warnings: 18+, exhibitionism/“public” sex, dirty talk, p in v, tiny bit of fingering, lando is a slut, slightly possessive lando. TW: alex sucking at dialogue
its a breezy night in Monaco, you’re in the passenger seat of your boyfriends McLaren. playing on aux is some song by slowdive, but as you pay more attention to all of the details, you get lost in reality. the beauty of the setting sun hitting lando’s face, the way that the song playing is the perfect one for this moment as it capsules the sheer rawness of the moment.
“Lando, have i told you that you’re beautiful?”
“My love, you’re the beautiful one here”
“Seriously lando, you’re fucking gorgeous”
lando doesn’t say anything after that, just gives you a warm smile and a slight chuckle. he’s had his right hand on your thigh but you haven’t noticed how its been inching closer and closer to your spot.
“pay attention to the road, baby” lando rolls his eyes at this, you know he’s the best person to be driven by but you love teasing him about innocent things. “id rather pay attention to how wet you’re getting for me right now.” lando says, making you gasp and blush at the sudden profoundness lando gives you.
next thing you know, lando has pulled up into some eerily empty parking garage, taking his time to get to the highest level available. the view it gives is perfect, not because of the sunset, but because of the glow its been putting on lando’s face, the orange glow making all of his features brighten, his eyes like daggers with the way they’re making your heart beat at a million times per hour.
“Y/n, have i told you that you’re beautiful” lando says with a sudden lustful look in his eyes and a warm smile.
“Hah, no” you chuckle, “Well, you’re beautiful” lando says before leaning in for a deep kiss. the kiss is almost magical, the warm & fresh taste of landos tougne. you could feed off of him forever. quickly he opens his door and makes his way to yours, opening it, he demands you to get out and bend over the car.
“but lando what if someone sees us-“
“let them. i want the world to know how fucking hot you look with my cock in you, how good you are for me.” you whine out his name as he guides you by the hips and bends you over the hood of his McLaren, clean enough that you can see your reflection and god does lando look fucking immaculate when he’s on you. he pulls down your sweats, along with your underwear as he instructs you to suck on his fingers, doing so, you let out a sultry moan as you lap his finger pads with your saliva. pulling his fingers away, he slips them into your soaking cunt. you’re moaning and whining as he digs around, looking for that spot that he knows will make you-
“Lando!! ohbmy god- lando.. pleasse” you yelp as he grazes along your gspot. “you like that, yeah?” lando grunts into your ear, your head being pulled up by the firm grasp in your hair that he has. “y-yes lando- fuckk, please fuck me lando, i need your co-“ lando with no hesitation shoves his throbbing cock into your pussy. he doesn’t wait to let you get suited before he’s rapidly thrusting into you, its sloppy and desperate. as if he might die if he doesn’t bury his cum into your cunt. “lando please i’m getting close baby-“ “i know baby i know i can feel your pussy clenching on me” lando does his best to speed up his thrusts as he cant control where his hands go, he’s grabbing, pinching, squeezing. getting whatever he can almost like he’s drunk on your sex. his hand makes his way under you and towards your clit, with steady circular motions he guides you through your orgasm, following you soon after, ensuring every crevice of your cunt is filled with his load.
sitting back in the car, the silence is comfortable but you must ask “So what made you want to do that?”
“Sweet thing, i watch the way you look at me. It’s obvious when you want it” he says warmly. he starts the car, slowly making his way out of the parking garage and driving the both of you home.
a/n: HERES THE LANDO SMUT I PROMISED, again my dialogue is shit i know i know, im trying. thank you for all the support on RHTY❤️ likes, comments & reblogs always appreciated.
this was made for the lovely addy - @molten-m122 , thank you for always being you 🩷 (sorry it sucks😔)
Runnin’ Home to You: Part 2 - read pt 1 & 2 on ao3
100 follower special!!
warnings: swearing, mostly fluffy plot and then they get it ON at the end, 18+/Mature Audiences. oral sex m!receiving, max speaking dutch😫
word count: 2681
Max and Charles stood there. Charles was lost in the depths of max’s eyes, unable to find any words to say to him in this moment.
