Warnings: smut, filth, blindfold, threesome, the cuck chair's grand return, choking, some lawblad for the girlies, I'm dubious about this but fuck it just take it
One of the Boys Masterlist
Four Redbull cars in the top 10 at their home race... now that was worth celebrating.
And you didn't regret it for a single second.
That night the four of them showed up (upon invitation of course) at your hotel, and you opened the door in nothing but a skimpy little number that was dark blue and red.
Max's favourite.
Arvid, Isack and Liam were very appreciative of it as well obviously, unaware of why you chose it, and they crowded you while Max watched.
At some point you were blindfolded, and you were then unaware of who was doing what to you.
Still standing between the boys, your legs were pushed apart and various hands roamed your body. You let yourself be felt up and admired.
Someone pulled your underwear to the side and you heard someone drop to their knees in front of you and nose along your inner thighs.
Another pair of hands was slipping under your bra to hold your breasts, gently thumbing at your sensitive nipples.
"Feeling good, so far?" Max asked from somewhere to your left.
"Yeah" you breathed, leaning in to the touch of whoever was standing behind you.
"Good"
You were gently moved, onto your hands and knees on the soft carpet, and one person settled behind you, gently fingering you open to prepare you.
In front of your face, you heard a zipper and the sound of clothes being removed and then a hand came to cup your jaw. You gladly opened it, anticipating the taste of whoever was going to fuck your mouth.
He wasn't gentle. Your hair was pulled back into a pony tail and immediately a cock pushed past your lips. He didn't go too deep, thankfully mindful of your gag reflex, but he was pretty rough with his thrusts.
You were barely able to keep up with what was happening behind you, but you were apparently ready because someone else was pushing against you, and just the tip was stretching you out enough for your mind to go blank and your back to arch.
You choked around the man fucking your mouth and he moaned. It sounded quite high-pitched to you, but you couldn't dwell on it because mystery guy number two slammed into you harder and made you choke again.
They took turns being sadistic, and making you gag and squirm between them.
You were getting wetter, and the two men were getting sloppier, moans mingling with yours as their orgasms mounted.
"M'gonna come" someone groaned, and you were filled from behind, vaguely aware of it dripping down your thighs when he pulled out.
"Your turn" you heard Max say, and the man in front of you moved away, and judging by the shuffling around, he was settling behind you, and the third mystery man took his place in front of you.
He was more gentle, he was also noticeably thicker, and took great care with how he held you in place while he slowly slid in deeper on each thrust.
The other one was just as rough with your cunt as he had been with your mouth, and you almost collapsed when he gripped your hips and went to town on you, pulling you back against his thrusts like he wanted you to still feel them in a week.
Max was giving them instructions on what you liked, not that you were capable of listening to anything but the obscene noises coming from the three of you.
Soon enough, the build-up inside you reached its boiling point, and you tightened around the cock bullying your pussy. You came together as he filled you up again and slumped over your back.
The last one had the decency to let you breathe while it happened, and you realised why as he then positioned himself behind you as soon as the other one was gone. He was on edge so he fucked you quickly, only his pleasure in mind, until you were filled for a third time.
Before you could fall flat on your face in exhaustion, your blindfold was removed by Max, and he helped you onto the bed to make you more comfortable.
You blinked in the light, glancing around at the men around you.
If you had to guess, Liam had come first because he was already hard again and ready for another round, and Isack had come last because he was still breathing harder than any of them.
Which meant Arvid... Arvid had been the one to fuck you like he hated you, and he was probably the reason you were going to be sore tomorrow.
Not a complaint, just an observation...
You all sat there for a minute, soaking in the afterglow before Liam spoke up for the first time.
"You gonna suck me off, then?"
To your surprise, the question seemed to be directed at Arvid, and all eyes turned to him.
The young brit was red in the face, but obviously not completely against the idea as he stared his teammate down defiantly. "Okay" he gritted, Liam smirked and motioned for him to kneel at his feet.
They seemed to have some sort of previous agreement, you decided it was better not to ask.
You looked at Max. "Enjoyed the show?"
He smiled. "I did. But the show isn't over yet"
Before you could ask him what that meant, Isack pawed at your thigh. "Can I?".
You lifted a curious brow at him. "Can you what?"
He whined, feeling his cock slowly hardening again. "Can I kiss you?"
That's not what you were expecting him to ask but you let him, of course, and kissed him until he was gasping, desperate for air.
"Can I fuck you?" He panted and you giggled and lay down slowly, spreading your legs invitingly. Isack took one look between them and groaned loudly, having to squeeze around the base of his dick to stop this from ending too soon.
"It's so messy" he grunted, eyes squeezed shut in concentration.
You barked out a laugh. "What is it with you french people and being obsessed with come?"
He tilted his head like a confused puppy. "Is that a thing?"
"Well Pierre has it, Charles has it, and I'm pretty sure Esteban would go nuts if he was sitting in your place"
Isack gulped, eyes trailing down your body. "I don't know. Maybe it's just you."
Ooh... good answer.
You smiled and pushed him down onto his back, straddling him eagerly. "Ready?"
His hands went to your hips automatically. "This is bringing back memories."
You chuckled, thinking back to the first time you had Isack like this nearly two years ago. "Sure is." You positioned him at you entrance and sank halfway down, swallowing his moans in a sloppy kiss.
When you bottomed out completely, his hands gripped you so tight you yelped and he profusely apologised before you made him put them back.
He helped you maintain a steady rhythm, bouncing you on his cock with a wet slap from the amount of come that it was dragging out of you.
Liam was struggling to maintain any sort of composure when those big brown wet eyes were staring up at him like that.
Arvid looked like an angel that was being corrupted, and it didn't take much for his hands to tighten in his hair and he spilled down his teammates throat with a wanton moan.
Arvid made a face of disgust, and Max laughed at him. "You'll get used to it"
Arvid flipped him off.
Liam was fully spent, and had places to be, so he took one last opportunity to watch you bouncing on Isack, then departed quietly.
Arvid was rock-hard and needy, so he sat down next to Isack to watch you while jerking himself off.
You really were beautiful, he thought. Back arched with your hands tangled in Isack's curls while the RedBull driver's mouth was busy with your tits.
Your moans too, they sent spikes of arousal down his back and when you noticed his presence you leaned over to kiss him, more tongue and spit than anything but seeing you come undone was enough to get him to the end faster than he'd ever care to admit.
And Isack was so overwhelmed he came with a muffled shout against your shoulder, and the three of you let out matching satisfied sighs.
Arvid and Isack got cleaned up and left, after a hearty kiss each, and finally you were left alone with Max.
