more toxic lestappen yuri? on my watch? hell yea !!!! chapter two baby let's fucking gooooooooo
this mess we're in [femstappen]
Max is left shaking and crying and throwing up after getting that mind blowing head from Charlotte. What will she do next?
read part one here ♡
tags: formula one yuri - genderbent lestappen; bottom!Charlotte; top!Max.
warnings: smut; max being a little bitch; porn with some plot; semi-public sex if you squint
disclaimer: english is not my first language. please forgive any f1 innacuracies i may have created for plot reasons. hate comments will be blocked. feedback is highly appreciated!
It was free practice afternoon, and the weather conditions weren't looking too good on their side for the weekend. Heavy rain had swiftly taken over what otherwise would have been a perfectly sunny day. It caused a certain amount of turmoil around the paddock, and of course it meant Max would be flocking to Charlotte at any given moment.
Except things had been different for a good couple weeks now. To everyone, Max appeared more collected, briefer, even, which was unusual; she was more to herself whenever the drivers would debrief amongst themselves and she would be there. It's just unfair, Max would think to herself; it felt terrible not having the upper hand with Charlotte. Her presence now reminded her of feelings that she'd much rather bury than acknowledge.
Yet she decided to leave those aside as she approached her competitor, anyways. Someone was holding a red umbrella for her, a couple more people following close behind as they reached their team's garage, right beside Red Bull's. That is, until she spotted Max out in the rain, coming towards her.
Charlotte exchanged a few words with the man and took the umbrella from him, leaving them to their duties. Like Max, she was no longer in race attire; instead she had chosen a white skirt and red button-up for the media duties she was supposed to be performing for the rest of that day - which had just been drastically turned on its head. Someone had given her a rather large and puffy Ferrari jacket to cover up once the weather had changed. She approached Max with concern.
"You're gonna be soaking wet!" she said in her usual cheeky tone.
"Look who's talking. You're in a skirt," Max retorted. "Come on, I'm running from my strategists at the moment. Don't wanna deal with this right now."
The girls debriefed their way deep into the Red Bull garage, walking fast past engineers and everyone else Max had no patience for at that moment. Charlie didn't question it; they used to do this a lot back in F3, getting all up in each other's spaces like it was nothing.
"Have you seen Max?" They heard someone say, from just outside the hallway they now found themselves in.
The two of them exchanged glances. Then, without hesitation, Max pulled her by the hand into her driver's room. She quickly locked the door behind them.
Ever since their last encounter, Max had something brewing in her mind, and as the adrenaline was still fresh in her veins, she took the opportunity to act upon her desires.
Charlie barely had any time to process the new environment before finding herself stuck between the nearest wall and Max Verstappen. Max stood there with her arms on either side of Charlie, locking her into place menacingly.
"How dare you," Charlie snickered, arms crossing in front of herself, yet not making any attempt to escape.
"Couldn't let this go to waste," Max replied, taking a leap of courage and bringing one of her hands down to her thigh, grabbing firmly, then sliding it up her skirt.
Charlie let out a gasp, cheeks turning red as her brain scrambled for a snarky response. Before that could happen, however, Max's hand was reaching for her ass and her entire body was already responding to her touches, waist leaning in, leg locking hers into place. She felt the urge to give in, taking the woman's face into her hands and bringing it closer to her own; their lips locked into a passionate kiss, escalating further and further as Max's hands grabbed away at her body.
Charlotte had never striked Max as one to like girls, something which had made that entire experience so much more mind-blowing. It was something she had fantasized about before, as her competitor grew up to become impossibly prettier - Max couldn't help her own nature.
So part of her wanted this to be more special. Part of her wished that this was taking place on freshly-made hotel sheets, but that entailed many things which she didn't want to think about. Right now what they did have was this mess, and she wasn't willing to let it go to waste.
Max's fingers started playing with the fabric of Charlie's panties beneath her skirt; she found it unbelievably hot that she wasn't wearing any coverage there, and wondered if she did it often. Charlie moaned at the intimate touches and buried her head in the woman's neck, taking in her scent. Max pulled the small piece of fabric aside and began playing with her cunt.
As her fingers felt around the entrance Max realized just how wet she already was. She smiled at the mental note and reveled in how helpless she looked, fully at her mercy, just waiting for Max to stimulate her.
And then, at once, she had her fingers deep inside of Charlie, a thrust so sudden it made her stand on her tippy toes, choking out a gasp. With her free hand, Max grabbed the back of Charlie's head and pulled her back into a heated kiss; only then she resumed her movements, thrusting deep and determinedly. She'd go as far as her fingers could reach, then curve them as she pulled them out, hitting all the best spots.
It's something she'd done before on quite a few one-night dates, and like hell she wanted to taste Charlie's cunt, as well, but she was enjoying this a little bit more. She tilted her head up in euphoria as Charlie's nails digged into the back of her t-shirt.
She let go of Charlie's mouth just so she could hear the little gasps that she was letting out at every thrust; Max's hands frustratingly brushed against her clit every time. Charlie discreetly brought one hand down towards it, trying to stimulate it properly, something that amused Max. She could only watch as the woman's eyes fluttered in pleasure, now incapable of staring at Max, focused on all the sensations that were building up from her core.
As Charlie's whines and moans got needier and needier Max lifted one of her legs up for better access, allowing herself to go faster. Charlotte was twitching already, her forehead damp, head tilted back against the wall; she barely managed to grab onto Max's neck and guide her towards her own, where Max sucked and bit, leaving behind rather conspicuous marks.
"Oh my-" she gasped for air, "Max, I'm gonna cum,"
And at that moment Max found herself at a crossroads. She would love to keep stimulating her into oblivion; part of her craved to experience this beautiful woman falling apart in her grasp, to hear her own name spilling from her mouth like prayer... As much as she'd take pleasure in being the one to bring her over, however... Max had bigger intentions in mind. Perhaps not bigger than her own carnal desires at that moment, but she'd have to find the strength to sacrifice those.
Because she was going to slow down her motions, while slowly removing her fingers from Charlotte's pussy. At last, she was going to pull away from her neck, letting go of her leg as well.
Max watched as Charlotte's eyes searched for hers in her confusion, eyebrows knit together in an adorable, yet pathetic expression. Max fought back a mean smile, letting her own eyes speak instead.
As the realization dawned on Charlie, she broke down.
"You are so! mean!" the woman blurted out, hitting Max's chest with both palms as she punctuated her words. "I can't fucking! believe you! Putain..."
She gave the woman one final, harsh push before turning to leave. She adjusted her clothes with harsh movements, then unlocked the door.
"You are a child Max Verstappen!" she spit out, her francophone accent coming through. "That's what you are."
Her voice sounded like it was about to break. Max felt a pang of guilt in her chest, immediately. She tried not to revel in it too much as the slam of the door left her all alone in her room, in deafening silence.