“I’m sorry I came so late. I didn’t mean to disturb you this way.” Max forced out, still unable to piece together exactly what he was doing inside of Charles’s apartment.
As Charles guides them back to the couch, he’s wondering what max could be apologizing for. Max was more than perfect for Charles and Charles would open his door for max at any hour for any reason, even if it meant pushing aside his aching heart to help someone whoo was a friend first.
“It’s okay, max. I’m not upset that you came. I’m glad you chose to come here rather than doing something dumb.”
“I dont know where I went wrong with kelly. I thought everything was perfect. I gave her everything she wanted, but in reality, I guess she just wasn’t everything that I wanted.”
“What do you mean max?” Charles questions, he along with everyone else, was under the impression that Max and Kelly were the duo, together forever, through thick and thin.
“I mean, is she inst the person I love, she int the person I long for after a hard race or a long meeting? Shas not the one I crave to smile and laugh with. I don’t feel the way about her that I feel like I should. I messed up so bad by loving someone who I wasn’t in love with. I dont know what to do Charles. Im for certain the one I love doesn feel the same way, and it hurts so bad. All I want to do is to show him how much he means to me, but I’m afraid that doing so will destroy my bond with him.”
“He?” Charles muttered, not even meaning to as he was so caught off guard. Max Verstappen is in love with a man?
“Yes, he, Charles. Im in love with a man and he doesn love me back, big surprise!” max said with a forced laugh, which wasn’t a laugh at all. Charles could hear through the laugh. He could tell that max was struggling so he could only do what he does best.
“So tell me about him,” he mumbled, with so much care to hear who this mystery man is that has max on such a grasp.
“Wha- Oh. Him. Well, to put things short, he’s everything I wish I could be. To me, he is my definition of perfect. Every moment I spend with him is like coming up for air after almost drowning. When I’m with him, I’m truly myself and I don’t see myself being that way around anyone else. The way he stares at me when we’re side by side, the look of hope in his eyes, just begging for me to let him by one time, hoping for a chance at something..”
As max carried on, Charles began to wonder who this person could be, he almost starts to get jealous that this person has obtained so much of max, parts of max that Charles thought he would never see until his thoughts are cut short by something max says
“... And god does he look fucking stunning in red”
And that’s when it hit him. Max was in love with Charles, and Charles was in love with max.
–
When max saw how Charles looked at him after he accidentally blurted out a crucial part of Charles’s identity, he feels his breathing start to deepen and his heart race faster than he’s ever gone in his car.
“Well, he sounds like a catch,” Charles chuckles with a quick wink in max’s direction.
“Yeah.. he really is, I guess”
“So, what are you going to do about it? You can’t know for sure until you ask him yourself and honestly max? Youre amazing. You have the best qualities a person could have, personally and physically. He would have to be stupid to not feel the same way about you”
Max hasn’t noticed how close Charles really is to him. He can hear the soft sounds of air escaping from his nose. Charles’s silence is something he could drown in for an eternity.
“Max, you okay? Do you nee-”
That’s when it hits max. Charles was talking about himself, of course he was! How could he have not noticed all along, how perfect Charles was with accepting him into his home in the darkest hours of the morning. He cuts the blue-eyed darling off with something Charles finds to be unexpected from max, to be so upfront with what he wants.
Max cuts off Charles with a kiss, not as passionate as max had hoped but soft and delicate, enough to hopefully convince Charles to kiss him back.
And he does.
Charles cups his hands on max’s jawline, opening his lips ever so slightly to invite max in. max adds a touch of appreciation by embracing the kiss and tasting the freshness of Charles’s mouthwash. He can’t help to think to himself what kissing Charles would be like when his mouth tastes like max.
As they come back up for air, the heavy breathing and light pink flush on Charles’s cheeks drives max absolutely mad.
“That’s what I’m going to do about it,” max utters, barely over a whisper as he can’t believe he just kissed the love of his dreams, and he kissed him back.
