pick up, like you haven’t slept in weeks.
“Hey,” you say, too casually.
“Hey,” he replies, swallowing hard. “You okay?”
You pause. Just long enough that he knows the answer.
“I’m fine.”
He doesn’t believe you, but he doesn’t call you out. Instead, he says softly, “You don’t have to come this weekend. If it’s too much.”
“No,” you say immediately. Too quickly. “Nothing will keep me from supporting you.”
When you show up to the paddock, the air shifts.
You’re dressed in black from head to toe. Tailored. Sharp. Sunglasses oversized, hiding whatever’s left of your eyes. You walk like you’re made of glass and steel all at once.
Kimi feels relief and heartbreak in equal measure. The rookies notice too.
Isack snaps when a journalist asks about Charles, his voice cold. “Ask him,” he says. “Not her.”
Charles tries to catch your eye. Tries to speak to you. Tries to apologize again and again in the quiet spaces between chaos.
You don’t look at him. Not once.
You catch Kelly’s eye across the paddock. She doesn’t approach. She doesn’t intrude. She just watches you carefully, like someone who knows what it looks like when a woman is drowning in plain sight.
That night, you sit on the bed in Kimi’s hotel room like you always have.
He watches you work—headphones on, laptop balanced on your knees, fingers moving like muscle memory. He listens to demos you’ve never played for anyone else. Dark. Heavy. Honest.
Finally, he asks, “What actually happened?”
You stop. Take a breath. And then you tell him. Not the PR version. Not the softened version. The truth. The constant lies. The girl. The pregnancy. Your diamond ring left on the table.
Kimi doesn’t interrupt. He doesn’t rage. He just listens, eyes shiny, hands clenched tight in the sheets beside you.
When you finish, he pulls you into him like he did when you were kids. Like he still needs you to be his big sister—but right now, you need him more.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I should’ve known.”
“You couldn’t,” you say quietly. “I didn’t want to.”
He stays with you until you fall asleep sitting upright, your head on his shoulder.
The weeks after blur together. You’re a headline. A wreck. A spectacle. Heartbroken popstar spirals. Iconic post breakup era. She’s never looked better. Inside, you’re hollow.
At the event, the lights are too bright. The music too loud. You’re drunk, high, gone in the way only people who don’t want to feel anymore can be.
Kelly sees you immediately. Not as a wag. Not as gossip. As a woman who’s been here before.
She doesn’t judge you. Not once. She doesn’t ask questions. She just takes your arm gently, steers you out, gets you home.
She tucks you into a guest bed like you’re something precious. Fragile. You don’t remember any of it. But for the first time in weeks, you sleep.
You wake up slowly. Not with a headache. Not with panic. Just… awareness. The room is unfamiliar but calm—neutral colors, clean lines, the faint smell of coffee and something citrusy. Sunlight filters in through sheer curtains, landing gently across the bed like it’s afraid to touch you too hard.
You sit up, disoriented. For a moment, you can’t remember how you got here. Then the door opens. It’s Max.
He freezes when he sees you awake, clearly unsure if this is the right moment—or if there ever is one. He’s dressed casually, hair still damp, hands awkwardly shoved into his pockets.
“Hey,” he says softly. Not surprised. Not judgmental. Just there.
Your throat tightens.
“Kelly’s out for a bit,” he adds quickly, like he doesn’t want you to think you’ve been abandoned. “She… wanted you to sleep.”
You nod. Your body feels heavy, like gravity has been turned up.
“I can make coffee,” he offers. “Or tea. Or—uh—toast?”
The way he lists options like he’s afraid to choose wrong nearly breaks you.
“Coffee’s fine,” you murmur.
He nods and disappears without another word.
He doesn’t try to fill the silence. Doesn’t ask what happened. Doesn’t ask if you remember. He just sets a mug down near you, adds a small plate with fruit and toast like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
You sip. It grounds you.
“Thank you,” you say quietly. “And… thank Kelly. For me.”
He hesitates as you swing your legs over the side of the bed, reaching for your shoes.
As you head toward the door, he clears his throat.
“Hey.”
You turn.
“Just—” He pauses, searching for words. “Keep yourself safe, yeah?”
You swallow.
“And if you need somewhere to crash,” he adds, gentle but firm, “this place is always open.”
You nod. You don’t trust your voice.
Outside, Monaco feels too sharp. Too awake. You walk until your chest stops tightening, until you reach the building Kimi and Ollie share. Before you can knock, the door opens.
They’re already there. Neither of them say anything.
Ollie steps aside immediately. Kimi just pulls you in, arms wrapping around you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.
You don’t speak. You just collapse onto the couch, curling in on yourself.
They follow.
Ollie stretches out on one side, solid and warm. Kimi settles on the other, instinctively pulling you closer. He reaches for the remote and puts on the show you used to watch together when you were kids—the one you all quote, the one that makes no sense now but still feels safe.
They don’t force jokes. They don’t ask questions. They just exist with you.
For a while, it almost works. Then there’s a knock. Sharp. Insistent.
Kimi and Ollie exchange a look. Kimi stands.
“I’ll get it,” he says, already knowing.
When he opens the door, Charles is standing there.
He looks wrecked. Hollow-eyed. Unshaven. Like someone who hasn’t slept and doesn’t deserve to.
The moment his gaze flicks past Kimi and lands on you, something in Kimi snaps.
“No,” Kimi says, stepping fully into the doorway. “Absolutely not.”
“I just want to talk,” Charles says quietly. “Please.”
Ollie moves without thinking, positioning himself between you and the door.
Kimi doesn’t hold back. His words are sharp, furious, protective in a way only a younger brother can be when he’s done pretending to be polite.
You sit up slowly.
“It’s fine,” you say hoarsely. “I’ll talk to him.”
Kimi turns, eyes wide. “You don’t have to—”
“I know,” you say gently. “But I will.”
He studies your face, searching for cracks. Then he steps aside—barely.
In the hallway, Charles talks. He explains. He apologizes. He says words he should have said weeks ago. None of it helps. Every sentence just makes the ache worse.
“Please,” he says at the end. “I love you.”
You look at him for a long moment.
Then, quietly, “You need to leave.”
His face crumples. You don’t stay to watch.
Back inside, you collapse again, tears finally spilling over. Kimi sits on the floor in front of you, gripping your hands. Ollie wraps an arm around your shoulder and your head falls onto his.
Eventually, exhaustion wins. They fall asleep around you. You wait until the room is dark and quiet. Then you slip out.
The nearest club is loud and bright and wrong in every way—but it’s open.
You lose yourself in the crowd. In strangers. In noise. You don’t notice Max at first. He notices you immediately.
Sees the way you’re swaying. The unfamiliar faces around you. The little bag exchanged between hands. That’s enough. He’s beside you before you can protest.
“We’re going home,” he says, not unkindly.
You try to argue. You really do. But you’re too tired. Kelly is waiting when you arrive. The moment you see her, you break.
You cry and scream and sob into her shoulder like you’ve been holding your breath for weeks. Max stays close, steady, grounding.
Kelly takes you to the bathroom. Gently washes your face. Helps you change. She tucks you into her bed like it’s where you belong. When Max joins you, and Kelly curls in on the other side, you finally let go. They stay until your breathing evens out. Until you sleep.
You wake up slowly, blinking at the ceiling, disoriented again. For half a second you don’t know where you are, don’t know whose bed this is, don’t know why your chest feels tight in that awful, anticipatory way—like your body remembers before your mind does.
And then it all floods back. Being too gone to stand on your own. Max’s hand steady at your elbow. Kelly’s voice in your ear, calm and unafraid. Crying so hard your throat burned. Being held without questions. Without disappointment.
You inhale sharply and push yourself up on your elbows, panic flaring. You look left.
Max is asleep, turned slightly toward you, arm bent above his head, face bare and unguarded in a way the world never sees. No armor. No edges. Just a man sleeping.
You look right. Kelly, curled on her side, hair fanned across the pillow, one hand resting near yours like it had been placed there intentionally. Like she’d meant to stay close even in sleep.
Shame crashes over you all at once.
“Oh my god,” you whisper, already scrambling upright. “I’m so sorry—”
Kelly stirs immediately, eyes opening as if she’d been waiting for it. “Hey,” she murmurs, voice still thick with sleep. “No, no. Stop.”
You’re already halfway into an apology spiral, words tumbling over each other. “I shouldn’t have—last night was so inappropriate, I was a mess, I don’t even remember half of it, I—”
Max groans softly and rolls onto his side, blinking awake. He takes one look at your face—panicked, glassy, already bracing for rejection—and sits up.
“Hey,” he says gently. “Breathe.”
Kelly reaches up and brushes your hair back from your face, slow and deliberate, grounding. “You don’t need to apologize for surviving,” she says quietly. “Not here.”
Your throat tightens. “I dragged you into it. I was drunk and high and—”
“And heartbroken,” Max adds, not unkindly. “And not okay. That’s allowed.”
Kelly shifts closer, thumb tracing a soothing line along your cheek. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” she says, soft but firm. “Max found you. You are safe. That’s all that mattered to us.”
Your shoulders slump as the fight drains out of you, replaced by something fragile and raw. Tears well again, but this time they don’t feel desperate. They feel… relieved.
“I don’t want to be like this,” you whisper.
Max nods. “Then don’t be alone while you figure out how not to be.”
Something settles then. Something quiet and warm.
From that moment on, things change.
You stay.
One night turns into two. Two into a few. Your suitcase gets unpacked in the guest room without ceremony, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. No one makes a big deal out of it. No one asks for promises. They just… keep you.
You stop going out. The clubs fade into the background, their neon pull losing its grip. Instead, you wake up early with Kelly, drink coffee at the kitchen counter while she scrolls through recipes. You sit on the balcony with Max in the evenings, watching the light change over the water, not talking much at all.
You start writing again.
At first it’s ugly. Angry. Notes app paragraphs that read like open wounds. Lyrics scribbled and crossed out and rewritten until your hand cramps. You pour everything you swallowed into it—betrayal, grief, rage, disbelief. The humiliation. The love that didn’t disappear just because it was destroyed.
Eventually, it sharpens. You book studio time.
The breakup EP takes shape piece by piece, song by song, each one carving something out of you and leaving space behind. It hurts, but it hurts in a way that feels purposeful. Controlled.
One afternoon, the studio door creaks open and familiar voices fill the space.
“Well, this place smells expensive,” Ollie announces.
You laugh before you can stop yourself, turning to see Kimi, Ollie, and Isack crowded into the doorway like they’ve been dared to enter a haunted house.
“We were checking on you,” Isack says, suspiciously defensive for someone grinning that wide. “Professionally.”
“You are incapable of being subtle,” you tell them.
Kimi shrugs. “You love us.”
You do. You play them a bit of Flip a Switch. Just a snippet. Not even the full chorus.
Isack’s jaw drops. Ollie lets out a low “oh my god.” Kimi just stares at you, eyes dark and proud and a little furious on your behalf.
“That’s insane,” Ollie says. “Like… criminal.”
“You’re going to end careers,” Isack adds, delighted.
Kimi pulls you into a one armed hug. “You’re going to be okay,” he murmurs into your hair. “I hear it.”
When you get back to Max and Kelly’s that night, they’re exactly where you left them.
Kelly at the stove, hair tied up, music playing softly. Max on the couch, legs stretched out, watching old race reruns with the volume low.
They both look up when you walk in.
Kelly smiles first. Real, unguarded. “Hey.”
Max’s eyes scan you quickly—posture, expression, energy—and something eases in his shoulders. “You look good,” he says simply.
Healthier. Calmer. Less hollow.
Dinner is quiet. Comfortable. The kind of quiet that doesn’t beg to be filled. Plates clink. Someone reaches for the salt. Kelly talks about a recipe she wants to try next week. Max comments on a corner he still thinks he could’ve taken better in 2019.
Afterward, you help Kelly clean up. Water runs. Dishes stack. Conversation drifts easily, from nothing to everything and back again.
She presses a kiss to your temple before sending you off to rest. “Go sit,” she says. “You’ve done enough today.”
You curl up on the couch beside Max. The TV hums softly. You don’t really watch it. You just exist.
You feel his eyes on you and glance over.
He’s already smiling.
Not sharp. Not guarded. Just… fond.
He shifts closer, shoulder brushing yours. No rush. No pressure.
Kelly joins you a moment later, tucking herself against your other side, flipping on a movie and draping a blanket over all three of you like it’s second nature.
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f1gossipgirls : so...yn antonelli just released her ep and ended charles leclerc's career. just within four songs. HELP. many people are speculating that the "best friend" mentioned in flip a switch is none other than max verstappen, after the two have been seen together recently and he was spotted in one of her instagram posts.
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username007 : all the rookies in the likes PLEASE
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username714 : the speech at the beg of flip a switch is my new life motto
A few weeks later, the world feels quieter in a different way. Not numb—never that—but steadier. Your breakup EP is out now, living its own life without you. The reception is overwhelming in the strangest, gentlest way. People hear themselves in it. They thank you for putting words to things they couldn’t say. You read messages late at night with Kelly’s legs draped over yours on the couch, Max half listening from the kitchen, pretending not to hover while still hovering.
Healing doesn’t come in waves anymore. It comes in inches. This morning, it comes in the form of tiny footsteps and a door flying open.
“GOOD MORNING!”
You barely have time to lift your head before Penelope barrels into the guest room and launches herself onto the bed, giggling wildly. Seven years old and made entirely of joy and chaos, she curls into your side like she’s been doing it her whole life.
“Hi,” you laugh, voice still sleepy. “Someone’s energetic.”
She nods furiously. “Do you wanna play Barbies with me?”
There isn’t even a second of hesitation. “Obviously.”
She cheers and drags you out of bed by the hand, pulling you down the hallway to her room. Barbie chaos ensues—tiny shoes everywhere, outfits strewn across the floor, dramatic voices and even more dramatic storylines.
Kelly peeks in a little while later, leaning against the doorframe with a soft smile. “Breakfast is ready.”
Penelope gasps like this is the best news she’s ever heard and sprints out toward the kitchen. You stay behind, kneeling to gather up the mess, lining dolls back up neatly.
Kelly watches you for a moment before stepping inside. “You’re really good with her,” she says gently.