He was still sitting on his chair, cool as a cucumber but for the obvious tent straining his uncharacteristically loose jeans.
"Ready for your treat?"
Max grinned and stood up before making his way over to the bed, taking his clothes off on the way there.
"I'm guessing I shouldn't go too hard if you're seeing George and Kimi after?"
You stretched out like a cat on the bed, accentuating your curves for him and doing an amazing job of making his head spin.
"You can do what you want to me, Max. I guarantee those two will take very good care of me"
"In that case..." he growled, and dragged you to the edge by your ankles.
In a second he was on you, throwing your legs over his shoulder haphazard and thrusting into you like a man on a mission.
You gasped and squirmed, but his firm hold on you didn't let you go far. Then he wrapped a hand around your neck, holding you still while he pounded his cock into you so hard you saw stars, and your legs went completely numb with pleasure.
"Max" you tried to gasp, but it came out garbled.
"Look at me"
Your eyes opened and Max looked possessed, completely overwhelmed by the need to take everything from you. His impressive stamina kicked in, and he didn't stop until you were screaming his name as you came, more than once, just like that under him while he fucked you through each increasingly mind-numbing orgasm.
The bed was soaked, and you weren't entirely sure how you were going to manage to get to the airport to catch the jet with George and Kimi, but you had a few hours to spare, and for now at least you were happy to let Max take care of you.
He carried you to the shower and helped you wash, which reinvigorated you a little, and then he ordered some exquisite room service to build back some of your energy for later.
"You're too good to me, Max" you groaned through a mouthfull of perfectly sauced pasta.
You didn't notice the way his cheeks reddened, but he smiled and slipped a hand under your fluffy bathrobe to squeeze the meat of your thigh.
"I do try... you do a lot for us, I'm just returning the favour"
"You don't have to though. None of the others do much"
Your eyes met and the deep blue of his completely entranced you for a second.
"Guess I'm just better than them"
The two of you giggled and clinked your glasses together. "Hear, hear!"
Hopefully this race was a sign of good thing to come for Red Bull.
Or, the exact moment Liam decided he'd had enough.
Warnings: makeup artist reader, smut, angry sex? praise kink, teasing, the dynamics are hard to explain just stay with me
The regular makeup artist was on maternity leave, so you were filling in for her for a few months. You'd never met the drivers, but you were an easy going person in general, surely they'd warm up to you pretty quickly, right?
Today you were getting the Racing Bulls boys ready for their media duties. Arvid was done and out, he tried to flirt for a bit, but rapidly realised you weren't interested.
And then in came Liam.
He gave you a polite smile and a 'hello' before sitting in the chair. You didn't know him, but he seemed pretty nice.
That's why, the words spoken to you earlier by the social media admin were ringing in the back of your mind.
In the back of Liam's mind the only thought occurring was "holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck".
You were hot.
He was playing it off as smoothly as possible though, sleeping with other employees wasn't a good idea. He'd never done it, and he wasn't going to start now. But he found it very hard to concentrate, and just gazed at you like a lost puppy the whole time.
Fortunately, there wasn't much to do, just some blemish coverage and hair spray would do the trick.
You messed with his hair for a bit, getting the curls into an acceptable position.
Then you took out the hair spray to fix it in place. It was now or never...
You took a deep breath.
"Close your eyes for me"
He obeyed.
"Good boy"
His eyes flew open in realisation and you couldn't hold in the laughter when you saw his face go through the five stages of grief in a matter of seconds.
"The fuck did you just say?"
"I'm so sorry" you felt hot all over. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea, you hardly knew the man. "The admin told me to do it! That's their phone..."
You pointed at the phone propped against the mirror. His cheeks went pink in what you assumed was anger.
"Oh for fuck's sake!"
He grabbed the phone and deleted the footage immediately, then looked at you, bewildered.
"I'm so sorry!" You tried, still thinking he was angry at you. "That was wildly inappropriate, I was just... I don't know. I'm sorry, won't happen again"
He frowned. "S'not your fault, it's okay. The admin's a dog who's been doing this to me for ages."
You nodded, and the silence that followed was a little awkward to say the least.
"I uh... still need to do your hair though."
He nodded and cleared his throat. "Yeah, of course"
You grabbed a brush to untangle the mess on his head, and he hissed in pain at the first swipe.
"Ow!"
You scoffed at him. "Are you that sensitive?"
He mumbled something about you needing to be more gentle.
You cooed at him teasingly "Should've guessed you'd be such a princess if you like being called a good boy"
He groaned loudly. "I didn't say I liked it!"
"You didn't have to" you laughed. "Your face gave it away immediately"
"That is not true, you're just trying to wind me up now" His slight smirk told you he was being playful. So you pushed.
"Really? Give me your hand."
He obeyed, so fucking easily and without question.
He was so open it almost made your heart ache to do this to him.
You took his hand and leaned in close to his ear.
"Good boy"
His pulse jumped immediately and his pupils dilated.
You laughed and he ripped his hand away in embarrassment.
"See? You love taking orders..."
No amount of concealer would've been able to hide how red he became after that, and you quickly did his hair to avoid him any further discomfort. His squirming around was already causing you too much delight.
And you didn't even notice the slight tent in his jeans...
The admin came in a few minutes later, excited after having apparently just crossed paths with a pissed off Liam, which meant their idea had paid off.
"Tell me you managed to get it"
You chuckled and handed him the phone back.
"Liam deleted it but you'll find it in the recycle bin"
He cackled and punched the air with joy.
"Yes! Our followers are gonna love this!"
He gave you a giddy high five and ran out, on his way to no doubt edit the clip and post it for everyone to see. You giggled silently to yourself as you packed up.
Liam was gonna hate you. Your next meeting was going to be awkward...
That came only a week later.
Once again, thursday media duties. Arvid was in and out quickly, knowing exactly what kind of mood Liam had been in since that morning, and he didn't want to be around for the Kiwi's turn in the makeup chair.
Social media had been ablaze with the footage from the week before, and everybody was going insane about Liam's reaction.
You hadn't had any comments from the team or from Liam, but you could only imagine how frustrated he was with you...
"I'm going to kill you"
Your back was to the door and the voice made you jump.
Liam didn't bother knocking, he just stormed in and hissed at you like an angry cat.
"Do you know how much shit I'm getting from everyone?"
He was close, too close. Which he didn't seem to realise in his anger, but your personal space was no longer your own, and he hovered there in front of you, inches away and seething.
And apparently waiting for an answer.
You blinked at him.