–
He finally admitted it. Charles thought all along that he was just being delusional, or crazy. But he knew that the way max grabs onto his waist way too early for way too long for a podium photo, or the way max smiles and blushes while he’s spraying Charles with the champagne of winners. Even how he chooses to talk to Charles over everyone else when he has the chance to. It was so obvious, but everyone told Charles not to believe what he thought. Max enjoying the view as drips fall from Charles’s features a bit too much, looking more Charles than Charles ever has.
But max however, looks fucking amazing right now. Lips puffy and panting, cheeks covered in a mild blush, and looking at Charles like he might explode if he doesn’t kiss him again.
So he does. Charles goes back for the second kiss. More desperate than the first and both clinging onto each other with a deep need for each other on themselves. Max pushes Charles lightly to lie down on the couch, but Charles insists on taking max into his bedroom as he would rather not fuck his dream guy on something that would take impossibly long to clean up. He’d rather wash his sheets. Charles finds himself getting off track as he’s leading max down the long hallway towards his bedroom.
Max admires the art Charles has displayed on the walls, as he also noticed Charles’s beautiful piano in a separate room along the way, he’s wondering just how beautiful Charles would look spread out, bent over the thing he adores so much, but not nearly as much as he adores max.
As soon as they both step into the well-decorated room, of course Charles has better taste than I probably will ever have. Max is thinking to himself.
He’s standing shyly in the middle of Charles’ room as Charles, painfully slow, makes his way towards max, resting his hands on max’s broad muscles.
“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to tell you how much you are to me,” Charles says, voice deep and rasped with desire.
“What do you mean?” max knows exactly what Charles means, he just wants him to say it so that it can be real.
“What I mean is, I have had my eyes on you for so long, our entire lives max. What I mean is I have watched you grow into who you are and I’ve only fallen harder and harder as times gone on. The amount of nights I’ve spent thinking about the way you touch me with what I was made to think was simple innocence, friendly rivals, was actually so much deeper, and that means more than anything to me right now. More than a championship, more than my seat at Ferrari. I will do absolutely everything to make sure you are loved every day and to protect you and our relationship. Whether that means pretending like nothing has changed in front of the media, I will do it because if it means I get to have these moments with you, then I will do it happy.”
“Charles, i don't know what to say or how to say what i want to”
“Dont say anything, just fucking kiss me right no-”
That was everything Charles needed. He didn’t need words from max to know he felt the same because the way max immediately grabbed onto Charles’s waist, the familiar touch feeling so much more intense right now than it ever has bin. It’s filled with need and want from max, almost as if he’s hoping to never let go of Charles for the remainder of his lifetime. His tongue diving deep into Charles’ mouth, tasting everything Charles had to offer as if it was his last meal. He quickly pushed Charles onto his bed, letting him get himself comfortable before putting his obviously larger body on top of Charles’s.
“Youre wearing too many clothes,” Charles demands
“Oh- Okay..” max stumbles back, balancing himself somehow on his legs, which felt like jello after hearing everything Charles had to say.
“We don’t need to do anything. I do not want to pressure you, but you should know I’m a virgin”
Max was surprised that he was shocked at his. He didn’t want to assume anything, but he had thought Charles would’ve used his beauty to his advantage by now.
“I was hoping someday, this.. Would happen. I guess I was right,” Charles said with that cheeky smile that always made max go crazy.
“Well lucky you charlie, I am too.”
“But I thought you and kelly-”
“Never, it never felt right to do it with her. But this?? This feels so fucking incredibly right, Charles. I can’t explain, i just need to show you..” and that he did as he quickly removed the remainder of his clothes. Charles finds himself staring in awe at max’s built figure. Broad shoulders and a perfect shape, thighs that could kill him if he wanted to. Max feels his desire as he mumbles.
“hall die eraf” - *take those off*
“English please, Maxie,” Charles giggles, but blushing at the sudden rasp max’s voice always has when he switches to dutch
“I said take those [clothes] off. I don’t like to repeat myself so I suggest you listen close, charlie.”