You shrug, smiling to yourself. “I have a little sister. Comes naturally, I guess.”
She hums, crosses the room, and presses a kiss to your cheek. Then another to your temple. “I’m proud of you,” she says quietly. “For getting through all of it. You look… lighter. Healthier. And you’re so beautiful.”
Your chest tightens, but in a good way.
Breakfast is warm and noisy and normal. Penelope talks a mile a minute. Max listens with exaggerated seriousness, asking questions like her answers are the most important things in the world. You catch Kelly watching the two of you with something soft in her eyes.
Later, Penelope leaves with her father, and the apartment settles into a slower rhythm.
Max leans back in his chair. “Dinner tonight,” he says casually. “Somewhere nice.”
Kelly nods. “I’m in.”
He slides his card across the counter toward you. “You two go get ready. Salon, shopping. Make a day of it.”
You hesitate immediately. “You don’t have to— I don’t want to intrude on your date night.”
Kelly shakes her head before you can finish, stepping closer and kissing your cheek. “You’re not intruding. You’re invited.”
The day is light and easy. Hair, nails, laughter. Shopping turns into trying things on just to be silly. In one boutique, you freeze mid rack when you see a familiar face.
“Pascale?”
She turns, eyes lighting up instantly. “Oh, mon ange.”
She pulls you into a hug without hesitation. “You look so much better,” she says softly. “I’m so happy to see you like this.”
You swallow. “It’s good to see you.”
Her expression shifts—gentle but honest. “I’m so sorry for what he did,” she says. “I will always support you. Always.”
The hug lingers. When Kelly returns, Pascale squeezes your hands once more before leaving, smiling warmly at both of you.
Back at the apartment, Max watches from the couch as the two of you get ready. Kelly zips you into your dress, hands warm and steady. You stare at your reflection—really look at yourself—for the first time in a long while.
Kelly meets your eyes in the mirror. “Stunning,” she murmurs, then leaves a kiss—and a lipstick mark—on your neck.
The car ride is quiet in that comfortable, anticipatory way. Monaco at night glows outside the windows—golden streetlights, the harbor shimmering like it’s holding secrets. Max drives with one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on Kelly’s knee. She keeps her fingers laced with his for a moment before reaching back to squeeze your hand instead.
“You okay?” she asks softly.
You nod. “Yeah. I am.”
And you mean it.
When the car stops, you realize immediately that the restaurant is… empty. No valet bustle, no voices drifting through open doors. Just warm light spilling out onto the sidewalk.
Max kills the engine. “I rented it out,” he says simply, like it’s no big deal.
You blink. “Max.”
He shrugs, a little bashful despite himself. “Didn’t want any noise. Or people watching.”
Kelly smiles at him fondly. “You always do this,” she murmurs.
Inside, the space feels intimate rather than grand. Candles flicker on every table, soft music hums in the background, and the windows look out over the water. It feels like a pocket of time carved out just for the three of you.
The waiter greets you quietly, already aware this is a slow night by design.
You sit between them. Kelly’s hand finds your thigh almost immediately—not possessive, just grounding. Her thumb traces small circles, absentminded, affectionate.
Conversation starts easy. Food. Music. A story Max tells about a race rerun he watched earlier that afternoon, animated in the way he only gets when he forgets to guard himself. You laugh more than you have in weeks. Real laughter. The kind that surprises you halfway through.
At one point, Kelly leans closer to murmur something in your ear about dessert, her breath warm against your skin, and you shiver—not from nerves, but from awareness.
She notices. Smiles.
Dinner stretches. Plates are cleared. Wine glasses refilled.
Eventually, Kelly grows quiet.
She squeezes your thigh a little more firmly. “There’s something I want to say,” she begins gently. “And you don’t have to respond. Not tonight. Not ever, if you don’t want to.”
Max turns slightly toward you, attentive but calm.
Kelly continues, voice steady. “I’ve always found you stunning. That’s not new. But what is new… is how deeply I’ve come to care about you. Watching you survive something that could’ve broken you—” Her voice softens. “It changed something for me.”
You swallow, throat tight.
Max nods slowly. “Same for me,” he says. “I didn’t expect it. Didn’t plan it. But you feel… right. Safe. And I know you’ve had enough people make promises they couldn’t keep.” He pauses. “We’re not asking for anything. We just want you to know you’re wanted. And protected. However you need.”
You stare at the table for a moment, then lift your gaze to them.
“I’ve never felt more safe than I do with you,” you admit quietly. “From the very beginning.”
Kelly’s eyes soften immediately. She lifts your chin with two fingers—not forcing, just asking—and presses a slow, gentle kiss to your lips. It’s unhurried. Tender. When she pulls back, she rests her forehead against yours.
Max waits until you look at him. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing beneath your eye like he’s memorizing you.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
You nod.
His kiss is just as careful. Just as warm.
The rest of the night is soft and sweet—shared desserts, quiet laughter, shoulders brushing, fingers intertwined. Kelly leans against you. Max rests his hand at the small of your back. No one rushes. No one asks for more than you’re ready to give.
When you finally leave, the world feels gentler. You don’t feel like you’re rebuilding alone.
You’re healthier now. Not in a fragile, tentative way—but in a way that feels earned. Your laugh comes easier. Your shoulders sit lower. Your anger no longer drives the car; it just rides quietly in the backseat, acknowledged but no longer steering.
You’re still sharp. Still powerful. Still you. And you’re happier than you ever thought you’d be—with Max and Kelly.
The three of you are a unit now. Not loud about it, not performative. Just… obvious. Easy hands. Shared looks. The way Max automatically reaches for your coffee order when he’s already up. The way Kelly tucks herself into your side without thinking, fingers lacing with yours like it’s muscle memory.
Kimi noticed first. He’d been suspicious—deeply so. He grilled Max like he was prepping for a cross examination, asked Kelly questions with the intensity of someone who loved you fiercely and wasn’t afraid to show it. Ollie, Gabriel and Isack followed suit, circling like overprotective satellites.
But what sold Kimi wasn’t words. It was watching Max step in front of you when things got overwhelming. Watching Kelly read your body language better than anyone else in the room. Watching them protect your quiet the way others had once taken it for granted.
He adores them now. Because they don’t just love you—they keep you safe.
You’re not “over” what happened. You don’t pretend it didn’t carve something into you. But it no longer defines you. It doesn’t shrink you. It doesn’t own your reflection when you catch yourself in mirrors.
You arrive at the race weekend calm. Grounded. You’re in Mercedes gear for Kimi, black and silver clean against your skin—but you’re walking hand in hand with Kelly, Max on your other side. It feels right. It feels real.
Charles sees you from across the paddock. And it’s like the air leaves his lungs.
He doesn’t hear the engines. Doesn’t hear the voices. All he sees is you—healthy, radiant, whole in a way he hasn’t seen since before everything shattered. And then he sees them. Your fingers intertwined with Kelly’s. Max leaning in to murmur something that makes you smile.
Then he sees Kimi with Max—easy, familiar, close. It hits him twice as hard.
Max wins the race. The moment the car stops, he’s already looking for you. He crosses the barriers, still breathless, helmet off, eyes bright—and kisses you first. Then Kelly. Quick, joyful, unashamed. The cameras catch it, but neither of you care.
On the podium, Max and Kimi stand together. Champagne sprays. The crowd roars.
You’re with family now—your family. Kelly at your side. Penelope clutching your hand. Kimi bouncing on his heels. Your little sister Maggie, all limbs and excitement, chattering nonstop.
Max finds you again after, lifts Maggie effortlessly onto his shoulders like it’s second nature. She squeals with laughter. Kelly squeezes your hand. Kimi and Max talk animatedly beside you, completely at ease.
And that’s when you see Charles again.
You slip away quietly.
He nearly jumps when you speak—like he doesn’t quite believe you’re real.
“You look…,” he starts, then stops. “You look happy.”
“I am,” you say simply.
There’s no anger left in your voice. No accusation. Just truth.
“I wanted to tell you,” you continue, “to forgive yourself. And live the future we thought we were building. I want you to be happy.”
His eyes shine. He nods, unable to speak. You press a gentle kiss to his cheek. Familiar. Final. And you walk away. Back to where you belong.
He watches Max kiss your temple. Watches Kelly lean into you. Watches Maggie laugh from Max’s shoulders. Watches Kimi throw an arm around both of them.
And it finally hits him. He didn’t lose you to revenge. He lost you to love. And you don’t look back.
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The Dinner Table Problem 🔥
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Toto Wolff x fem!reader x Susie Wolff x George Russell x Lewis Hamilton
Summary: You come to dinner as Susie’s old college friend, wearing a dress that makes everyone forget how to behave. Wine, old kisses, jealous glances, and champagne turn a polite evening into a very filthy five-person mistake nobody regrets.
a/n: Okay, need to admit I waited until my ovulation to finish this request because, well… that’s when my imagination works best for scenes this intense 🔥
You know dinner at the Wolffs’ will be elegant.
You expect expensive wine, soft lighting, perfect food, Toto looking like a man who personally negotiates with time and wins, Susie smiling like she knows every secret in the room because she probably does.
You do not expect Lewis Hamilton to stare at you over the rim of his glass like you have just ruined his ability to form sentences.
You do not expect George Russell to forget what he is saying halfway through a story.
And you absolutely do not expect Susie to open the door, take one look at you, and smile in a way that throws you straight back to university.
“Oh,” she says, eyes sliding down your dress and back up again. “You wore that.”
You glance down. Black. Simple. Maybe slightly too short. Maybe a little too open at the back.
“It’s called being polite,” you say. “I dressed up for dinner.”
Susie kisses both your cheeks. Her lips linger half a second longer than necessary.
“Darling,” she murmurs, “you dressed up for trouble.”
Behind her, Toto appears in the hallway, tall, composed, sleeves rolled up, expression calm.
Then he sees you. His eyes pause. Only for a second. Still enough.
“Good evening,” he says, voice smooth.
“Good evening, Toto.”
Susie looks between you with instant, lethal amusement.
“Oh, this will be fun.”
You narrow your eyes at her. “Behave.”
“I was planning to,” she says. “Then you arrived.”
Inside, the apartment is warm and polished, all glass, dark wood, and candlelight. Monaco glitters outside the windows like someone spilled diamonds over the sea. Lewis is already there, relaxed on the sofa, dressed in black, jewelry catching the light. George stands near the drinks table, looking unfairly handsome and very pleased to see you.
“Finally,” Lewis says, smiling. “The famous college friend.”
You laugh. “That depends entirely on what Susie told you.”
“All good things,” Susie says.
You turn to her. “Liar.”
“All interesting things,” she corrects.
George’s eyebrows rise. “Now I’m invested.”
“You shouldn’t be,” Toto says, handing you a glass of wine.
His fingers brush yours. It is brief. It is nothing. It is also very much not nothing.
You take the glass. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
His eyes stay on yours for one beat too long. Susie sees it. Of course she does. Susie sees everything.
Dinner starts politely. For about six minutes. Then George asks how you and Susie met.
Susie leans back in her chair, wine glass in hand. “University.”
You take a sip. “She stole my notes.”
“I borrowed them.”
“You kept them for three months.”
“They were excellent notes.”
“You never returned them.”
Susie smiles. “I returned them with lipstick on the corner.”
Lewis coughs into his glass. George blinks. Toto slowly lowers his fork.
You stare at Susie. “You are unbelievable.”
“She loved it,” Susie says to the table.
“I did not.”
“You kissed me after.”
The silence is immediate. George looks delighted. Lewis looks deeply entertained. Toto looks at Susie, then at you, and his expression does something dangerous.
You put your wine glass down carefully.
“That was one time.”
Susie tilts her head. “Three times.”
“Two and a half.”
Lewis laughs. “How does half a kiss work?”
You point at Susie. “Ask her. She got interrupted by a fire alarm.”
“It was tragic,” Susie says. “I still think about it.”
Toto’s gaze moves to you. “You never mentioned this.”
You smile sweetly. “You never asked.”
“I am asking now.”
Your pulse trips.
Susie watches you both like she has arranged the entire evening and is enjoying excellent results.
George leans forward. “So, wait. Were you two…?”
“No,” you say.
“Yes,” Susie says at the same time.
You turn to her. “Susie.”
“What? We had tension.”
“We were nineteen.”
“And flexible.”
Lewis makes a strangled sound. George suddenly becomes very interested in his wine. Toto’s jaw tightens. Just a little but enough.
“You are enjoying this too much,” you tell Susie.
She smiles. “I haven’t even started.”
The food is incredible. Naturally. Toto serves like hosting is another form of strategy. He knows when to refill glasses, when to shift conversation, when to watch quietly.
And tonight, he watches you. Across the table.
When Lewis makes you laugh, Toto’s eyes flick to your mouth.
When George asks about your work and leans in with genuine interest, Toto’s fingers tap once against the stem of his glass.
When Susie touches your wrist while telling a story, Toto notices.
You notice him noticing. That is the problem. Well. One of them.
The second problem is Lewis. Because Lewis has charm in the way some people have oxygen. Effortless. Warm. Terrible for self-preservation.
“So,” he says, “why haven’t we met you before?”
“Because Susie hides her best friends from dangerous men.”
Lewis smiles. “Smart woman.”
George grins. “Are we the dangerous men?”
You look around the table. Lewis, relaxed and beautiful. George, polished and wickedly amused. Toto, silent and intense.
Susie, smiling like a match held too close to silk.
“Yes,” you say. “Obviously.”
Toto leans back. “And yet you came.”
“I like risk.”
His eyes darken. Susie’s smile grows.
Lewis looks between you two and mutters, “Oh, this is getting interesting.”
George lifts his glass. “To risk, then.”
You clink your glass against his. Toto’s eyes drop to your hand. Susie notices that too.
After dinner, you all move to the salon. The lights are lower there, the city brighter beyond the windows. Music plays softly, something slow and expensive-sounding. Susie kicks off her heels and curls into the corner of the sofa beside you.
“Remember Paris?” she asks.
You groan. “No.”
“You remember Paris.”
“I remember being young and stupid.”
“You remember dancing on a table.”
Lewis laughs. “Now I need this story.”
“No,” you say.
“Yes,” Susie says. “She danced on a table, looked at me like she wanted to ruin my life, then kissed me in a hallway.”