"You shouldn't be embarrassed by what you like"
It took a couple of seconds for that sentence to hit his brain, he was expecting an apology, not more snark from you.
He didn't know you very well.
"What?"
"I mean, I'm sorry for outing you. But it's not my fault you like being called a good boy"
He stared... angrily? You couldn't tell anymore.
"I don't"
Your eyes were fixed on his, which were fully dilated and bloodshot.
Your lips twitched as you held back a smile.
"Yeah, you do. You're a good boy at heart."
His eyes narrowed, a low noise coming from his throat as he moved even closer, towering over you slightly.
You didn't even have time to react before you were being spun around and shoved face first down on the table. Things flew and clattered to the floor as you searched for purchase but neither of you could care less.
"I'll show you a fucking good boy"
He dragged your trousers and underwear down roughly, and you heard the distinct sound of something ripping, but you didn't dare check what it was.
Then came the telltale click of his belt, and a sudden pressure against your embarrassingly wet cunt made you unconsciously arch your back.
He chuckled. "Jesus. Didn't think you were this desperate"
"Shit " he whispered when he bottomed out. He was draped over you, mouth just next to your ear as he panted. "You're fuckin' heaven"
The pressure increased and slowly he split you open on his cock, relatively carefully, but you could absolutely feel every inch of the stretch.
You couldn't wrap your head around what was happening, all you could do was feel.
You moaned, and he took that as a sign he could move, and he didn't hesitate.
Immediately he went deep and fast, and you didn't know what the hell he was doing with his hips, but the curve of him was rubbing against your sensitive walls in the most perfect way, and your g-spot didn't stand a chance against his assault.
"God, you're getting tighter" he groaned.
You were incapable of words. You were so overwhelmed all you could do was moan and drool down your own chin.
Liam could see you in the mirror, and he chuckled at the state of you.
"Go on, call me a good boy now"
You managed to gather a couple of braincells. Just enough to grit the words out.
"Good boy"
He growled, and pushed your face against the table, his lips an inch away from your cheek as he spat at you. You would no doubt have a bruise later.
"Say it again, I dare you"
You smirked.
"Feel so good, gonna make me come like a good boy" you were slurring, but the effect was immediate.
Unfortunately for him, the noise that left his lips sounded wounded rather than annoyed.
You knew then and there you'd won.
He fucked you impossibly harder, forehead pressed against your shoulder blade.
"Fuck- say it again..."
"Good boy"
He whimpered, hips stuttering. "Again"
You reached back and gripped his hip, pulling him close.
"Just like that, fuck- good boy"
Thet table banged against the wall with the force of his next thrusts.
"Fuck" he gasped, and shoved himself so deep it triggered your orgasm at the same time as his, and you moaned in unison as you twitched and shivered against each other while riding out your mind-numbing highs.
Then pulled up your clothes, and as it turned out what ripped was the button on your pants... which was now on the floor near your left foot.
You caught your breaths, and he slowly pulled out, making you cringe at the stickyness.
You wordlessly grabbed a paper towel and did a quick cleanup job.
You looked at Liam, who glanced at you then quickly averted his gaze.
"Don't even"
"I told you you liked it"
"Shut the fuck up"
You just laughed in response, looking through your bag for a needle and thread to sew the button back on your pants.
"We uhh... we probably shouldn't-"
"Don't worry Liam, no one will know."
He nodded vurtly, still not looking at you, and his hands gripped the edge of the chair.
The following silence was deafening while you slowly picked up the items strewn everywhere.
Then someone cleared their throat behind you.
You and Liam whipped around, and leaning coolly against the doorway was Arvid, looking a little smug.
"They're waiting for you, Liam"
Liam swore and gave you one last glance before rushing out of the room for his interviews.
You stared after him in disbelief, he was really leaving you to clear up on your own.
You looked at Arvid.
"Mind helping me?"
The young Brit just stood there, hip cocked and brows raised. He looked impressed.
"Well... at least he'll be in a good mood for his interviews, now"
You wanted to yell at him, but it took him less than a second to sprint out the door to avoid your fury.
Even back in the junior series, Liam knew he wasn't completely straight.
He couldn't explore much though because of how it might put his career in jeopardy. But now he was in F1, and his attraction to men was becoming a serious problem.
Warnings: top yuki, both of them being absolute cretins, wet dreams and cold showers galore, coming in pants (TWICE), tension, Liam being so far in the closet his gaydar is broken, handjobs, blowjobs, first time getting fucked, cum eating, the pacing is atrocious but if I look at this anymore I will have a breakdown
Growing up, he'd often see his friends almost naked and find them just as (if not more) appealing than women.
He'd had silly crushes, and wet dreams, and even some wank-bank worthy fantasies that had kept him occupied on lonely nights, but nothing more than that.
And in this field it was imperative to keep this kind of thing a secret, in case someone got the idea of outing you to ruin your career.
He didn't dare try and find hookups or anything of that sort in case it got out.
So that part of him stayed well hidden.
He even got a girlfriend, who he liked very much, but it certainly had the added bonus of eliminating any suspicion.
Until Daniel Ricciardo broke his hand and he was promoted to full time Formula 1 driver.
George Russell, the head of the GPDA, took one look at him and said “If anyone gives you any trouble about being gay, you come to me. I don't tolerate any workplace discrimination against my fellow drivers”
Liam thanked him, but assured him he had a girlfriend, to which George just chuckled and replied:
“Yeah, we all have girlfriends mate”
He winked at him conspiratorially and walked off , leaving Liam red-faced and sweating at the implications.
Yuki was a pleasure to be around. He was a bit flirty, sometimes bordering on pushy, but he was nice outside of racing and they got along better than most teammates did.
They'd known each other a long time, being in RedBull's junior program and being roommates back in Milton Keynes before Yuki had moved to Italy.
Yuki knew about his… preferences, because on more than one occasion they'd gotten drunk and talked for hours about all sorts of things while under the influence of good booze and good pizza, in the safe space of their apartment.
But they never mentioned it otherwise, and Liam wasn't even sure Yuki remembered those conversations because he was a massive lightweight and was always incredibly hungover the next day.
That didn't change the fact that when Liam became his teammate, Yuki’s old crush came back in full force, and he followed him around like a lost puppy and tried to rile him up 24/7.
Liam soon realised, that Yuki flirted a lot more with him than any of the other drivers did with each other.
Hell the Ferrari drivers were bad enough, but Yuki took it to a whole new level.
It wasn't outright “I like you, I want to fuck” kind of flirting.
It was more, “poke me and I'll poke you back until we wrestle and inevitably violently make out” kind of flirting.