“Yes sir”
“Sir? Thats new,” Max hums
“Yes.. sir” Charles says in a more sultry tone, hoping to tease max as he drops his shirt off, leaving both in just their obviously sponsored boxers.
“Jij bent zo mooi charlie..” - you’re so beautiful
“Max.. I can’t understand you” Charles pouts as max takes a few steps closer to him, eyes roaming all over his lean but controlled figure. He really does look so beautiful like this, only for max too.
Max takes a moment to admire the Monegasque before he pulls him in for a deep kiss, this time not lasting long before max finds his hands trailing down Charles’s bare body, leaving soft but wet kisses along his jawline, smelling him in a way he never has before.
—
Before max could stop him, he found himself being pushed onto the bed by Charles, sitting as he watches Charles drop down to his knees, meeting the level of his thighs, he rests his head down on max’s thick thigh & max ruffles through his hair for a second before Charles starts to leave small kisses along max’s thighs, slowly leading up to where his boxers. Charles gives a max a look that speaks more languages than max can while he’s drunk. Max nods in allowment as Charles struggles to pull the tight boxers over max’s thighs and ass. Max’s already hard large cock springs out and Charles lets out a small gasp, in excitement and in worry as to how he’s going to fit all of the max inside of his mouth, let alone anywhere else..
Charles watches attentively as max’s cock leaks pre cum when Charles starts to lick the base of his cock.
“Charles, please don’t be a tease.. I promise we will have so much time to try things. I just want to feel you right now, please mijn liefje” - my love
“Yes, Max,” Charles spits as he takes Max's cock in his mouth. He sucks on his cherry red tip as he tastes the slightly salty taste of max’s pre cum in the back of his mouth. There’s nothing that tastes as good as max does, as well as there’s nothing that looks as good as max does. His breathing growing heavy as he takes in this fresh sensation that Charles was giving him.
“You taste so good, Maxie..” Charles hums before deciding he’s ready to attempt to fit max’s length in his mouth.
“You don’t have to take it all at once, i get it, its pret-”
“Youre so big, max, I fucking love it. I can’t wait to feel it stretch me out n fill me up with your cum” Charles says with a whine that leaves a chill up max’s back, worsening as Charles takes him in his mouth again, this time going deeper and deeper until he’s reached the slight fuzz of max’s cleaned up pubic hair. he smiles- or at least tries to when he feels the tickles against his face as he's mildly gagging on max’s cock, there's nothing that he could be doing right now that he would enjoy as much as this. he could live with max’s cock down his throat. After a moment of getting comfortable, Charles starts to move his head up & down along max, letting his dick lay flat and heavy on charles’ tongue. The more Charles starts to see how desperate Max is, the more he gives him.
“oh- fuck char- fuccckkk-“ max hisses as he cant even create a sentence when all he can think about is how fucking good charles feels on him.
Accidentally jerking his hips up, charles pulls off of him and continues to stroke his cock with his left hand and that's when max notices that charles has been jerking himself off this entire time, both are painfully hard for the other as charles gives max those doe eyes that drive him mad. It's not long before Charles goes back to sucking on Max's length when Max has to let him know that he's not gonna last much longer.
“charlie please, baby, i'm not gonna- hnnn- not gonna last much longer..” Max whines
Pausing for a second, charles says lewdly “please finish down my throat maxie, i need to taste every bit of you..” and with that max did. a warm surge of thick & sticky fluid runs down his throat and as charles swallows it max cant help but stare in awe at how almost innocent charles looks after he just fucked his dick like that. soon after charles finishes himself and finds himself laying with max, not a word said but they know by now that words aren't necessary. they already know.
“Cha-“
“Quiet max, please. Its 5 in the morning, im fucking spent. Get some rest and we will talk about all of this tomorrow”
“Alright, Goodnight Charlie”
“Goodnight max”
With that, they both drifted to sleep with limbs entwined with limbs. heart beats & low, synchronised breathing filled the room along with an aura of belonging. This is where Max wants to spend the rest of his life, with charles. vulnerable and raw. all will be complete in the world of max verstappen as he sleeps, unknown to what would happen when he woke up.
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