You cover your face. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
Toto sits opposite you, one ankle over his knee, watching with that calm, unreadable expression.
“You kissed my wife in a hallway?” he asks.
You lower your hands. The way he says it should be casual. It is not casual.
You swallow. “Before she was your wife.”
“That was not my question.”
The room shifts.
Lewis goes still, amused but alert. George looks like he has just realized the conversation has stepped onto very thin ice wearing designer shoes.
Susie turns her head toward Toto. “Careful, darling. You sound jealous.”
“I am curious.”
“You are never just curious.”
Toto’s eyes stay on you. “Were you in love with her?”
Your breath catches. Susie’s smile softens. That, somehow, is worse.
You look at your wine. “A little.”
Susie’s fingers brush your knee. “Only a little?”
You glance at her. “Enough.”
For a second, the teasing fades. There it is. The old thing. The almost. The maybe.
The version of you that had kissed her outside a university party with cheap wine on your tongue and too much hope in your chest.
Susie squeezes your knee once.
Then George clears his throat. “Right. I suddenly feel like I’m watching a very expensive film.”
Lewis nods. “With excellent casting.”
You laugh, grateful for the rescue.
Toto does not laugh. He stands. “More wine?”
Everyone says yes too quickly.
In the kitchen, you follow him. You tell yourself it is to help. It is not to help.
Toto stands at the counter, opening a bottle with precise hands. You stop beside him, close enough to feel the warmth of him.
“You’re quiet,” you say.
“I am often quiet.”
“Tonight it feels pointed.”
He glances at you. “Does it?”
“Toto.”
He sets the bottle down.
The kitchen is dimmer than the salon. Quieter. The music reaches you like a secret through the walls.
“You are very comfortable making people react,” he says.
You laugh softly. “That sounds like an accusation.”
“It is an observation.”
“And what reaction am I getting from you?”
His eyes move over your face. Slowly. Too slowly.
“The wrong one.”
Your stomach flips. You should step back. You do not.
“Toto…”
He leans one hand on the counter beside you, not touching, still somehow surrounding you.
“You come into my home,” he says quietly, “in that dress. You flirt with my guests. You remind my wife she once kissed you in dark hallways.”
Your mouth goes dry. “You make that sound like a crime.”
“No.” His voice drops. “A problem.”
“What kind of problem?”
His gaze lowers to your mouth. “The kind I should be old enough to avoid.”
You almost laugh, but it gets trapped somewhere in your throat.
Behind you, Susie’s voice floats from the doorway. “Oh, good. You found the wine.”
You turn. She stands there, barefoot, beautiful, completely unsurprised.
Her eyes move from Toto’s hand beside you to your face. Then she smiles. “Am I interrupting?”
“Yes,” Toto says.
“No,” you say at the same time.
Susie’s smile becomes lethal. “My favorite kind of answer.”
Toto exhales through his nose. “Susie.”
She steps into the kitchen and takes the wine bottle from him. “Don’t use that voice with me. I invented half your bad ideas.”
“I doubt that.”
“I improved them, then.”
You look between them. “Should I go back to the salon?”
Susie steps closer to you. “No.”
One word. Soft. Confident.
Your heart forgets its job.
She reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, her fingers gentle against your skin.
“You still blush the same way,” she says.
“I do not blush.”
“You do.”
Toto’s voice is low. “You do.”
You look at him.
Mistake. Huge mistake. Because he is watching you like restraint is now an active negotiation and he is losing patience with the terms.
From the salon, George calls, “Everything okay in there?”
Lewis adds, “Should we be concerned?”
Susie does not look away from you. “No,” she calls back. “We’re being excellent hosts.”
You laugh nervously. “That is one way to describe it.”
Susie’s thumb brushes your cheek. “What would you call it?”
“Dangerous.”
Toto steps closer. “Accurate.”
The air tightens.
Susie looks at Toto, then at you. There is no jealousy in her face. Only heat. And permission.
That terrifies you more than anything.
“Toto,” she says softly, “stop looking like you’re about to start a board meeting with your conscience.”
His mouth twitches. “My conscience is losing.”
“Good.”
Your breath catches.
Susie leans in first. Her kiss is familiar and completely new. Soft at the start, then warmer, deeper, like she has been waiting years to finish what a fire alarm interrupted. You make a small sound against her mouth, and her hand slides to your waist, steadying you.
Behind you, Toto inhales. That sound alone nearly ruins you.
Susie pulls back just enough to whisper, “Still two and a half?”
You blink at her, dazed. “Definitely three now.”
She laughs.
Then Toto’s hand touches your back. Large. Warm. Careful. A question.
You look up at him.
His expression is controlled, but his eyes are not. “You can tell me to stop,” he says.
You should say something clever. You have nothing. So you say the truth.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
His hand presses a little firmer against your back.
Susie watches your face as Toto leans down. He pauses close enough that your breath catches against his mouth.
“Last chance,” he murmurs.
You smile, because apparently you still have enough self-respect to be difficult.
“You always negotiate this much?”
His eyes flash. “Only when I want something badly.”
Then he kisses you.
Toto kisses like he does everything else: with control, with intent, with the terrifying confidence of a man who knows exactly when to be patient and when to stop pretending patience is useful.
Your hand grips his shirt.
Susie makes a pleased sound beside you.
From the salon, George says, “They are taking a very long time with that wine.”
Lewis replies, dryly, “I think the wine is no longer the priority.”
You break the kiss with a laugh against Toto’s mouth.
Susie takes your hand. “Come on,” she says. “Before they start writing theories.”
You return to the salon looking guilty, flushed, and absolutely terrible at pretending nothing happened.
Lewis takes one look at you and smiles slowly.
George looks at Toto. Then at Susie. Then at you.
“Oh,” George says.
You sit down and reach for your wine. “Nobody say anything.”
Lewis lifts both hands. “I would never.”
George nods solemnly. “Same.”
Toto sits beside you this time. Very close. Susie sits on your other side. Also very close.
Lewis watches the seating arrangement with open amusement. “Subtle.”
Toto gives him one calm look. “Do you have a problem?”
Lewis grins. “Not at all.”
George mutters, “I’m having several realizations.”
Susie laughs and rests her hand on your thigh beneath the edge of your dress.
Your spine straightens.
Toto notices. His hand settles at the back of the sofa behind you, fingers brushing your bare shoulder.
Lewis leans forward, eyes sparkling. “So, are we finishing dessert?”
You look at the abandoned plates on the table. Then at Susie. Then at Toto. Then at George and Lewis, both looking far too entertained and far too interested.
Susie smiles against your ear. “Dessert can wait.”
Toto’s fingers trail lightly over your shoulder. “Some things should not.”
George exhales. “Right. Well. That escalated.”
Lewis stands, smooth and amused, offering you his hand. “Only if everyone wants it to.”
For a moment, nobody jokes. Nobody teases. The room becomes soft around the edges.
You look at Susie first. She squeezes your hand. Then Toto. His gaze is steady. Then Lewis, open and patient. Then George, flushed but smiling, his confidence mixed with something surprisingly sweet.
You take Lewis’s hand. Susie stands with you. Toto rises behind you. George sets his glass down with a quiet laugh.
“Well,” he says, “this is officially the most interesting dinner I’ve ever attended.”
You glance over your shoulder at him. “Still hungry?”
George smiles. “Starving.”
Susie laughs, Toto mutters something in German. Lewis leads you down the hallway with the kind of calm confidence that should be illegal in at least twelve countries.
Susie’s hand stays warm around yours.
Toto follows behind you, close enough that you can feel him before he touches you. George comes last, muttering under his breath.
“I came here for dinner,” he says.
Lewis glances back, smiling. “You stayed for dessert.”
George exhales. “That sounded smoother in your head, didn’t it?”
“Everything sounds smooth in my head.”
Susie laughs softly. “He’s not wrong.”
You look at her. “You are enjoying this far too much.”
“Oh, darling.” She squeezes your hand. “I have waited years to finish that kiss. I am being very reasonable.”
Toto makes a low sound behind you.
Susie turns her head. “Problem?”
“No,” he says.
That is a lie. A beautiful, expensive, Austrian lie.
You reach the bedroom. Of course it is elegant. Of course it smells faintly of clean linen, amber, and something darkly masculine. Of course Monaco glows beyond the windows like the city has agreed to mind its own business for once.
Lewis lets go of your hand first. He steps back, giving you space. That almost makes it worse. The patience. The care. The fact that everyone suddenly becomes quieter.
Toto closes the door. The click is soft.
Your pulse is not.
Susie turns to face you, still smiling, but her eyes are softer now.
“Still okay?” she asks.
You nod. Your voice comes out smaller than expected. “Yes.”
Toto’s gaze sharpens instantly. He steps closer, his hand finding your chin, tilting your face up with unbearable gentleness.
“Words,” he says.
Of course. Of course he would be the one to demand precision now.
You swallow. “Yes,” you say again, clearer this time. “I want this.”
His thumb brushes once over your lower lip. “Good.”
George makes a quiet, strangled sound from somewhere near the door.
Lewis glances at him. “You alive?”
“Debatable.”
You laugh, and the tension cracks just enough for air to come back into the room.
Susie uses that moment to step behind you. Her fingers find the zipper of your dress, slow and teasing.
“You know,” she murmurs near your ear, “I knew this dress would cause problems.”
“You caused problems.”
“I opened the door. You did the rest.”
The zipper slides down.
Toto watches. That is the first real undoing.
His eyes move over you with such controlled hunger that your knees feel briefly unemployed. He does not rush forward. He does not grab. He simply watches Susie peel the fabric from your shoulders like he is memorizing the exact second his self-control becomes a historical concept.
Lewis comes closer then, standing at your side.
“You’re very quiet now,” he says softly.
You look up at him. “I’m processing.”
George lets out a laugh. “That makes two of us.”
Lewis smiles, brushing his knuckles lightly over your arm. “Take your time.”
Toto’s jaw flexes. Susie notices immediately.
“Toto,” she says, amused. “Share nicely.”
“I am being exceptionally nice.”
“You look like you’re negotiating with God.”
“He is being difficult.”
You laugh again, breathless this time. Then Susie’s lips touch your shoulder.
The laugh dies instantly.
“Oh,” George says faintly.
Lewis’s smile turns slow.
Toto steps closer. His hand settles at your waist. Large. Warm. Certain.
“Still processing?” he asks.
You look at him, then at Susie, then at Lewis, then at George, whose cheeks are flushed but whose eyes have gone dark in a way that makes your stomach flip.
“No,” you whisper.
Susie kisses your shoulder again. “Good.”
After that, the room turns into hands and warmth and low voices.
Susie kisses you first. Her mouth is soft and confident, and you lean into her with a small sound you will deny later under oath.
Lewis catches that sound with a smile.
Toto does not smile. Toto looks like a man being tested by several international committees. Then he kisses you too. Deep. Controlled. Possessive enough to make Susie laugh against your neck.
“There he is,” she murmurs.
Toto pulls back only enough to look at her. “Do not start.”
“I started twenty years ago.”
“Clearly.”
George, from behind Lewis, says, “I feel like I walked into season three of something.”
You turn your head toward him, lips swollen, dress slipping dangerously.
“Are you complaining?”
He blinks. “No.”
“Good.”
His smile appears slowly then. Younger than Toto’s. Less controlled than Lewis’s. Nervous around the edges, but hungry.
“Come here, George,” Susie says, like she is inviting him to join a board game and not rearrange the moral structure of the evening.
He obeys. Smart man. The next kiss is his — hesitant for half a second, then sharper when you pull him closer by his shirt. George makes a sound that gets Lewis laughing quietly beside you.
“Easy,” Lewis says.
George breaks the kiss just enough to mutter, “I am very calm.”
“You are absolutely not.”
“I am choosing optimism.”
You smile against George’s mouth, and then Toto’s hand slides up your back.
The reminder of him sends heat through your whole body.
You turn. He is right there. Composed, eyes burning.
“You,” you whisper, “are too calm.”
His mouth curves faintly. “Am I?”
“Yes.”
He leans down until his lips brush your ear. “That is because someone has to remain responsible.”
Susie snorts. “You? Responsible? In this room?”
Lewis laughs. “I’d like that written down for evidence.”
Toto ignores them both, his hand tightening slightly at your waist. “But,” he adds, voice dropping lower, “I am willing to be persuaded.”
Your breath catches.
Toto closes the remaining distance between you and pulls you against him. The kiss is immediate. Deep. Certain. The kind that makes your knees feel unreliable.
Your hand grips his shirt instinctively as he kisses you again, slower this time, his hand firm at your waist, keeping you close. The room blurs around the edges for a second, leaving only the warmth of him and the steady confidence that seems to follow Toto everywhere.
When you finally pull back for air, Lewis is smiling.
“Right,” he says softly.
Then he crosses the room toward Susie. She looks up at him, amused.
“Finally,” she murmurs.
Lewis laughs before kissing her.
George watches for approximately three seconds before deciding patience is no longer required.
“George,” Susie warns.
“I'm being very respectful.”
“You are absolutely not.”
He grins and steps closer anyway, his hands settling lightly on her shoulders before pressing a slow kiss to one shoulder.
Susie lets out a laugh and leans back into Lewis, who wraps an arm around her waist.
The sight would be distracting if Toto wasn't currently occupied with distracting you.
His lips brush your jaw. Your neck. The curve of your shoulder. Each kiss slower than the last.
“You are impossible,” you whisper.
“I've heard that before.”
“Today?”
“Several times.”
You laugh softly.
Across the room, Susie turns her head and kisses George.
George immediately forgets how language works. Lewis looks delighted by this development.
“You're blushing,” he tells George.
“I am not.”
“You are.”
“Shut up.”
Susie laughs against George's mouth. The sound fills the room.
Lewis starts removing his jacket, tossing it onto a nearby chair.
“Comfortable now?” Susie asks.
“Much.”
“Good.”
Toto’s arm tightens around your waist, pulling you firmly back against his chest. He is warm, solid, still annoyingly composed, and the low sound that leaves him when his mouth finds your neck tells you he is not nearly as calm as he wants everyone to believe.
“Look at you,” he murmurs against your skin. “Standing in my home dressed like this and pretending you did not know what you were doing.”
You tilt your head back against his shoulder, already losing the ability to be smug.
“I came for dinner.”