Which was objectively worse for Liam because like any man, he wasn’t sure if Yuki was genuinely interested or if he was making up the whole thing in his head.
And if there's one thing more terrifying than being outed by a rival, it's being rejected and then outed by a friend.
The teasing continued throughout the season, Yuki getting bolder with every move.
Yuki had been pretty liberal for most of his life, never taking himself too seriously.
He wasn't exactly out, but most of the grid knew he liked to fool around with just about anyone, and he’d had a few male lovers so far.
None of them were as captivating as Liam though.
Liam hadn't got the memo however, because no matter how hard Yuki tried, he couldn't seem to get his intentions across to him.
Every time he tried to initiate his equivalent of gay chicken, (roasting Liam until he hopefully shut him up by kissing him), Liam would just laugh it off as friendly banter.
Yuki was going to have to try a different tactic. Perhaps a more direct approach would do the trick.
The opportunity arose in the form of a bad romcom trope coming to life.
The hotel they were staying in for the Vegas GP had got the reservation wrong.
Either that or the team had purposely booked a double room to cut on expenses.
It didn't matter because either way, Liam and Yuki were going to be sharing a bed for the next few nights.
That was fine. It was all fine.
Liam was a bit nervous but Yuki was secretly thanking the universe for this opportunity.
“No matter what happens, you can't fall in love with me” Liam said teasingly in front of the poor receptionist, who had just broken the news to them and handed them a singular key, but Yuki just smirked at him.
“Too late” he snatched the key from Liam's hand “I already jerk off every night thinking about you”
Liam choked on his spit as he followed him, quickly apologizing to the woman for Yuki's joke before scurrying away in embarrassment.
“Yuki you can't just say that!” His face looked like it had been painted rosso corsa as they crossed the threshold of their room.
“Why? It's true” Yuki laughed humourlessly.
Liam didn't pick up on it though, chuckling to himself as he nervously muttered Jesus Christ under his breath.
They shuffled around the room, pulling stuff out of their suitcases, taking turns showering, and ordering room service for dinner.
“Practice is going to be chaos tomorrow I reckon” Liam said as he chewed on a barely seasoned piece of chicken from his diet-compliant meal.
Yuki hummed in agreement, this was Vegas, the entertainment capital of the world after all.
“Who do you think is most likely to get married in the chapel?” Yuki asked after a few minutes silence.
“I don't know… maybe Lando and Oscar? But they're so shy around each other they'd have to be black out drunk” he laughed and Yuki giggled.
“Definitely, but I think Charles and Max are the ones that need it the most. They both have too many sticks up their asses”
They joked comfortably for a bit and for a while it felt like they were roommates again.
They got ready for bed, both quite tired from their day of travelling.
Yuki was just in a pair of boxers and Liam froze, staring at the extremely fit man in front of him.
He was obviously a lot more jacked than in their junior days, but Liam was taken by surprise at just how fucking thick the man was.
His arms… his chest… his thighs…
Yuki caught him staring and wrongly assumed it was because he was uncomfortable.
“Sorry… I always sleep in just boxers, is that okay?”
It was unreasonable to expect Liam to remember Yuki's sleeping habits from several years ago, but he still felt like a moron as his eyes roamed across the other man's body.
“Yeah, totally cool I'd just… forgotten. You know since… when we lived together… we had separate beds and stuff…” Liam gulped and pulled his own shirt off to avoid saying anything even more embarrassing.
Yuki laughed. “Yes, usually people sleep together before moving in with each other but…” he winked and slid under the covers, sinking into the mattress and yawning.
“Yeah…” Liam's voice cracked and he followed suit, leaving as much space between their bodies as possible while facing away from the other man.
“Night Yuki” he said quickly, turning the lamp off on his bedside table.
“Goodnight Liam” Yuki sighed, doing the same and falling asleep within about a minute.
Liam just lay there, waiting for sleep to take him, as his mind wandered back to Yuki's body.
He could feel his body heat despite the space between them.
He thought about how Yuki had changed so much since their junior days.
Not just physically, he was a lot more confident, more assertive and more outgoing despite his rather shy nature.
He was also funny and hot, and really one of the best friends Liam had at the moment. Certainly the one he'd known the longest.
He managed to fall asleep sometime around 3, and his dreams consisted of short, jacked, faceless men doing all sorts of things to his body.
The person seemed so familiar, yet so unknown as his hands trailed down his back.
One minute he was on all fours, getting railed, the next he was on top, kissing down a toned pair of pecs as his hips slapped against hairy thighs wrapped around his waist.
Despite never having been with a man, it all seemed so incredibly real and natural to him, as if his subconscious was trying to tell him this was what he was craving.
Then suddenly he was on his knees, a pair of hands tangled in his hair holding his head still as the man forced his cock down Liam's throat. He drooled around it, greedily slurping at it like a slut.
“Fuck Liam, your mouth is so good”
The voice was far away and sounded vaguely familiar, but he didn't pay it any mind, he was concentrating on the task at hand: letting this man use him for his pleasure.
He couldn't breathe, head swimming as his throat was abused over and over, swallowing every last drop of the mystery man's cum.
He woke with a start.
The bed next to him was empty and the sun was barely rising, so the room was still mostly in darkness.
He checked the time… 5:29?
They didn't need to be in the paddock before 11… so why was Yuki in the bathroom taking a shower this fucking early?
Before he could ask himself too many questions he realised that he felt damp.
Not like, sweaty damp, more like a hormonal teenager that's just come in his fucking boxers damp.
He slid a hand into his underwear to check and… yep.
That must have been what woke him up.
And another startling realisation hit.
The dream he was having was very fuzzy, but there was no mistaking the voice of Yuki Tsunoda moaning his name as he fucked his mouth.
So he'd just come in his pants from dreaming about his friend fucking his throat…
He jumped out of bed just as the sound of the shower being turned off hit his ears.
Ripping his soiled underwear off as quickly as he could, and making use of his limited time to clean himself up as best he could, he raced against the clock to try and get another pair of underwear on before Yuki came out.
Luckily he managed it, and he greeted his teammate just as he turned around to see the door of the bathroom open to reveal a dripping wet Yuki with a towel loosely wrapped around his hips.
Liam went in the bathroom after him, feigning needing a piss just to get out of the awkwardness and avoid staring at his teammates dripping body for longer than was strictly appropriate.
The first thing he noticed was that there were none of Yuki's many products in the bathroom.
No shampoo, no body wash… so he'd just got himself wet?
The other thing was a lack of steam and condensation in the small tiled room.