Susie laughs softly from in front of you. “Darling, dinner surrendered twenty minutes ago.”
George stands behind her, one hand on her waist, his eyes dark and wide, like he has finally stopped trying to be polite and has accepted that politeness is no longer invited.
Lewis steps closer with a champagne bottle in hand, his gaze moving over you with slow appreciation.
Toto’s fingers find the clasp of your bra. He does not ask. He knows.
Still, his lips brush your ear. “Still yes?”
Your pulse jumps. “Yes.”
The clasp opens. Slowly. Too slowly.
You make a frustrated sound and Toto smiles into your neck. “Impatient.”
“You are enjoying this too much.”
“I am enjoying it exactly enough.”
His hand slides over your stomach, holding you there while his mouth trails lower along your throat. Your bra slips from your shoulders, and Toto helps it down inch by inch, kissing every place he uncovers like he is undressing you with his mouth as much as his hands.
Across from you, George moves.
He turns Susie toward him, his fingers careful at first on the back of her dress. Susie watches him from under lowered lashes, amused and heated at once.
“You can touch me properly, George,” she says.
His breath catches. “Yes. Right. Properly.”
Lewis chuckles. “That man is fighting for his life.”
George gives him a look. “You try undressing Susie Wolff and sounding normal.”
Susie smiles. “He has a point.”
George’s hands grow bolder then, sliding her dress from her shoulders as he kisses her, slower now, less nervous, his confidence building when she melts into him with a soft hum.
Your bra falls away.
Toto turns you in his arms, his eyes moving over your body, lingering on the lingerie still low on your hips, the flush already spreading across your skin, the way your breathing has changed.
His jaw flexes. “Beautiful,” he says, voice low.
His hands move to your panties next, thumbs hooking into the delicate fabric.
He watches your face as he drags them down slowly, his touch grazing your hips, your thighs, making your breath catch all over again.
When they slip to the floor, you step out of them.
And then you are standing naked in front of him. Completely bare. Completely watched.
Toto’s gaze darkens, and for one second, he says nothing at all. That is somehow worse.
Then his hand returns to your waist, warm and possessive. “Perfect,” he murmurs.
Lewis steps behind you, his hand brushing your bare shoulder. “Very beautiful.”
The praise lands low in your stomach.
Toto notices. His thumb brushes beneath your chin, tipping your face up. “You like being praised, don’t you?”
Your lips part.
Susie answers for you, smiling. “She always did.”
You glare at her weakly. “Traitor.”
“Honest woman.”
Toto’s mouth curves. “Good to know.”
Then he kisses you again. Deep. Possessive. The kind of kiss that makes your hands grip his shirt instantly, that makes your body forget there are other people in the room until Lewis presses closer behind you and kisses the bare line of your shoulder.
You gasp into Toto’s mouth.
Lewis smiles against your skin. “Sensitive.”
Toto pulls back just enough to look at him. “Careful, Lewis.”
Lewis’s grin is pure trouble. “Always.”
“No,” Susie says, now standing in nothing but lace while George kisses her neck. “None of you are careful. That is why this is fun.”
Lewis lifts the champagne bottle.
You look at it. Then at him. “Oh no.”
“Oh yes,” he says, far too pleased.
Susie’s eyes brighten. “Do it.”
Toto’s hand tightens around your waist, holding you steady as Lewis tips the bottle.
Cold champagne spills over your chest.
You gasp sharply, arching back against Lewis, and Toto immediately lowers his mouth to your skin.
The first touch of his tongue makes your knees weaken.
“Toto—”
He hums, licking the champagne from you slowly, deliberately, following the cold trail down your breast with hot, open-mouthed kisses. Your nipple hardens under his attention, and when he wraps his lips around it, you let out a sound that makes George pause mid-kiss across the room.
“Bloody hell,” George mutters.
Susie laughs breathlessly. “Eyes on me, George.”
“I am trying.”
“No, you are staring.”
“You would stare too.”
“I am staring.”
You barely process their banter because Toto is still working his mouth over you, his tongue slow, his hand firm at your ribs, while Lewis kisses the back of your neck and lets his palms slide down your waist to your hips.
“Still okay?” Lewis murmurs near your ear.
You nod quickly.
Toto lifts his head. “Words.”
You shiver. “Yes. I’m okay.”
“Good girl.”
The words go through you like heat.
Susie sees your reaction and makes a delighted little sound. “Oh, she likes that.”
Lewis smiles against your shoulder. “She really does.”
You would complain, but Toto chooses that moment to kneel in front of you. And every word dies.
He looks up at you from his knees, still in his shirt, his sleeves rolled up, mouth wet with champagne from your skin, eyes dark and focused.
“Hold onto Lewis,” he says.
Your fingers find Lewis’s arms behind you immediately.
“Good.”
Toto’s hands slide up your thighs, spreading them just enough. He kisses the inside of one thigh, then the other, slow and maddening, while Lewis steadies you from behind, his mouth moving over your shoulder blades, his hands smoothing over your hips and ass with growing confidence.
You breathe in sharply when Toto’s mouth moves higher.
He does not rush. Of course he does not rush. He teases first, lips and tongue barely giving you enough, making you tremble, making you try to shift closer.
“Toto,” you whisper, needy already.
He looks up at you, smug and beautiful. “Yes?”
“You know what I want.”
“I do.” His thumb strokes slowly over your thigh. “I like hearing you ask.”
Lewis gives a low laugh behind you. “Cruel man.”
“Efficient man,” Toto corrects.
Susie moves closer then, leaving George flushed and slightly stunned behind her. She comes to stand beside you, completely unashamed, champagne shining on her own skin where Lewis had poured some moments before.
She catches your face in her hands. “Ask him,” she whispers.
Your breath shakes.
Toto’s fingers tighten on your thighs.
Lewis kisses the back of your neck. George, behind Susie, watches you like he cannot decide where to look first and has given up trying to be subtle.
You swallow. “Please,” you whisper.
Toto’s gaze sharpens. “Please what?”
You close your eyes for half a second.
Susie smiles against your mouth. “Use your words.”
You open your eyes and look down at Toto. “Please touch me.”
His smile turns dark. “There she is.”
Toto doesn’t tease anymore. His tongue slides through your wetness with slow, filthy precision, tasting you properly now, licking you open while his hands keep your thighs spread for him. Your head falls back against Lewis with a broken moan, and Susie kisses you at the same time, swallowing the sound with a pleased hum.
You try to move your hips, chasing his mouth, and he hums against your pussy like he enjoys how desperate you already are.
The vibration of it makes you jerk.
“Toto—”
He answers by sucking your clit into his mouth.
Your moan breaks louder, messier, right into Susie’s kiss. She smiles against your lips, one hand sliding into your hair as if she’s holding you together while Toto very deliberately takes you apart.
One of his hands holds your thigh open. Firm. Possessive. Unforgiving in the best way. The other slides up your body, over your stomach, to your breast, squeezing and teasing your nipple between his fingers until your whole body feels lit from the inside.
Lewis groans softly behind you. “You sound incredible.”
You moan into Susie’s mouth. She smiles.
You feel Toto’s tongue working over your clit in slow, devastating strokes, and it is too much and not enough all at once. The sight of him on his knees, the feel of Lewis behind you, Susie’s tongue against yours, George’s hands now on Susie’s waist as he kisses her shoulder — it all becomes too much and still not enough.
Toto pulls back for half a second, just enough to look up at you from between your thighs.
“You’re dripping for me,” he murmurs, voice rough and pleased. “So pretty.”
Your breath catches. Then he lowers his mouth again and licks you harder.
Your whole body arches. You grip Lewis harder.
He holds you easily. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs.
Toto pulls back again for one second, his mouth shining, eyes locked on yours.
“Look at me when you come.”
Your stomach flips. “Toto—”
“Look at me.”
Susie’s thumb strokes your cheek. “Do it, darling.”
George’s mouth is at Susie’s neck again, his hands sliding over her stomach, bolder now, while she watches you with parted lips and dark eyes.
Toto lowers his mouth again. The pleasure spikes. Your thighs tremble.
Lewis’s hands tighten on your hips, keeping you upright, keeping you open, keeping you exactly where Toto wants you.
“Oh God,” you gasp.
Toto hums against you, and the vibration of it makes your whole body jerk.
Susie kisses you harder. “That’s it,” she whispers against your lips. “Let go.”
And you do.
The orgasm hits sharp and hot, your body arching, your moan breaking into Susie’s mouth while Toto keeps you there, working you through it with ruthless patience. Lewis holds you through every tremor, his lips at your shoulder, murmuring praise you can barely understand. George exhales a curse against Susie’s skin, and she smiles like she has just watched something beautiful unfold.
Toto slows only when your body starts to soften. Then he presses one last kiss to the inside of your thigh and stands.
You stare at him, breathless, dizzy, completely ruined.
He wipes his mouth with his thumb, eyes on yours.
Lewis laughs softly behind you. “That should be illegal.”
George nods. “I support criminal charges.”
Susie reaches for Toto’s shirt, pulling him closer by the collar. “You are smug.”
“I am satisfied,” Toto says.
You manage a weak laugh. “I’m the one who came.”
His gaze drops to your mouth. “For now.”
The room goes very quiet. Then Susie laughs, low and delighted. “Oh,” she says. “Dinner is definitely over.”
Lewis takes the champagne bottle from the table and sets it aside. “Good. I was hoping dessert would continue.”
George looks at Susie, then at you, then at Toto. “I may need a moment.”
Susie turns in his arms and kisses him slowly. “You’ll keep up.”
He breathes out. “Yes, ma’am.”
You laugh, still shaking slightly, and Toto catches your chin, drawing your attention back to him.
“Still with us?” he asks, softer now, checking beneath the heat.
You nod. “Yes.”
His thumb brushes your lower lip. “Good.”
Then he kisses you again — deep, slow, tasting of champagne and you — while Lewis’s hands slide around your waist from behind, Susie presses closer at your side, and George finally stops pretending he is not starving too.
The bed waits behind you.
Toto moves first. His hands settle on your hips, warm and certain, and he guides you backward until your legs touch the edge of the mattress. He looks down at you for one slow second, eyes dark, mouth still wet from kissing you, and the sight alone makes your stomach pull tight.
“Lie down,” he says quietly.
It is not loud. It does not need to be.
Your body obeys before your pride can argue. You fall back onto the sheets, naked and flushed, your hair spreading over the pillow, your skin still sticky-sweet with champagne. Toto’s gaze follows every inch of you like he is memorizing the view.
Beside you, George does the same with Susie. He lowers her onto the bed with less control and more hunger, his mouth never leaving hers, one hand braced beside her head while the other slides over her waist. Susie laughs into the kiss, pleased and breathless, then reaches for you.
Your bodies turn toward each other naturally.
Her hand cups your jaw. “Hi,” she whispers.
You smile, dazed. “Hi.”
Then she kisses you. Soft at first, then deeper, wetter, hungrier. Your hand slides over her stomach, up her ribs, over the curve of her breast, and she makes a low sound against your mouth. Her lips leave yours and trail down to your neck, biting gently enough to make you gasp.
Across the room, clothes begin to fall.
Lewis undresses with smooth confidence, jacket already gone, shirt following quickly, dark eyes fixed on you and Susie tangled together on the bed. George is already naked beside Susie, flushed and hard, staring at both of you like he has forgotten every polite thought he has ever had.
Toto takes his time. Cruel man.
His eyes never leave you as he unbuttons his shirt. One button. Then another. Then another.
You are lying there with Susie’s mouth at your neck, your hand moving over her body, and still you cannot stop looking at him.
Susie notices. Her smile curves against your skin.
“Oh,” she murmurs, just loud enough for him to hear. “My husband wants to fuck you.”
Your breath catches. Toto pauses with his shirt open, his chest bare, his belt still fastened.
His eyes sharpen. “Susie.”
“What?” she says sweetly, kissing your jaw. “She’s staring at you like she wants to be eaten alive.”
Lewis laughs, low and amused, stepping closer to the bed. “She has a point.”
George, completely naked now and shameless about it, grips Susie’s thigh and leans over her. “For the record,” he says, voice rough, “I’ll fuck both of you.”
Susie turns her head toward him, eyes bright with heat. “Ambitious.”
George kisses her hard. “Motivated.”
Lewis’s laugh turns darker as he climbs onto the bed beside you. “Careful, George. Big promises.”
George’s mouth moves down Susie’s neck. “I intend to keep them.”
You barely have time to breathe before Lewis is kissing you. He is warm, naked, confident, his body pressing close to yours as his mouth opens against yours. One of his hands slides up your side and cups your breast, thumb teasing your nipple slowly, and you moan into his mouth before you can stop yourself.
Toto hears it. You know he does. Because his belt opens with a sharp metallic sound.
Your eyes fly to him. His shirt drops to the floor. Then his trousers.
He undresses like he knows you are watching and wants to make it worse. Slow, precise, controlled, until he stands fully naked at the foot of the bed, hard and heavy, his gaze locked on your mouth.
A sound slips from you. Completely involuntary.
Toto smiles. “There she is,” he murmurs.
Lewis kisses down your throat, his hand still working your breast, fingers rolling your nipple until you arch into him. His other hand slides between your thighs, teasing, testing, feeling how wet you already are.
“Fuck,” Lewis breathes against your skin. “You’re soaked.”
You moan, but your eyes are still on Toto. Always on Toto.
Beside you, George pushes Susie’s thighs apart and moves over her. She grips his shoulders, breath already uneven, lips parted, her eyes flicking between him and you like she wants to watch everything at once.
Then George enters her.
Susie cries out, head falling back against the pillow. “Oh— George— yes.”
The sound makes your whole body clench.
George groans into her neck, his hips starting slow, then harder when she drags her nails down his back and pulls him closer.
“Yes,” Susie gasps, breasts moving with each thrust, her voice rough and beautiful. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
George does not stop. He moves faster, rougher, losing his nerves and finding hunger, and Susie’s moans fill the room while Lewis’s fingers slide through your wetness and press exactly where you need him.
Your hips jerk. “Toto,” you breathe without meaning to.
Toto steps closer. His hand wraps around his cock, stroking once, slow and deliberate, eyes fixed on your face.
“You want something?” he asks.
Your mouth goes dry.
Lewis laughs softly, fingers still teasing you. “I think she does.”
Toto comes to the side of the bed, towering over you, naked and devastating, the control in his face hanging by a thread. He reaches down and catches your chin, forcing your gaze up to his.
“If you’re going to stare,” he murmurs, “make yourself useful.”
Heat punches through you. You sit up immediately, Lewis’s body still pressed behind yours, his hand between your thighs, his mouth at your shoulder.
Toto guides your face closer. “Open.”
You do.
You take his cock into your mouth slowly, eyes lifting to his, and Toto’s composure cracks at the first slide of your lips around him. His hand tightens in your hair, not forcing, just holding, grounding, while a low groan slips from his throat.
“Mein Gott,” he breathes. “Good girl.”
The praise goes straight through you.
At the same moment, Lewis shifts behind you. His hands grip your hips, spreading you, and then he pushes into you from behind in one slow, deep motion.
You moan around Toto’s cock.
Toto’s jaw tightens, his eyes darkening as he feels the sound vibrate through him.
Lewis groans against your back. “Fuck, she feels incredible.”
Toto’s hand slides from your hair to your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin as you take him deeper.
“Look at me,” he says, voice rough.
You do.
Your eyes stay locked on his as Lewis starts moving behind you, slow at first, then building a rhythm that makes your whole body rock forward onto Toto. Every thrust pushes you deeper onto him, and Toto watches you with a kind of dark, possessive hunger that makes you wetter around Lewis.
Beside you, Susie is falling apart beautifully.
George fucks her harder now, one hand gripping her hip, the other tangled in the sheets beside her head. Susie clings to him, moaning his name, her eyes half-open and fixed on you taking Toto while Lewis takes you from behind.
“Oh, she looks perfect like that,” Susie breathes.
Toto groans.
Lewis laughs, breathless and low. “She feels perfect too.”
You whimper around Toto, overwhelmed by all of it — his weight on your tongue, Lewis filling you from behind, Susie’s moans beside you, George’s rough curses as he drives into her.
Toto’s thumb strokes your cheek. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Take it. Let him fuck you while you keep your mouth on me.”
Your body trembles.
Lewis’s hand slides to your stomach, holding you against him as he thrusts deeper.
“You like that?” he murmurs near your ear. “Being between us?”
You cannot answer. Your mouth is full of Toto. So you moan.
Toto smiles. “She likes it.”
George curses under his breath, looking at you and Susie like the sight is pushing him closer to the edge.
Susie reaches for your hand.
You find hers blindly on the sheets, fingers tangling together while both of you are taken, watched, adored. She squeezes your hand, and when George changes his angle, she cries out, body arching, nails digging into his back.
“Yes— George— fuck, yes—”
Her pleasure drags yours higher.
Lewis feels it. His hand slips between your thighs, fingers finding your clit, circling with maddening precision while he keeps fucking you from behind.
Your moan turns broken around Toto.
Toto’s eyes narrow. “There,” he says softly. “That’s my girl.”
Your thighs shake.
Lewis groans, hips snapping harder. “She’s close.”
Toto’s hand tightens in your hair.
“Are you?” he asks. “Are you going to come with my cock in your mouth and Lewis inside you?”
Your eyes water. You nod as much as you can.
“Good,” Toto says, voice wrecked now. “Then do it.”
Lewis rubs your clit harder.
Your body snaps.
The orgasm tears through you, hot and overwhelming, your cunt clenching around Lewis as you moan helplessly around Toto’s cock. Your whole body shakes between them, Susie’s hand squeezing yours as she cries out beside you, coming under George with a broken, beautiful sound.
George groans loudly and follows her, hips stuttering, face buried against her neck.
Lewis swears behind you, still moving, dragging your orgasm out until you are trembling and oversensitive.
Toto pulls back just enough to let you breathe, his hand cupping your jaw, thumb brushing over your wet lower lip.
“You look ruined,” he murmurs.
You gasp for air, flushed and shaking.
“Good.”
Lewis laughs against your shoulder. “Very good.”
Susie turns her head toward you, hair messy, cheeks flushed, mouth curved in a lazy, satisfied smile.
“Still hungry?” she asks.
You laugh weakly.
Toto’s eyes drop to your mouth again.
“Oh, Schatz” he says, voice low and dangerous. “We are nowhere near finished.”
Lewis presses a kiss between your shoulder blades.
George lifts his head from Susie’s neck, breathless and grinning. “Thank God.”
Susie laughs.
Toto’s hand slides back into your hair.
Lewis’s grip tightens on your hips. And then Lewis loses the last piece of control he had been pretending to own.
His rhythm turns rougher for a few seconds, his forehead dropping against the back of your shoulder, a low groan tearing out of him as he comes inside you. His hands hold you firmly against him, fingers pressing into your hips while his body shudders through it.
“Fuck,” he breathes, voice wrecked. “You’re dangerous.”
You are still trembling, still trying to breathe, still feeling the aftershocks of your own orgasm rolling through you when Toto’s fingers tighten gently in your hair.
He pulls his cock from your mouth slowly, his eyes locked on your face.
For one second, he just looks at you. Your lips wet. Your cheeks flushed. Your body still held by Lewis from behind.
His expression turns darker. Hungrier. “That was very pretty,” Toto murmurs.
Your breath catches.
Lewis laughs softly behind you, still inside you, still catching his breath. “Only pretty?”
Toto’s gaze flicks to him. “Careful.”
Lewis grins and eases out of you slowly, his hands rubbing over your hips in soothing strokes when you shiver. He presses one kiss between your shoulder blades, warm and satisfied, then shifts aside.
“Please,” Lewis says, amused, breathless, and far too pleased with himself. “Be my guest.”
Toto smiles. It is not kind. It is not polite. It is devastating.
“Time for me,” he says.
Your whole body reacts.
Lewis laughs under his breath and reaches for Susie, pulling her gently toward him where she lies flushed and breathing heavily beside you. She goes willingly, still soft and loose from George, her hair a mess, her lips swollen, her smile wicked.
George, stretched nearby and still shamelessly pleased with himself, watches with dark eyes while his hand moves lazily over his own cock, slow and unhurried now, like he has every intention of enjoying the show before taking part again.
Susie settles against Lewis’s chest, her eyes drifting to you as Toto moves between your thighs.
“Oh,” she murmurs, voice silky. “There he is.”
Toto leans over you, one hand braced beside your head, the other sliding along your thigh, opening you for him with maddening confidence.
You look up at him, breathless.
He is fully naked above you. Tall, broad, flushed with restraint, his cock hard and heavy between his thighs. His eyes are fixed on you like nothing else in the room exists.
And somehow, despite Lewis still kissing Susie beside you, despite George stroking himself while he watches, despite the ruined sheets and champagne on your skin — Toto makes the room feel smaller. Owned. Centered around the space between your bodies.
He lowers his mouth to yours. The kiss is slow at first. Too slow. Cruel.
Your hands fly to his shoulders, nails dragging lightly over his skin as he settles his weight between your thighs. His body presses against yours, warm and solid, and when his cock drags through the mess of you — Lewis still inside you, your own wetness, the heat left behind by every touch — you moan into Toto’s mouth.
He groans back. Deep. Controlled only by force.
“Mein Gott,” he mutters against your lips. “Look at you.”
Your hips lift toward him. “Toto…”
His hand catches your thigh and pushes it higher around his waist.
“Already needy again?”
You nod, shameless now. “Yes.”
Lewis laughs softly from beside you. “She barely got a minute.”
Susie, curled against Lewis, watches with heavy-lidded eyes. “She does not need a minute. Look at her.”
George exhales, his hand tightening around himself. “I am looking.”
Toto’s eyes do not leave yours. “Good,” he says. “Then watch properly.”
He lines himself up.
Your breath catches so sharply it almost hurts.
Toto sees it and kisses you once, softer now, a quick, grounding touch. “Still with me?” he asks.
You nod. “Yes.”
“Words.”
“Yes,” you whisper. “I want you.”
His control slips for one beautiful second.
Then he pushes into you. Slow. Deep. Possessive.
You cry out, hands gripping his shoulders, your body stretching around him while he fills you with agonizing patience. He does not rush. He gives you every inch like he wants you to feel the difference, like he wants everyone in the room to see exactly what happens to you when it is him.
Your head falls back. “Toto—”
“I know,” he murmurs, voice rough. “I know, Schatz.”
He bottoms out and stills. Just for a moment. Enough to make you feel him everywhere. Enough to make your thighs tremble around his hips.
Enough to make Susie’s breath catch beside you.
Lewis murmurs, “Fuck, that’s a sight.”
George groans. “You’re telling me.”
Toto turns his head just slightly, his mouth near your ear. “They’re watching you,” he says quietly. “All of them.”
Your body clenches around him.
He feels it. His laugh is low and dark. “Oh, you liked that.”
You whimper. “Toto— please—”
His hips draw back. Slowly. Then he thrusts forward. Hard enough to knock the breath from you.
The moan that leaves you is loud, helpless, completely ruined.
Susie smiles from beside Lewis, her hand sliding over his chest while she watches you fall apart beneath her husband.
“There,” she whispers. “That is what she wanted.”
Toto starts moving. Deep. Measured. Relentless.
His hands hold your thighs apart, keeping you open beneath him while he fucks you with that devastating precision that makes your entire body feel like it belongs to him. Every thrust is controlled at first, each one pushing a sound from your throat, each one making the bed shift beneath you.
You can feel Lewis’s come inside you mixing with your own wetness, making every stroke slicker, filthier, hotter.
Toto feels it too. His jaw tightens.
“Fuck,” he breathes, rare and rough. “You feel so good like this.”
Your nails scrape down his back.
“Yes,” you gasp. “Toto, yes—”
He lowers himself closer, his chest pressing to yours, his mouth catching yours in a kiss that turns messy almost instantly. You taste champagne, heat, him. Your legs lock around his waist, pulling him deeper, and his rhythm falters for half a second before he growls softly against your mouth.
“Greedy girl.”
You nod against him, beyond shame.
“Yes.”
George laughs breathlessly from the side. “At least she’s honest.”
Susie reaches out and brushes her fingers over your cheek, her eyes soft and wicked at once.
“She always was.”
Lewis kisses Susie’s shoulder, one hand sliding between her thighs as she hums and arches lightly against him, still watching you.
Toto lifts his head. His eyes are darker now. Less controlled.
“Look at me.”
You force your eyes open.
He thrusts deeper. Your mouth falls open.
“That’s it,” he says. “Keep looking at me while I fuck you.”
A broken moan leaves you.
George curses softly. Lewis goes quiet, focused now, his fingers moving against Susie as she starts breathing harder again.
But Toto keeps your attention. He owns it. Every time your eyes threaten to drift shut, his hand catches your jaw.
“Eyes open.”
You obey.
Your body is oversensitive, used, adored, pushed close to the edge again far too quickly. His cock hits deep, each thrust harder than the last, and you can barely form words anymore.
“Toto— oh God—”
He smiles, but it is strained now, his own breath turning rough.
“There she is. My pretty girl.”
Your body tightens. The praise ruins you.
He feels it instantly. “You’re close again.”
You nod frantically.
“Say it.”
“I’m close,” you gasp. “Toto, I’m so close—”
Susie moans beside you, Lewis’s fingers working her steadily while she watches you. “Come for him.”
George’s hand moves faster over himself. “Fuck, yes, come for him.”
Toto’s mouth drops to your ear. “Come on my cock,” he murmurs. “Let them see.”
That breaks you.
Your orgasm crashes through you with brutal force, your back arching off the bed, your thighs shaking around his waist as you come around him. You cry out his name, loud and shameless, fingers digging into his shoulders while pleasure tears through your body.
Toto groans, his rhythm turning rougher as you clench around him.
“Mein Gott— yes— just like that.”
He fucks you through it, not letting up, drawing every last tremor out of you until you are sobbing his name into the heated air.
Lewis groans beside you as Susie comes under his hand, her body curling against him, her eyes locked on you and Toto.
George curses and spills over his own hand, his gaze fixed on the way Toto keeps moving inside you.
The room falls apart all at once.
Toto is the last to break. His thrusts grow deeper, less precise, his forehead dropping to yours as his hand grips your thigh hard enough to anchor both of you.
“Where?” he breathes, voice wrecked.
“Inside,” you gasp without hesitation. “Please— inside.”
His control snaps.
He drives into you one last time and comes deep, a low, broken groan tearing from his chest as his body tenses over yours. You feel him fill you, hot and pulsing, his breath shaking against your mouth as he rides it out with small, heavy movements.
For a few seconds, nobody speaks. Only breathing. Skin. Heat. The quiet ruin of all of you.
Toto stays inside you, his weight carefully held above you, one hand stroking your thigh now, softer, gentler.
Then he kisses you. Slow. Tender. A complete betrayal of the way he just took you apart.
“You okay?” he whispers.
You nod, dazed. “Yes.”
His thumb brushes your cheek. “Good girl.”
You laugh weakly. “Do not say that again unless you want me to combust.”
Susie laughs from beside you, still tucked against Lewis. “Too late.”
Lewis kisses her temple. “She combusted beautifully.”
George flops back against the pillows, ruined and grinning. “I need another dinner invitation.”
Toto turns his head slowly. “Absolutely not.”
You all laugh.
And somehow, with Toto still close, Susie’s hand finding yours again, Lewis warm at her back, and George looking like he has just survived the best disaster of his life, the room softens.
The filth fades into warmth. The chaos becomes closeness.
Toto presses another kiss to your forehead. “You are staying right here,” he murmurs.
You smile, exhausted and glowing. “Bossy.”
His mouth curves. “Accurate.”
Outside, Monaco glittered on.