Yuki had had a cold shower.
Liam knew very well that Yuki hated cold showers with a passion.
Unfortunately it was nearly 6 in the morning and his brain was too tired to make any kind of deduction so he did actually end up having a piss then went back to bed and fell almost straight back asleep.
Yuki however could not.
Over on his side of the bed the mood was more one of mild panic.
Yuki had taken a cold shower in the hopes of getting rid of his erection, caused by Liam, who had been moaning in his sleep and grinding his hips into the bed until he came, moaning Yuki's name.
Liam had seemed so uninterested by Yuki's advances that the man was unsure what to make of the situation and his mind raced until it was time to get up and go.
Media day was awkward, to say the least. They didn't really speak to each other much, but the interactions they did have were short and even the RB staff had noticed how jumpy they were being around each other.
That night, Yuki didn't show up at the hotel. He texted Liam saying he was staying with Pierre and not to wait up for him.
So that was it then. Yuki knew what Liam had done the night before and this was the end of their friendship.
Liam didn't get much sleep, and Yuki indeed stayed with Pierre, ranting about what had happened for hours on end, much to the annoyance of the frenchman.
“Yuki” Pierre sighed dramatically “you are so dumb. You obviously like each other and are too scared to admit it”
“Maybe… I will try and talk to him tomorrow”
“Great” Pierre huffed “Now can we please go to sleep?”
They bid each other goodnight, but Yuki's head was still full of unanswered questions.
P1 and P2 went fine. But at the end of the day they were both exhausted and ready to get as much rest as possible for the next day.
They slid into bed, on the same sides as before, barely speaking a word to each other before passing out.
This time when Liam woke with a start, it wasn't because he'd come in his pants, it was because Yuki was spooning him.
He felt a hardness pressing into his ass and didn't take long to figure out what it was.
Yuki was hard, and gently rocking against him in his sleep.
Liam was torn. Should he wake Yuki up and risk the older man being disgusted and ending their friendship then and there? Or should he do nothing and pretend it never happened?
Somehow with the second option he felt like he was taking advantage of Yuki, given how he felt about the man, but selfishly, he decided he didn't care.
If this was to be between only him and himself that was fine.
He arched his back and pushed himself back towards Yuki, to give him more to work with, which worked a treat.
Yuki’s arm that was draped over Liam's body shifted and tightened around his middle, unconsciously pulling Liam's hips back harder against his movements.
Liam let out a shuddery breath as he let it happen, indulging in the strength of the other man, letting Yuki use his body to get off, and he had to reach down and squeeze a hand around his own cock to avoid a replay of the other night.
He only had so many pairs of spare boxers.
He briefly wondered whether Yuki would come against him, whether it would wake him up or not, and whether Yuki would hate himself for it in the morning.
The universe decided to be even crueler than that.
Yuki moaned Liam's name instead.
Quite loudly. And Liam's dick throbbed.
Yuki was dreaming about him?
Was the man's subconscious on drugs?
Why the fuck was he having sex dreams about Liam?
Yuki continued the gentle movement of his hips, letting out soft whines against the back of Liam's neck.
After at least half an hour, and an increasing sense of urgency in Yuki's moans, Liam thought the older man was finally going to come in his pants.
What happened was much more mortifying.
Yuki's body jolted slightly and he froze completely, halting his movements and his moans as the silence became deafening.
Liam knew Yuki had woken up, but Yuki didn't know whether Liam was awake, so they both stayed like that, hard and internally panicking, trying to pretend to be sleeping, for the next several hours.
Well, obviously they were exhausted the next day and did terribly in qualifying, both of them getting knocked out in Q1.
“This has to stop it's not healthy” Pierre said after Yuki had turned up in his hotel room, yet again.
“You don't understand. I want to fuck a straight man, there is nothing more terrifying than that”
Pierre rolled his eyes in exasperation.
“Yuki listen to me. Liam is not straight! It is obvious like the nose in the middle of the face but you refuse to see it”
“He has a girlfriend! He obviously does not want me!” Yuki whined and Pierre almost slapped him.
“Okay fuck this” he took his phone out and texted Liam to come over to his hotel, now.
Liam was a bit confused but he did as he was told, almost sprinting the short distance between the two hotels.
When Pierre opened the door he looked almost murderous.
“Tell Yuki you want him to fuck you, because you two are driving me mental. I am going to stay with Charles. Please don't get cum on the bed.”
And with that he left the room, slamming the door behind him.
Liam stared at a mortified looking Yuki sitting on the bed.
“What is Pierre on about?” he asked tentatively.
Yuki sighed.
“I used to have a crush on you back when we were roommates, you know?”
Liam shook his head. “No I did not know that”
“And when you became my teammate this year it came back… And you told me before that you weren't completely straight but every time I have tried to flirt you have brushed me off so I assumed you don't want anything to do with me. Until the other night when you dreamed about fucking me”
Liam's jaw was on the floor at this point, and he blushed at the mention of that night.
He didn't quite know what to say, so the first thing that came out of his mouth didn't register in his brain until after he said it.
“Actually I was dreaming about you fucking my throat but yeah…” he corrected and they just stared at each other.
They didn't say anything for a long time, trying to decipher what this all meant.
After what felt like an eternity Yuki said:
“Can I please fuck your mouth?”
And Liam didn't hesitate, he dropped to his knees and crawled towards the bed.
“Please” he said, and Yuki groaned, rushing to get his pants down.
This was finally it.
Liam could have cried with relief as the salty taste of Yuki's precum hit his tongue.
He sank down to the base and Yuki choked on air as he watched Liam deepthroat him immediately.
Despite Liam never having been with a man, he’d tried and tested his gag reflex and had found out early on that he just didn't have one.
Yuki was the first lucky bastard to bear witness to that gift of nature.
The older man threaded his fingers through Liam's dirty blonde hair and held him in place while he thrusted his hips up into his waiting mouth.
Liam was in heaven, he was letting his throat be used for Yuki's pleasure and his cock was hard between his legs, so he squeezed a hand around himself.
He couldn't breathe because of how deep the other man was inside his throat, so Yuki pulled him off for a second, and stared at his hooded eyes and the line of spit linking his tip to Liam's swollen lips.
“My god Liam how many guys have you been practising on?”
“None” he rasped “You're my first”
He was about to take Yuki back into his mouth but the older man kept his head still and groaned.
“You have never been with a man?” he asked.
“Nopee…” Liam whined, trying to fill his mouth, but Yuki wasn't letting him. “Please, Yuki”
Yuki almost combusted on the spot.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck my mouth!” he cried impatiently.