Inside, dinner had been forgotten, dessert had become a scandal, and nobody looked even slightly sorry.
pairing: max verstappen x age gap!reader x daniel ricciardo
summary: you thought the puppy fever that took over the paddock by storm would rub into your two boyfriends, but it seems to be a struggle to convince them to get a dog
fc: sab zada
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a/n: grand prix winner max verstappen you were missed 🙂↕️
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username he’s the cutest little puppy 🥺
username besides alex and charles, there’s no one that loves that dog more than y/n
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yourusername in my back pocket of course
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alexandrasaintmleux and he loves it everytime 🤍
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username she’s a cutie look at her!!
username her eyes 🥺🥺
username omg finally! this girl was screaming at the sky for a puppy
username ahhh so pretty 🥰 i wonder what her name is
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yourusername dandelion*
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yourusername omg her and leo 🥺
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yourusername best boyfriends ever !!!!!
danielricciardo 🥰🫶🏽
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yourusername the most perfect one❤️
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username they might be the best throuple ever
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username jimmy, sassy and dandelion are the main characters
username awww max found his love for dandelion 🥰
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maxverstappen1 ❤️
username he was NOT inmune to little dandelion charm
♥ pairing: oscar piastri x lily zneimer x f!singer!webber!reader
♥ synopsis: as the daughter of mark webber you got to know oscar piastri pretty quick and soon enough the two of you were dating. no one had known that you both were also dating lily, leading everyone to believe the leaked pictures of her and Oscar was evidence he was cheating on you. they couldn’t have been more wrong
♥ smau - fc: gracie abrams - none of the pictures are mine
♥ warnings: swearing and hate comments !!!
♥ a/n: my first poly fic! ty to bestie liz and cleo for hyping me up <3
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y/n.webber channel that sad energy into a song queen
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user8 hope you're doing well 💛
user3 ilyy
user6 pls shes so unserious 😭
user5 that's so real
user9 wait so did her and her boyfriend break up?
user2 I'm pretty sure. everyone's been speculating it and they haven't been seen together in a long time
user1 is she making a new album ???
user10 liv and tay in the likess 🫶
user7 I still can't believe she's mark's daughter omggg
user12 those family genetics 😍
user2 we love you <3
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y/n.webber cut my hair in the way that i've wanted
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user9 change my number and bury my wallet !!!
user8 augusta <3
user12 LOVE
mclarenf1 we'll see you at the GP
y/n.webber <3
user10 shut up y/n is gonna be there?
user6 I thought she had a concert that day?
user1 @/user6 she has one the night before :)
user5 no bc how is she so pretty
user13 oscar in the likes 👀
user7 GORGEOUS
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f1gossip mark, y/n, and oscar are ready for the australian grand prix
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y/n.webber @/aussiegrit I'm starting to think you like Oscar more than me :(
oscarpiastri he does ❤️
yourusername 🖕
user8 now kiss
user14 enemies to lovers
user4 my favorite australian trio
user1 why'd he have to shave his beard 😔
user9 THE CAT
user2 oscar and mark pookie off
user10 everyone pray for an oscar home race podium
user3 🕯️oscar home race win 🕯️
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y/n.webber date night <3
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user7 I love how she doesn't even have to tell us she's dating oscar because we all just know
user9 THEM WATCHING TANGLED 😭🫶
user3 oscar getting her lilies :')
y/n.webber actually I got him lilies
oscarpiastri 🧡
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user4 this is the cutest shit I've ever seen
user1 mark in the likesss looks like oscar has the stamp of approval
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oscarpiastri lando crashed our date
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landonorris I did not "crash" your date I just happened to be there.
oscarpiastri as if you didn't follow us
y/n.webber @/landonorris you LITERALLY crashed into the back of my kart
mclarenf1 lando we talked about your internet stalking problem.
user8 PLEASE 💀
user6 why'd they have to call him out like that 😭
user2 the admins are my favorite part of the f1 cinematic universe
-A Few Months Later-
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y/n.webber The Secret Of Us is out now! The songs on this album are a collection of my life these past few months and I’m so excited to share them with you all. Special thank you to @/aarondessner and @/taylorswift I love you both 💛
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user1 I hope she rips oscar to shreds
user7 y/n better than revenge era
user9 !!!
user3 girl you can do so much better than o***r
user12 I'm so ready to scream and cry to this
user2 I cannot believe he cheated on her
user16 out of all the guys on the grid OSCAR?!?!
user11 kitten I'll be honest I'm still not over good riddance 😔
user8 LMAO
user9 so true 😭
user15 hyped af for the taylor collab
user16 the fact that she's the daughter of mark, the man who supported him since day one and he STILL cheated on her is CRAZYY
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y/n.webber throwback to my time at last year's era's tour. I'm so glad to be back 🩷
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taylorswift were so glad to have you <3
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yourusername I miss you too babes
user9 "and you knew my last love let me down" OSCARRRRAHHH
user7 AND I BET HES AT HER PLACE RIGHT NOW
user10 I'm so excited to see you
user16 he fumbled so hard
user4 we love you <3
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y/n.webber I understand that, without my agreement, @/f1gossip put out a post a week ago that said Oscar Piastri was cheating on me. This is wrong and I am in a happy relationship with both Oscar and Lily. He did not cheat on me.
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lilyzneimer I love you 🩷
y/n.webber I love you more
user7 😨
user1 I'm not even sure what to say
user12 I'm so sorry oscar we weren't familiar with your game 😭
user3 I-
user6 in true bi panic fashion
user4 FUCK 😭
user19 everyone say sorry Oscar
user2 sorry oscar
user5 we're sorry Oscar :(
user13 WE DIDN'T KNOW WE SWEAR
user10 sorry Oscar 😔
user21 💖💜💙
user23 the @ is such a boss bitch move
user8 saying sorry to Oscar online isn't enough I need to revoke my statements in a court of law
user7 same
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oscarpiastri flowers for my favs 💐
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y/n.webber my loves 🩷
lilyzneimer 👩❤️💋👩
user7 my favorite throuple
user23 as if you weren't hating on oscar yesterday
user7 and I am deeply ashamed
user12 we said we're sorry :(
user6 yea oscar x lily x y/n are cute but wheres mark x fernando x taylor
Fire ignites. Silk seduces. Obsidian possesses. Together they are an empire — bound by lust, ruled by desire, destined for ruin.
She's Mercedes' rising star.
They're the most powerful couple in Formula 1.
And behind closed doors… she's theirs — their secret, their sin, their obsession and their possesion.
Polyamory. Power. Jealousy. Desire. Sex.
Toto Wolff is ruling the motorsport world with the kind of charisma that makes the contracts tremble.
And beside him? Two women. His women. His Queens.
Together, they’re not a love triangle.
They’re an empire.
A love story as dangerous as the track itself — and the Wolffs take no prisoners.
Are you ready to sin?
If you think you’ve got the nerve to enter their world — buckle up. And leave your morals at the door.
✽ read on: AO3 - Wattpad - or read below
✽ pairing: Toto Wolff x Susie Wolff x fem!driver
✽ warnings: smut, smut with feelings, explicit smut, MFF threesome, polyamory, age gap (20s,40s,50s), bisexual female, oral sex (F and M giving and receiving), lesbian sex, triangle sex MFF, dark romance, possessive behavior, dirty talk, boss/employee, dominance and submission, angst, power imbalance, emotional manipulation, dominant and protective Toto, protective Susie, found family
✽ series word count: 160k words of desire, power and burning love
Parts of the Series
(reading order)
#1 Their Possession
Chapter 1: Crossing the Line
Chapter 2: Under Their Spell
Chapter 3: You Belong to Us
#2 Velvet Nights
Chapter 1: A New Order
Chapter 2: The Queen of Mercedes
Chapter 3: Empire of Silk and Fire
Chapter 4: The Crownless Throne
Chapter 5: The Night She Ruled
Chapter 6: Crowned by Fire
#3 Dangerous Game
Chapter 1: Their Sanctuary
Chapter 2: A Night for Queens
Chapter 3: Shadow and Spotlight
Chapter 4: The Jealousy Protocol
Chapter 5: The Gala, the Glare, and the Big Bad Wolf
Chapter 6: Queen of Fire
#4 Obsession Protocol
Chapter 1: Call me Daddy
Chapter 2: Fury in Silver
Chapter 3: The Truth Revealed
Chapter 4: Taken by Two
Chapter 5: Back in the Game
Chapter 6: Before the Fall
#5 Bound by Fire
Chapter 1: Survival Strategy
Chapter 2: The Cost of an Empire
Chapter 3: When the End Draws Near
Chapter 4: The Fall of the Queen
Chapter 5: House of Sin
Chapter 6: The Time of Masquerade
Chapter 7: Garden of Eden
Chapter 8: Burning Secret
#6 Ashes Between Us
Chapter 1: People of Ice
Chapter 2: Three broken Hearts
Chapter 3: Chasing Oblivion
Chapter 4: King's Secret
Chapter 5: Unbearable Silence
Chapter 6: Come back to Us
Chapter 7: The Final Lap
pairing: lewis hamilton/fernando alonso x fem!reader
summary: there weren't many people who could get under nando's skin like lewis could. if only he knew what seeing you under lewis would do to him
cw: 18+, SMUT, double penetration, creampie, slight breeding kink if you squint, cussing, use of sex toys, genital piercing, cunnilingus, blowjob, threesome (MMF), anal, doing dirty things in public, safe word use, boys kissing, banter, everybody being some lil freakazoids
wc: 7.3K
a/n: one day i will tell y’all about the 3 month situationship/fling i just had with a 44-year old man this summer. not today though. BUT sorry for the delay 😭 been writing this part since last november, and no beta reader so pls ignore any mistakes, thank youuuu 🫶🏽 the content warnings on this are insane and i genuinely have no clue where i got 7K words from 🙂 (only vaguely aware of the lore between them, but i don’t wanna know any more)
as always, all translations from google 🫡
You and Fernando were sitting on your flight to Vegas, well rested after the 3 week break. “Only three races left,” Fernando said, making you glance up at him from where your head was resting on his shoulder. “I know …” you trailed off looking at him with a raised brow. “So …” he stalled. “So what?” You lifted your head and turned to completely face him. He had your full attention now. He let out a sigh before gesturing for you to sit in his lap. You uncrossed your legs and slid them across Fernando’s lap, sliding the rest of your body with them. “Only choose one more cariño.”
You couldn’t help but pout at that. “Fernandooooo, come on! You said whoever I wanted.” You gave his shoulder a weak punch and could feel his body shaking with laughter. “Si, but tired of sharing.” “It’s only been like five drivers though.” “So spoiled. Five too many princesa. Just choose one.”
You rolled your eyes but agreed. You were honestly surprised Fernando had let you get as far as you did and you definitely thought he would’ve put a stop to this after Carlos. “Who’s it gonna be?” He questioned. You already knew your answer but you had to feign ignorance for Fernando’s sake. How could you tell him you wanted the last person invited into your bed to be his ex-teammate and long standing rival. Sir Lewis Hamilton.
The man was so fine he almost brought you to your knees every time you saw him. In more ways than one. At one point you even asked Nando why he didn't dress fashionably arriving into the paddock like Lewis. He leveled you with a stare so stern that you didn’t dare ask again.
“You’re gonna be mad,” you mumble. He lets out an exaggerated sigh before squeezing you and kissing your temple. “Already know.”
“Who do you think?”
“George. Who else?”
You let out a scoff and can feel Fernando’s belly moving with a loud laugh. “Know you want Lewis. Maybe more than me.” “Not possible. The man is fine, but he’s not you.”
“Of course, no one can be me.” He responds with a grin. You laugh and bring Fernando in for a kiss. “Good, because you’re gonna have to talk to Lewis.” Fernando let out something that was a mixture between a moan and a groan and you wrapped your arm around his neck. “What’s wrong Nando? Scared to talk to him?”
“No. Never scared to talk to Hamilton. Just don’t want him thinking he can have you.” “I’m always yours baby,” you respond with a soft kiss to his lips. “But he can have me for a few hours.” You try to move from his lap but he’s way faster than you, his arms tightening around you and he squeezes hard. “¿Horas? ¿Qué tal 30 minutos?” [Hours? How about 30 minutes?] Fernando responds sassily. You let out a squeal, as he lifts you bridal style, taking you towards the back of the plane.
***
It was 11:30PM and you fought the urge to yawn. Quali had just ended and you hadn’t had dinner yet, Fernando insisted you wait until he was done for the day so that you could eat together. You were watching him button his shirt when he caught your eye in the mirror. “Go with Lewis cariño.” “What?” you choked on your spit. “Go with Lewis.” He repeated. “Is this gonna be another Carlos situation?” You question, remembering the way Carlos had propositioned you in his driver’s room. Fernando shook his head. “Something to give you. Will only take 10 minutes. I’ll be there soon.”
“I’m not fucking him at the paddock am I?” You let a whine slip out, your mood slightly sour. You wanted to scratch the superstar off your list, but not when you had an empty stomach and were ready for bed. “Bad enough that we haven’t had dinner. I’m starving Nando.” You stood up and did a few stomps over to where he was standing. “And I’m sleepy.” You stuck your lips out in a pout making him chuckle.
Fernando wrapped you in a hug and gave your lips a kiss. “You remind me of Lancito when you get like this.” “Good to know Lance loves dinner just as much as I do.” Fernando gave you a squeeze, laughing under his breath. “Not fucking him here cariño. Just need to give you something. That is all. Then we eat. Prometo.” [I promise.] Fernando said, planting another kiss on you and giving your arms a squeeze. You narrowed your eyes at him, turning towards the door. “Fernando Alonso Diaz, if you’re lying to me, I’m not talking to you for a week.” You can hear him laughing and a faint “I’m not,” leave his lips.
You close the door behind you and begin making your way down the hall. Before you could get too far, the man you were going to see appeared right before your eyes, hands behind his back.
“Hi, sweetheart.” He gave you a sweet smile. “Knew it was only a matter of time before you asked me.”You couldn’t help but let out a scoff and cross your arms.
“Ask you what?” You questioned. He gave you a look and you knew you couldn’t keep playing coy. You roll your eyes, readjusting your arms. “And what makes you so sure that’s what I’m here for?” “Look at me,” he says, gesturing towards himself. You step forward and give him a playful pinch to the arm, making him laugh. “Don’t flatter yourself, Hamilton.” His brow raised at that. “Hamilton? You’re more like Fernando than I thought.”
“Yeah yeah,” you reply, waving him off. You weren’t trying to be impatient with him on purpose, but the lack of food and sleep was making you a little cranky. “Fernando said you had something to give me.” “Here,” he pulled a small black bag from behind his back. “Open it in the bathroom.” “What is it?” you question, taking it from him. “You’ll need it for dinner. Just go put it in.” Your ears perked up at that. “Ask me nicely,” you demand, feeling a little bratty. You can visibly see his eyes darken and he reaches out to grab your shoulders. He steers you to the bathroom that was conveniently right next to you, pushing you in and shutting the door without saying a word. You open the bag and you’re greeted with a silver butt plug, a heart shaped pink jewel on the end, and a bottle of lube. You were wide awake now.
You stare at it for a while until you could hear Fernando talking with Lewis and you knew you needed to bite the bullet and do it. You lift your skirt, and slide your panties down, stepping out of them and putting them on the sink. You grab the plug out of the bag, admiring it for a little before covering it in lube. You and Fernando had used plugs every now and again, so you knew just how much to use to be able to get it inside. It also helped that Lewis had managed to find one that wasn’t abnormally large. You circle your rim a few times, letting some lube smear across, before you gently press it in. The stretch burns, and you’re having to remember to breathe through it, knowing how good it’ll feel when it’s inside. You get the plug fully in, you can feel the base sitting snugly against you and you gasp at the fullness, letting your eyes slowly roll back.
There’s a knock at the door and you hear Lewis’ voice. “Everything okay in there?”
“All good!” You shout, hoping your pants aren’t noticeable in your speech. You stand up and let out a quiet moan at the feeling of the plug shifting, your core clenching in anticipation of being filled too. You wash your hands, drying them and grabbing the discarded bag before opening the door. You just barely remember to grab your forgotten panties, and can see both Lewis and Fernando standing there with their hands in their pockets. You try to discreetly tuck the panties into the bag but Fernando sees them before you can.
“Dame esos cariño,” [Give me those sweetheart] he says like it’s normal. Your cheeks burn and you hold them out to him, your eyes focused on him in an effort to ignore Lewis’ searing gaze on you. He takes them out of your hand, slipping them into the pocket of his dress pants. “Mira a Lewis,” [Look at Lewis] Fernando says, his voice low and smooth. You will yourself to lock eyes with Lewis and he’s staring at you with the same fiery look with the addition of a lazy smirk.
“Did you put it in?” Lewis asks. You feel your body heat up. You nod, not wanting to speak, just in case the moan you were holding in would slip out. “Can we see?” his voice deepening an octave. Your knees almost buckled at the sultry, sleepy looks on both of their faces. You slowly turned around, grabbing the hem of your skirt and lifting it, bending over. Their reactions are immediate. Two moans meet your ears and you feel a hand caress your ass.
“Such a good girl isn’t she?” you hear Lewis ask, accompanied by a light tap at the end of the plug. You bite your lip to stop the moan from escaping but still make an audible sound. “Such a pretty pussy too,” you feel his finger rubbing across your core, and if you weren’t wet before, surely you were now. “Don’t tease me Sir,” the title slips out before you can stop it. Fernando lets out a low moan and you can see Lewis drop to one knee behind you, bringing his face close to your center. He spreads you open and you can feel his breath on your hole. “I’m sorry sweetheart,” he mumbles and leans in and gives it a small kiss. “Fuck,” you gasp out.
You hear him chuckle and feel slaps on both of your cheeks, no doubt one of them coming from Fernando. “Levántate cariño,” [Stand up sweetheart] Fernando says. You stand back up, your skirt falling from your fingers and settling into place. You shift a little, trying to subtly adjust yourself and you can feel your center throbbing.
Fernando reaches for your hand, pulling you so you’re snug in his side. “Dinner?” he says like he’s reminding you. “Not my fault,” you mumble with a pout. He chuckles and runs his hand up and down your arm. “Did not say it was cariño,” he responds, giving you a kiss on the temple and leading you down the hallway.
***
You step into the dimly lit restaurant, the host visibly straightening up when they spot the two world champions walking over. “Good evening Mr. Alonso,” they say. “Mr. Hamilton.” “Good evening,” they say together. “Good evening Miss. Table for 3?” The host looks at you. You blink and manage to nod, holding Fernando’s hand as the waiter leads you to the back of the restaurant. You couldn’t help but notice how sparse it had become, the noises becoming quieter the further back you went. You arrived at your table, a booth with high sides tucked into the corner. The immediate tables around you were empty, your closest neighbor so far that you couldn’t hear their conversation, only the murmurs of people talking. “Here you are,” the waiter spoke.
Fernando motioned for you to sit and you slid into the booth, Lewis following and Nando sitting on the other side. You raised a brow at Fernando but he didn’t say a word, choosing to smirk at you instead. A different waiter joins your table and fills your glasses with water, you vaguely hear Fernando talking with him but your thoughts are elsewhere. You grab your glass, bringing it to your lips when you feel a strong vibration that almost makes you almost drop it. “What the fuck, Lewis?” You asked, not believing he would make you wear a plug that vibrates.
“Don’t blame me. Blame Fernando.” You look across the table at Fernando who now has a grin on his face. “Thought it would be fun cariño.” “You think my asshole getting abused all night is fun for me?” The smile disappears off of his face almost immediately and the vibration stops. “Si esto no te divierte, dímelo. Por favor. Jamás se me ocurriría hacerte daño” [If this is not fun for you, tell me. Please. I could never dream of hurting you]. Fernando said with a sincere look. “Cariño, if you do not like this, I can put an end to it right now.”
“Yeah, I'm sorry love. I should've asked if it was okay with you first. We definitely don’t have to do this.” You catch your jaw before it drops. When you made the comment, you were only referring to the vibrations and the orgasms they would cause while you were out in public. You very much wanted to do this, but the way that Fernando and Lewis immediately checked on you and wanted to know how you felt stirred something inside of you. And if it got you hot and bothered as well, well they didn’t need to know that just yet.
You school your face and take a sip of your water before setting the glass down. “I like it, just caught me off guard.” You wave your hand, motioning for them to continue. You pick up the menu, eyes scanning your options when you feel lips on your neck. Your eyes flutter closed on their own and a soft gasp leaves your mouth. Wet kisses are being pressed into your neck, down your shoulder, the sound reaching your ears along with the sensation.
You feel his hand wrap around your arm at the same time that the menu is taken out of your hands. Your eyes blink open and you see Fernando blowing you a kiss, setting the booklet down on the table. You could feel your top being pulled down, your chest exposed. Your arms go to cover yourself instinctively, and Lewis grabs them. “Just relax darling,” he rasps out. He presses a kiss into your shoulder, before leaving a trail of them across your collarbone, down your chest until his lips are ghosting over your nipple. He wraps his lip around it, sucking it into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. At the same time, you feel a pulsing vibration course through you.
The moan you had been holding in since you left the paddock finally made its way out, loud and dripping with sex. You can hear Fernando cursing underneath his breath and Lewis lets your nipple fall out with a plop. “You want us to get caught sweetheart?” He whispers in your ear and you manage to shake your head. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush to his side, while his other hand makes its way up your thigh, disappearing underneath your skirt. You turn and look at him, so close your foreheads are almost touching.
He licks his lips before his eyes dart down and stare at your own. “Kiss me,” he all but purrs. You can’t help but let a moan out, moving forward to smash your lips to his. His fingers slide into you with ease, his mouth swallowing the series of moans leaving your throat. Your tongues tangle together, while your legs begin to shake from the vibrations and the sensations of Lewis’ fingers. Lewis’ fingers are moving so fast you can hear the wetness from between your legs, leaving you a little dazed and drowning in pleasure. Your bottom half is burning with need, and you can feel your stomach tightening in anticipation.
You can feel a loud moan bubbling up your throat, and Lewis pushed your mouths together as if he was trying to fuse you together. Just as you could feel yourself become undone, Lewis’ fingers slipped out and the vibrations stopped. You let out a frustrated groan and your eyes pop open, glaring at Lewis then Fernando.
“What the hell!” You hiss through your teeth and with laboured breaths. You feel Lewis adjusting your top, covering you back up just in time, as the waiter makes an appearance at the table. You’re catching your breath while you hear them talking, you assume Fernando orders for you when you see the waiter walk away.
“Cannot give it to you that easily cariño,” Nando says from across the table. You narrow your eyes, irritation seeping into your bones. “Nando. I’m hungry, sleepy and now horny thanks to you. The least you could do is let me cum.” Lewis lets out a laugh disguised as a cough and Fernando rolls his eyes.
Your eyes rake the table, looking for something to distract yourself with when you feel the vibrations once again. Your fingers reach down and grip the seat and you want your eyes to stay open but you can’t help it, your eyes snapping shut when you feel a particularly well-timed pulse that goes straight to your stomach. You press your legs together, twisting around to give yourself some relief, when a hand yanks your thighs apart.
You open your eyes and look down, seeing Lewis’ hand resting on your inner thigh. “You weren’t lying when you said she was a bit of a brat,” he remarked to Fernando. “Mi dulce is a naughty girl,” Fernando responds. You can’t help but let out a scoff at that. “Girl?” You question. “Woman.” He corrects himself. Lewis squeezes your thigh and you let out a hiss. “Thought you wore the pants here Fernando. Guess we see who really runs the show,” he jokes.
You look at Fernando with a tilt of your head. “You told him you wear the pants?” You watch Nando flounder and Lewis laughs, letting his hand disappear under your skirt. Nando manages to say something at the same time that Lewis lets a finger re-enter you, but you don’t even hear what.
You let a low moan leave your lips, trying to remember that you’re in public but Lewis is making it hard to keep quiet. “You like that?” Lewis mumbles in your ear. His hand that was on your waist has moved up and is now thumbing your nipple through your top. You open your mouth to answer and feel a low vibration course through your lower half. You let your head drop back onto the seat and fight the loud moan that wants to leave your throat. Just as soon as the vibration starts, it stops and Lewis’ hands disappear off of you. You open your eyes and Fernando is setting your plates in front of you, giving you a wink but saying nothing. You look at Lewis and he gives you a smirk before sucking his fingers into his mouth.
***
Lewis swipes his hotel key and opens the door, pulling you into the room with Fernando close behind. As soon as the door is closed you spin the both of you around so that you have Lewis pressed against it, his arms immediately circling your waist. Your hands go around his neck, your fingers playing with the ends of his braids. “Why don’t you take my pants off for me?” Lewis asks with his head cocked to the side. You nod your head leaning in. He goes along with it, meeting your lips in a brief but charged kiss. You pull back and sink to your knees in front of him, his fingertips dragging across the skin of your arms, leaving goosebumps on your skin. You reach and unbutton his pants, pulling his zipper down slowly. His pants fall and you’re met with his above average member straining behind his briefs. You can see the outline of something at his tip and you can’t help but drop your jaw in amazement.
You whip your head around to look at Fernando and he’s grinning at you. “What is it cariño?” He asks with fake innocence. You turn back around and look up at Lewis who has a hungry look on his face. “Don’t you wanna see it?” Lewis asks and his question almost hangs in the air. You rest your hands on his hips, preparing yourself for what you’re about to see. You hook your fingers into his waistband and slide them down slowly. His dick slowly springs up once it’s free from the confines of his underwear, a silver gleaming hoop sticking out from his tip.
You stare at it for a beat, your eyes not missing how Lewis is focused on you and only you. You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his head, the piercing warm against your lips. He lets out a mumbled curse, slipping his fingers into your hair. “No touching her hair cabrón,” Fernando says matter of factly. “He can touch,” you interject before he can move his fingers. “He can afford it.” You look up at him and blow him a kiss. Lewis groans and tosses his head back, a small bang letting you know that it came into contact with the door. “Fernando … mate … how do you deny her anything when she looks at you like that.”
“I don’t. Mi dulce gets whatever she wants,” Fernando answers. “I’ll pay for 10 hairstyles if it means seeing her like this,” Lewis responds. His eyes trail down your body and you beam a little at the 7 time world champion openly checking you out. “Ayyy, only need to pay for one. Won’t be happening again,” Fernando spits out.
“Sure man,” is all Lewis says before looking back down at you. You grab him in your hand and stick your tongue out, dragging it across his length. He hisses and his hips buck slightly making you giggle. “I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that baby,” he moans out lowly. You lick him from base to tip before wrapping your lips around his head and slowly sinking down. Both of his hands slip past your jaw and his fingers curl around your ears, resting in your scalp. His thumbs rubbing circles into your cheeks as he watches you take him down your throat.
You get into a rhythm, hollowing your cheeks every time you pull back. Needy moans and low, rough grunts were leaving his mouth at a rapid pace, making you clench your thighs together. If someone told you at the beginning of the night that you would be responsible for the sounds coming out of Sir Hamilton’s mouth, you wouldn’t have believed them. You’re so into it that you barely hear Fernando speaking until his mouth is right next to your ears. “Inclínate hacia atrás y saca la lengua, cariño” [Lean back and stick your tongue out darling.]
You pull off slowly, swirling your tongue around the jewelry before letting go with a pop. You obey Fernando’s command, sitting back so your ass is resting on your calves and your tongue is out, resting right underneath Lewis’ hard dick. Lewis goes to touch your face when Nando speaks. “You cum without touching her, can fuck her first.” You look up to see Lewis’ reaction and his eyes flit down to meet yours and his heated stare makes a shiver run through your body.
You stroke him lazily, trying to appear unbothered as he comes apart just from your hand. If your heart was skipping a beat at having Lewis in the palm of your hand like this, no one had to know. You noticed his thigh twitching and his fingers flexing into fists and you slyly sped up your movements. You could feel him tightening in your hand, and you knew he was close. You wrapped your lips around his tip and you felt him spurting across your tongue before you could blink. He seemed to cum forever, his body almost convulsing with every spurt you felt. When it seemed like he was finished, you gave a gentle suck to his head, making him hiss and let out a small laugh.
He reached down towards you and you rose off your knees, hands going into his. Once you were firmly on your feet, his arms wrapped tightly around your back and your skin was pressed against his. He ducked down and slotted his mouth over yours, giving you a slow kiss, letting his tongue rub all over yours. You let your hands roam over his firm body, your hands dipping down to give his ass a squeeze. He broke the kiss with a chuckle against your lips and gave your own ass a gentle slap. “Careful there sweetheart,” he said in a teasing tone. You returned your own teasing grin and gave him a brief kiss before hearing Nando clearing his throat behind you.