Yuki didn't tease him any longer, he rubbed his tip on Liam's tongue teasingly before shoving himself back in to the base.
Liam moaned and his eyes rolled back into his skull as Yuki's balls slapped against his chin every time he buried himself in his throat.
He was floating, almost like in his dream, and his own cock was throbbing between his legs at the feeling of being used like this.
He shouldn't have been so turned on by a blowjob, but he could feel himself slowly edging closer to an orgasm as Yuki's hips stuttered.
“I’m going to come, where do you want it?” Yuki rasped.
Liam answered non-verbally by grasping his hips and shoving him as deep as he could down his throat, while looking up at Yuki with as much submissiveness as he could muster.
Yuki was a goner. The sight of his long time crush completely fucked out, greedily swallowing his cock was so fucking hot that he came down Liam's throat, toes curling at the sudden white hot pleasure coursing through his body.
Liam heaved in a breath as soon as his mouth was empty and it took him a second to realise he had in fact, come in his pants once again.
He was a grown man for fuck's sake.
Yuki had fallen backwards and was trying to catch his breath while staring at the ceiling, so thankfully, had not noticed.
Liam shuffled forwards on his knees and hugged Yuki's midriff, hiding his very red face.
The older man looked down and giggled. His hand went to stroke Liam's hair, fingernails scratching lightly at his scalp.
“Do you want me to repay the favour?” he asked, as Liam's body shuddered.
“No…” he whined into Yuki's shirt “I already uhh… came”
His voice squeaked in embarrassment and Yuki simultaneously melted and twitched with arousal.
“You came from giving me a blowjob?” he asked, bewildered.
“Yeah…” Liam moaned pitifully.
The silence stretched on and Liam was worried that Yuki was weirded out so he opened his mouth to apologise for ruining everything.
But before he could get a word out, Yuki sat up and pulled Liam up into his lap.
Liam was so shocked by the fact that Yuki had just lifted him up like a child, he felt his cock twitch at the casual display of strength.
“Can I see?” Yuki asked breathlessly while his brain short-circuited.
Liam undid his pants and Yuki wasted no time sliding his hand in and wrapping a hand around his half hard cock.
The stickiness made his own semi throb and he pulled his hand out to inspect it.
Liam was holding his breath, surely he wasn't going to-
He was.
He did.
Yuki licked his hand clean of his cum, while making full eye contact.
He hummed at the taste and when he’d finished, he put his hand flat on Liam’s chest to feel his heart beat.
Liam gasped and his hips bucked, brushing against Yuki's rapidly growing bulge. They were both getting extremely turned on again, and the heat in the room was becoming almost suffocating.
Yuki's hand went back into Liam’s pants and curled around his cock once more, to start jerking him off slowly, aided by the slick remnants of his cum.
His other hand went to the back of Liam's head and crashed their lips together in a heated kiss.
It had been a long time coming. A very long time coming.
Yuki could taste himself on Liam tongue and he groaned, tightening his grip which made Liam groan in turn and wrap his arms around Yuki's neck.
As they made out, the hand on Liam's neck went down to his ass and squeezed at the supple flesh, making Liam whine into the kiss.
“Yuki, I need you to fuck me, now” he gasped.
Yuki grunted and turned them around so that Liam was now lying on the bed with his legs hanging off the edge.
Yuki made quick work of both of their clothes and spread Liam's legs, hungrily taking in the other man’s vulnerable state.
“Wait, have you done this before?” he asked, suddenly remembering what he’d said earlier.
Liam shook his head and grinned at him, crossing his hands behind his head, which distracted Yuki slightly because the movement made his biceps flex invitingly.
“Nope… you get the honour of deflowering the great Liam Lawson”
He wasn't sure where this sudden cockiness was coming from, but Yuki just rolled his eyes and went over to the bedside table to grab a bottle of lube he knew Pierre always carried around with him. (Don't ask)
The first finger pushing inside was an odd sensation, but not unpleasant, Liam thought.
Yuki was very generous with the lube, determined to make Liam's first experience as comfortable as possible.
The second finger stretched him out a bit more, and he keened when Yuki accidentally brushed his prostate.
The new sensation sent a jolt up his spine and Yuki chuckled.
Soon enough he was ready, and his cock was angry and leaking all over his stomach.
Yuki somehow resisted the urge to lick it all up, instead he lined himself up and pushed in just an inch.
Liam moaned at the stretch and his hands gripped at the sheets.
“Relax Liam…” Yuki soothed him with a hand rubbing circles on his hip.
“Yes Yuki” he gasped and took a deep breath before the older man managed to push himself in further.
Once Yuki was fully sheathed, Liam could hardly breathe.
Yes it was his first time, but Yuki was big.
But he was also incredibly gentle, letting Liam adjust in his own time before starting to rock his hips in a slow rhythm.
Liam was on fire (in a good way).
He wrapped his legs around Yuki’s waist and pulled him down into a kiss.
The sound of their hips slapping echoed in the room, along with Liam's little ah… ah… ahh’s as Yuki's cock grazed his prostate on every increasingly powerful thrust.
“Yuki!” Liam cried out, overwhelmed by the sensations that were completely new to him.
They looked into each other's eyes as they got closer to their ends, foreheads pressed together making them go cross-eyed. (They looked like lovesick idiots)
“Yuki- fuck, christ I'm… I'm going to- I’m coming!” Liam sobbed as his orgasm washed over him in waves while Yuki chased his own.
“Liam!” he gasped into Liam's mouth as he came inside him, hips grinding against the spot that made him see stars.
They panted and moaned into each others' mouths, coming down from the intense high as Yuki found Liam's hand to intertwine their fingers.
“I love you” he muttered as he kissed down Liam's neck and across his chest.
Tears sprang to Liam's eyes. “Yuki”
The older man looked up at him expectantly.
“I love you too” he whispered and Yuki smiled.
They kissed again, softer and more controlled than before.
They had time.
Pierre wasn't coming back anytime soon so they made use of the en-suite bathroom to take a nice long shower, soaping each other up and giggling like children as they felt each other up.
On their way back to their room, Yuki shot Pierre a quick text.
“We did not get cum on the bed, but you will need to buy more lube”
Pierre must have been waiting with Charles for a sign of life, because his reply was immediate.
“For fuck’s sake, Yuki. I told you to stop stealing my lube!”
i reread all your mean!liam stuff and im feeling nostalgic. lol sorry for asking for another fic but could you do one with mean!liam as a continuation of the swap with max? maybe something having to do with when liam got demoted and he’s upset so he starts taking it out on you now that you’re teammates again. what do you think? also, as usual i’ve been loving all your work. that norrussell fic was delicious!
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Mean!Liam being very mean under the cut
"The only good thing about being your teammate is having constant access to this perfect cunt"
Being demoted wasn't fun, but at least he had this perk to look forwards to. With Yuki in RedBull, Max had his hands full and that left you at Liam's mercy.
Especially during media day.
He was deep inside you, keeping you pinned against the wall in your drivers room.
"Gonna make sure you're fucking full of me every time you go back to your boyfriend."
Your hipbones were already bruised with how hard each thrust sent you knocking into the wall, but Liam couldn't give less of a fuck about your comfort. You weren't the one who'd been unfairly thrown out of the RedBull seat.
"Max wants to fuck everyone over? Well I'm going to make sure his girlfriend doesn't even feel good for him. Gonna make you so loose he can't even fuck you properly. Then, you'll be no use to anyone, hmm?"
His words hit you like a punch to the gut. RedBull didn't want you, and if Max didn't want you either there wouldn't be much point in you being here at all.
"Spread your legs for me, that's it"
His hand came down over your clit, and you screamed as your legs started trembling.
"Gonna fucking ruin you. Make it so that you couldn't drive that RedBull even if you wanted to"
His other hand came up to wrap around your throat and squeezed. Enough to block your air supply and make you light headed within seconds. You felt your orgasm crash over you, and he only let go when you were crying in overstimulation, his come dripping down your leg as he left you there, weak and shaking, forced to used the wall to stay upright.
You knew what he was about to ask. Cruelty at it's finest.
"I have an interview in a few minutes. Stay right there until I get back, and don't move, or I'll make sure you can't get in any sort of car at all this weekend"
Forty minutes is a long time to wait, spread out and leaking as your tears soak the wallpaper...
ok WAIT! i just watched one of those aesthetic tiktoks where it’s just a bunch of random clips that all match a certain vibe. it was a coquette theme and that shit headslammed a prompt for a liam fic into me so violently I got whiplash. forreal.
anyway, you drive for a different team and fans love you so much cos you’re vicious on the track but you’re such a softie off track. a real sweetheart. so dainty and innocent looking. catching the eye of all the other guys. and liam wants nothing more than to corrupt you. heavy corruption kink/ jealousy
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can you tell i’m fucked in the head?
This is a great prequel to the mean!liam AU!
So you're just so cute and pretty and outside of the paddock you're sweet and innocent
But on track you're a menace, not hesitating for a single second to push others off track, and often coming into contact with liam
You frustrate him so much because he can't understand how this tiny creature who is always polite and smiley can be so rutheless
And you are a delightful person, but for some reason Liam just brings out another side in you
You want to tease him, insult him, anything to get his attention.
So one time you tell him his driving skills are appalling, just to get some banter going
And he just huffs and leans in close as fuck and whispers so that no one else can hear
"Then maybe I should show you some of my other skills if you're going to be such a brat"
And from then on you're a blushing stuttering mess every time you're with him in public
Because you would love for him to take you apart, but you have no experience and he makes you nervous with his confidence
You accidentally let slip that you're a virgin and after that all the drivers start making passes at you, which you politely decline
Liam hates it
He shouldn't, because you don't belong to him
But he wants all the other drivers to get their filthy paws, and eyes, off you so that he can have your petite frame moaning his name, and his name only
What he doesn't know is that you feel the same way, you don't care about the others, you want him
You don't want to admit to him that you want him, so you just try to push his buttons as best you can until he gets the hint
It's only when you actually crash into him (not on purpose) that he snaps
He doesn't even wait for you to be out of your helmet and suit
He drags you to his drivers room and bends you over the desk
"So fucking desperate for my attention, well now you have it"
The fact that you're a virgin almost slips his mind as he rips your layers off, he just needs to be inside you
And it's then, once he's got your tight cunt wrapped around him that he remembers
He almost comes on the spot at the thought that his is the first and only cock that's been inside you
He pushes you down onto the hard surface and pounds into you, his only goal is to claim you
Of course the whole time he spits filth at you about how you're a filthy whore that doesn't deserve a seat if you're this easy for cock
Your moans can be heard outside but neither of you care
"You want to be a bitch on track, then you can take my fucking cock for it.
This is a punishment. For fucking him over one too many times
"None of those other clowns is gonna touch you after this, you know? You're mine now. Mine to fuck, to fill with cum whenever you piss me the fuck off"
liam wrestling you down over his knee so rough you end up with bruises. yanking your panties down and forcing your legs open so he can spank your pussy until you cum. his fingers shoved into your mouth telling you to shut the FUCK up before he fills it with something bigger. it’s your own god damn fault for being such a brat he’s got no choice but to punish you and he won’t stop till you’re a sobbing mess drool running down your chin
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Another banger ask from you!
Liam not caring if you're enjoying yourself (but he knows you are)
He finds you profoundly annoying but can never resist the feeling of your legs wrapped around him while he stretches your pussy out
When anything goes wrong on track he takes it out on you
He wants to yell and scream in frustration, but you're not his therapist, you're his fucktoy
He'll spank your ass until you're crying and your cunt is dribbling down your thighs
He'll take great pleasure in spanking your pussy too
He alternates between hooking his fingers into your g-spot roughly and slapping your puffy cunt
It's not like he wants to physically cause you harm
But he's addicted to your whiny little sobs and the way you writhe in pain on every slap
But he knows you like it because you also get wetter on every slap which makes the sound of his hand making contact obscene
When he fucks your mouth he never gives you time to breathe
On the contrary, he gets off on the power he has over you
He doesn't let up until theres a puddle of drool and tears at his feet
You always end up with nasty bruises all over your body that hurt (sometimes for weeks) every time you accidentally press on them
Because he never fucks you anywhere comfortable
It's always in his drivers room, shoved over a desk, against the wall or on the floor
And on the very rare occasions where it's in a hotel room, he refuses to go anywhere near the bed
If he fucks you while facing you he has to shove his fingers in your mouth to shut you up
He can't stand your voice, but it's bearable if you've got your back to him
Doggystyle, or against the wall with your head pulled back roughly by your hair
Or a hand around your throat as leverage to pull you onto his cock even harder
Often leaving finger marks around your neck
When he cums he leaves, or he kicks you out
There is no care between you, just unbridled loathing
hi! so i can’t stop thinking about this utter filth and i feel like you’re the only f1 blog that would understand the vision here. it’s gonna be a long one so buckle up 🫣🤭
ok so reader and liam are teammates and they absolutely HATE each other. like legitimately there’s no secret friendly feelings just pure hate and lust. and max is readers bf, and when it’s announced liam gets the seat at RB, max decides to give reader to him as a reward but also as a punishment to reader for not getting the seat at RB. and the whole thing is very dubcon/cnc cos max doesn’t really consult with you he just tells you about it like there’s no choice to be made. liam shows up and max just tells you to behave and do whatever liam wants before leaving you alone with liam. and the whole time liam is super mean and does everything he can to humiliate you and he really plays up the fact that he’s in total control (*cough* facefucking *cough* who said that??). there’s no limits so whatever kinky shit you wanna add in there go crazy. he’s a real freak. anyway at some point he ends up fucking your ass and he finds out you’ve never done anal before so it gets his ego going knowing he’s the only guy who’s fucked you like that. 🥵 blah blah blah proper name place name… he ends up making you cry and putting you in subspace and when he leaves max comes back in and gives you all the aftercare and praise
anyway you don’t have to write anything with this i just felt like I needed to drag someone down to hell with me over this🫡
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New anon alert!