“Did not expect you to cum so soon cabrón,” Fernando remarks. You can hear the devilish grin in his voice. “If anyone here is a bastard, it’s you.” Lewis replies. You roll your eyes, giving Lewis a gentle slap on the chest before moving away from him. “Can you guys at least wait until we’re finished to argue? You’re gonna dry me up.” You make your way over to the bed where Fernando is sitting with his phone in his hand, standing between his legs. “I’m sorry cariño,” Fernando stands and kisses down your jaw, lingering in a few places. “Can we make it up to you?”
You could feel a smug smile taking over your features. “What are you willing to do?” You question. Fernando lets out a small groan under his breath, already knowing what you’re going to suggest. “Why do I get the feeling I’m not gonna like this?” Lewis asks from where he’s standing at the door, pulling off his shirt and tossing it somewhere in the room.
“Why don’t you come over here and see for yourself?” You ask. You grab the hem of your top, pulling it over your head, exposing your chest to the air. Your nipples pebbling at the cool air hitting them. You drag your skirt down your legs, letting it hit the floor in a heap. You climb into the bed and lay back, spreading your legs open. Lewis is on you in no time at all. His lips are leaving kisses all over your face, neck and chest, his hands are roaming all over your body and you can feel his dick sliding up and down your center.
“Crashgate,” you hear clearly. You push against Lewis’ chest and he immediately pulls back, sitting back on his knees. You sit up and see Fernando standing at the foot of the bed with his hands on his hips, phone on the bed.
“Are you okay?” You question.
“You fuck Hamilton, fuck me too.” You nod your head in agreement. “Okay baby, whatever you want.” “No. Fuck us both,” Fernando clarifies.
“Yes, I can fuck you both. I’m not understanding the issue here.”
“Same time.”
That made you freeze. You had never talked about it before but this was Fernando giving you a chance to say no. You couldn’t pass up the opportunity to fuck the 7 time world champion, so if it meant fucking them both, who were you to say no. Although, looking at both guys’ erections, you wondered how one would fit inside of you let alone both at the same time. Fernando was already a stretch, Lewis would no doubt be a tight fit.
“Fernando, I don’t think you both will fit.” “Have two holes, si?” You roll your eyes at Fernando’s attitude, and lay back down plopping down onto the pillows. “Can I at least choose who goes in what hole?” “Don’t talk about yourself like that,” Lewis butts in, and you force a smile to not grace your face. You spread your legs and both men move to sit on the bed.
“Both of you should taste me.” You reach your arm out towards Nando and he rolls his eyes but places his phone in your open palm. “At the same time,” you add. Fernando looks at you and you can see the hint of frustration in his eyes. “Maybe while you’re down there you both could …” you trail off. Fernando, fed up with how you’re dragging it out, grabs Lewis by the shoulders and pulls him down so they’re both kneeling in between your legs. You hold the phone up, trying to be discreet even though they both agreed to and know that they’re being filmed. “She wants us to kiss cabrõn,” Nando says.
Lewis shrugs as if you’ve said something completely normal and leans toward Fernando’s face. Nando leans back in alarm. “You are okay with this?” he questions. “Your lady is hot man. Whatever she wants, I’ll do it,” Lewis replies. Before Fernando can say anything more, Lewis surges forward and kisses him with so much force, their teeth knock together. Fernando’s reaction is immediate. His hand comes up to cup Lewis’ neck and their tongues wrestle with each other. Lewis grabs your thigh with one hand, fingers digging into your thigh and you fight the urge to snap them closed.
You couldn’t help but let out a small moan at how rough they were being with each other. They were biting each other’s lips, sucking on each other’s tongues, and ever so often you could hear their teeth click together. They couldn’t stop being rivals even in bed. Fernando is the first to break away, breathing hard as he stares at Lewis. Nando gives him a peck and moves both of their heads so that they’re inches away from your hole. Fernando gives in first, licking a stripe up your slit.
You let out a filthy moan, loving the way that his wet tongue feels on you. He flicks it up and down, catching your clit every few licks and you could’ve sworn you saw stars. Lewis is pressing kisses into your thigh, each one lasting longer than the last and it makes you tremble. Your arm shakes trying to keep the camera steady and Lewis notices, giving you a wink and a quick bite to your hip. He must get tired of Fernando hogging you because he grabs the back of Nando’s hair, tugging it until he’s no longer connected to you. Nando’s lips are darkened and wet with spit and your juices. “Come on man, share the wealth won’t you?” Lewis complains. “No, just join.” Fernando replies before attaching his mouth to your center.
To your surprise, Lewis dips his head down next to Nando and mirrors his movements with his own tongue. You wanted to let your head fall back but you couldn’t miss a single second of this. They lapped you up at the same time, tongues meeting. They would switch from eating you to kissing each other, sharing your wetness. Looking down at Lewis and Nando, you couldn’t believe you had the two world champs on their knees for you. You slap a hand over your mouth to quiet the sounds leaving your throat, not wanting to be too loud.
“Queremos escucharte cariño” [We wanna hear you sweetheart], Fernando murmurs before diving back in. You will yourself to move your hand, slapping it against the bed before gripping the sheets between your fingers. You bite back a moan, still not wanting them to know how much they’re affecting you. Lewis pulls back, reaching his fingers up to your mouth and they gently rub your lips. You let his fingers slip inside, sucking on them and getting them nice and wet. “Naughty girl,” he teases. You let go of his fingers with a pop and he immediately circles your opening.
You take a breath and he uses that opportunity to slip two fingers inside of you. Your mouth falls open and what could only be described as a desperate yell comes out. The feeling of his fingers gliding in and out of you, paired with he and Fernando’s tongue circling your clit has you writhing on the bed. You feel someone’s hand splayed across your hips keeping you anchored to the bed.
Your walls are clenching around Lewis’ fingers and you feel something snap in you. Your orgasm sweeps through you, your body involuntarily leaving the bed, heels digging into the sheets. Someone is talking, you’re not sure who it is, unable to hear it due to the white noise in your ears. After what feels like hours but is mere minutes, you feel fingers gently rubbing your cheeks and your eyes flutter open. Lewis is staring at you with a gentle smile. “Back with us sweetheart?” You hear Fernando click his teeth, and you let out an exasperated giggle. You see something flash in Lewis’ eyes and he clears his throat. “Color?” “Green,” you whisper. “Louder darling,” he responds. “Green,” you offer in a much clearer and louder tone. “Hmm, good girl.” You blush at his words and then let out a surprised yelp as you feel yourself being folded practically in half, your knees grazing the sheets next to your head.
You see the pair of them hovering above you almost inspecting you, letting out low whistles and grunts of approval. You see and feel Fernando’s fingers touching the end of the plug, giving it a few taps before he wiggles it free. You let out a sigh feeling the emptiness, prompting Fernando to lay his tongue flat and lick you from top to bottom. Your body involuntarily spasms, still sensitive from before.
Fernando lays your legs down carefully and helps you sit up before moving behind you. Lewis’ hands and fingers run up and down your body, leaving you warm wherever he touches. He leans down and leaves little kisses over your stomach, chest, shoulders and neck before leaning back and bringing you into his lap to straddle him. He grabs your face and pulls you into a kiss, licking into your mouth. You can’t help but let out a moan when he sucks on your tongue. A hand grips your chin and tugs your head back, breaking the kiss so you’re staring up at Fernando. You can feel Lewis’ tongue drawing figure 8s on the column of your throat and you force your eyes to stay open. Fernando has a knowing grin on his face and it almost makes you want to roll your eyes. “Creo que deberías montarlo cariño” [I think you should ride him sweetheart]. You feel your walls clench at those words and nod your head as best as you can. He leans down and gives you a bruising kiss, tugging on your bottom lip between his teeth.
He gives your lips a gentle lick before letting go of you, tilting your head forward so you can stare at the man underneath you. “What did the old man tell you to do?” Lewis asks with a raised brow. You give him a coy smile and lean forward to peck his lips. “You have lube?” you ask him. You feel something against your arm and look down, Fernando offering a bottle to you. You take it from him with a quick thank you and gesture it towards Lewis. “Wanna do the honors?” You ask. He holds his hand out wordlessly and you hand it over. He pops the cap and asks for your own hand, squeezing a generous amount into your open palm. You reach between both of your laps and grip his length. You hear his breath hitch and his hands move to your waist, the heat from them making your skin tingle.
You take a breath and sink down in one swift motion. Obscene noises leave your lips and your head tips back. “Color?” you hear Lewis husk out. “Green. Green, oh my god Green.” You respond in a broken voice. Your mind was blank, all you could think about and feel was Lewis sitting deep inside you. Fingertips grip your waist, no doubt leaving bruises behind with how tight they were clamped around you. Lewis moves your hands to his shoulders and starts to gently move you up and down. “You look so pretty on my dick like this baby,” he says seductively, making you whimper. The stretch burns but the fire in your belly makes it worth it. “Say it again,” you demand in a hushed voice.
“You look so pretty on your dick baby.” Each word punctuated by a deep thrust, and a yelp leaving your mouth. “Wanna fill you up.” You let out what can be described as an excited moan and wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his face into your own. You can feel him taking deep sniffs, like he’s trying to drink your scent in. Your hips are moving rhythmically, trying to milk him. Lewis’ own hips are rising to meet your thrusts and he keeps letting out quiet groans. He gives your neck a bite and you can’t wait for Fernando to find the marks later.
“Lean back,” Lewis whispers. You do as he says and the look he gives you leaves you more breathless than you already were. His heated gaze has you feeling like you’re about to burst and that only intensifies as his eyes travel down your body. You can see his eyes focused on where your bodies met and his hips gain an almost brutal pace. You could feel your lower belly tightening and you knew you were close.
You were on the verge of cumming when Lewis steadied both of your hips, slowing them until you’re both stopped completely. You let out an aggravated groan and try to move your hips but he has you in a tight grip. He gently grabs your throat and brings you forward for a kiss before whispering against your lips. “So impatient darling.” You tuck your bottom lip in your mouth, fighting the retort that wants to fight its way out of your throat. “Think you can take more?” He asks, his words dripping with lust. You silently nod and see Lewis shake his head. “I need words baby.” “Yes,” you stammer out. You feel a warmth at your back and fingers start prodding at your exposed hole.
You feel something wet being rubbed around your rim and Lewis pulls you closer to him. Your chests are flush against each other, and he finds your lips, kissing you like you’re the last person on Earth. You feel Fernando’s hard length pushing inside of you and you break away from Lewis to let out a high pitched moan, not stopping until both Fernando and Lewis are bottomed out inside of you.
You’d never felt so full. Fernando was pressed up against your back, and you could feel his chest rise and fall in tandem with yours. Lewis was plastered to your front and you could feel his own heart beating through his chest. One set of hands were rubbing up and down your sides, and another set was massaging your boobs and nipples. You couldn’t tell who was who but at this point you didn’t care. With every inhale it was like you were taking them deeper and deeper. You were doing your best to remember to breathe but it was almost impossible with how much pressure you were feeling. If you thought your brain was blank with Lewis, you might as well have been brainless when Fernando was added into the mix.
“Breathe cariño,” you can hear Fernando whisper into your ear. With those words it was like your brain was working again. Your chest was falling rapidly and your body shook with the breaths you were taking in. “¿Quieres un descanso, cariño?” [Do you want a break, sweetheart?] Fernando asks in a soft tone. You shake your head before remembering to verbally answer. “No,” you respond, almost pleading for them to start again. “¿Cuál es tu color, mi amor?” [What’s your color, my love?] You take a huge gulp of air and can feel your breath starting to even out. You lean your head back on Nando’s shoulder and turn and kiss his jaw. “Green,” you mewl out.
His eyes meet yours and you can see them soften. He gives you a gentle kiss and tips your head forward so you’re eye to eye with Lewis. He’s sporting a grin and you can’t help but form one of your own. “I heard you say green so I don’t even need to ask, do I?” You shake your head and feel someone pinch your thigh. “What did we say about using our words darling?” Lewis teases. You fight the urge to roll your eyes and grit out a yes, angling your body so you can fling your arms around both of their necks and bring them closer to you than they already were.
You use their shoulders for leverage and start to raise and lower your hips, loud moans falling from your lips as you feel the two of them sliding back and forth in you. Your eyes keep fluttering closed and you snap them open, not wanting to miss a second of anything. You can feel everyone’s breaths mixing with each other and it makes you wanna drink them in. Your thighs burned, and the stretch you were feeling was getting to be much. Nando senses this and whispers into your ear. “Espéranos, cariño. Sé bueno con nosotros.” [Wait for us sweetheart. Be good for us.] “I can’t,” you cry. Your legs are about to give out and you can feel the fuzziness creeping back into your ears. Your breath is hitching trying to stop your release, that you feel all over your body. “Cum.”
With one last thrust of your hips, you feel the tension breaking in your stomach. It’s like the Earth stops spinning and you feel everything in that one moment. Your hips are firmly in their laps, trying to become one as your orgasm rushes over your body. Your vision blurs slightly and you can feel both of them painting your insides. All of you breathing hard, groans and moans mixing with one another. Fernando is the first to slide out with a curse, you let out a sharp gasp and your leg twitches at the emptiness as he moves off the bed. Lewis follows, sliding out and helping you move backwards until your head meets the pillows. Lewis and Nando both move between your legs and someone’s fingers part your lips. Two whistles sound off and someone curses. “Look at you dripping,” Fernando mutters. “Can we taste it?” Lewis asks with a hunger in his voice that you thought would’ve disappeared. You want to scream, both in arousal and annoyance because how can two men be this horny.
Your body is still hot to the touch but you know having their tongues on you would be an overload so soon. “Give me like 20 minutes,” you respond. They both press kisses into your thighs with small laughs and close them for you. Lewis gets up off the bed and makes his way into the bathroom. You can hear the sink going and he comes back soon after, towel in his hand. Fernando spreads your legs and you feel yourself being cleaned up. “Cariño, you need to use the bathroom.” Fernando says when the towel leaves your body. “In a little bit,” you mutter, your eyes getting heavier.
You hear the both of them laughing and what sounds like high-fives being exchanged. You stick up a middle finger and the laughter intensifies. You feel a blanket being drug up over your body and your eyes manage to blink open. “M’sorry Nando,” you rasp out. “What for cariño?” “Holding you back from the real love of your life.” That gets an even louder cackle out of Lewis and you can’t help but let out your own laugh when a pillow smacks you in the head.