Mate I'm gonna need 5 to 10 business days to recover from this...
Liam pinching your nose while he's fucking your throat so you can't breathe...
Liam grabbing your head and forcing you to keep your eyes open and watch while he splits your cunt open, in front the mirror in yours and Max's shared bedroom
Liam constantly bringing up the fact that you weren't good enough to get the the seat every time you're about to come, to pavlov you into getting pleasure from being degraded
He's so mean with it too, "You're not good enough, you shouldn't even deserve to come, but you're gonna do it anyway because you're such a whore" and you sob your way through another orgasm because he's right
And yeah at one point he's got you on your stomach, hips propped up while he pounds into you, making sure to slap your ass hard every time you dare sound like your getting any pleasure
Then he can't stop staring at your other hole twitching under him, and he spits on it, and uses it to push his thumb into you
It send a shock through you and you come on the spot, almost screaming with how overwhelming the pleasure is
"You like that, huh? I wonder if my cock fits in here. Does Max get to fuck your greedy little hole when you've been good?"
And the answer is no. You tell him you've never done that and he immediately hikes your hips up further.
"I'll be your first time, that's cute"
He gets a couple of fingers in you before he decides he won't do too much damage and slides his cock, still dripping from your countless orgasms, inside your tight ass
You feel so full and so empty at the same time, Liam is not small, but it feels wrong that your cunt is being neglected
He pulls you up against his chest wrapping one hand around your throat, the other going to slap your pussy
"Fucking pathetic. Couldn't get the seat, and now your own boyfriend doesn't think you're good enough to fuck so he's leaving me to do the dirty work"
You cry and sob and writhe in his grasp but it's no use, he holds you there and forces you to take it
When he feels you getting tighter he knows you're about to come, so he hooks two fingers inside you, aiming for your g-spot and uses his palm to rub against your clit
You've never squirted before either, but there you are, juices pooling and dripping down your thighs
He removes his hand but even with his cock still pounding into you you just. Won't. Stop. Squirting.
You are intirely out of it, so lost in pleasure that your eyes are rolled back and you don't even have the energy left to make any sounds
So he keeps on chasing his own release, pressing your back down into the pillows with a hand between your shoulder blades
He doesn't come in your ass though, he decides to pull out and come over your quivering holes, half of it landing on your ass, and then dripping down your thighs and across your puffy cunt.
He leaves you in that exact position for Max to find
Your boyfriend cleans you up diligently, waiting for you to come back to him.
"You were perfect, schat. So perfect."
Kisses and cuddles galore, until you're giggling tiredly in his arms
"You'd better work tirelessly this season to get that seat. I'd hate to have to do this again with whoever beats you for it next year"
That was how karting usually ended when you two were involved. No matter where either of you started on the grid, you and Liam always found a way to crash into each other.
I blacked out, and an hour later this monstrosity was born! Hope you enjoy
Warnings: gn!reader, rough sex, lots of swearing, rivals to lovers, daddy kink, corruption kink, smidge of angst, like 2 seconds of fluff before it descends into madness
“That was my line!”
“You call that a line? Ha! My blind grandmother can see that’s a shit line!”
And you were only thirteen then. Now you were both in formula 1. But unfortunately, the insults hadn’t matured, and neither had you.
“You absolute wankstain! What the fuck was that?!”
“That was me having to crash into my teammate! Because my teammate is a shit driver who doesn’t leave me any room, you fucking prick!”
“Oh, dear! Looks like the alpha tauri duo are having a trackside screaming match... again.”
Crofty sighed. At this point it was almost a weekly occurrence. You and Liam were bitter rivals on track and had been since you started karting all those years ago. It always ended in a screaming match that usually lasted well into the evening, and sometimes all the way up the corridors of your hotel rooms, and one time, it ended with Liam shoving you into your room and fucking you right there on the carpet.
That was one time. And you and Liam had never talked about it. The next day you’d bickered on the private jet, as per usual, and just like that it was forgotten.
Except it wasn’t, not really.
The problem was that Liam had unknowingly taken your virginity that night. And it was, by default, the best sex you had ever had. But your relationship stayed the same and the two of you never even acknowledged what happened. You weren’t obsessed with the concept of virginity either of course, it was what it was, and he was you first, whatever. But it would be nice if he stopped being such a huge prick, you know?
Then came the end of season celebrations in Abu Dhabi. You’d been drinking heavily to forget this nightmare of a season and the fact that you (just you, not Liam) had essentially been threatened to stop fighting next season or you would be out of a seat faster than you could say ‘hypocrisy’.
You tried your best to avoid him all evening. But he kept appearing in your line of sight, on the dancefloor, getting drinks at the bar, shuffling off to the toilets every now and then. You kept drinking so that your vision would hopefully go so blurry you wouldn’t be able to see him at all, but of course with those drinks came the need to pee.
So, there you were in one of the stalls thinking about the face of the man you were trying hard not to think about. Then, said man walked in, crossed the room and the sound of him undoing his zipper was heard.
You knew it was him from his stupid shoes that you recognised very well, as he had once thrown them at your head. That was an incident worthy of getting fired....
Anyway, for some obscure reason (about 7 tequila cocktails) you thought it was a great idea to voice that thought out loud.
“I never told you, but those are the ugliest shoes on the fucking planet”.
There was a pause as he zipped his fly back up.
“Jesus, are you stalking me now? The fuck are you doing in there?”
“Pissing, obviously”
Another pause.
“Right” he said “anything else you want to tell me? Or can I get back to having fun now?”
You rolled your eyes “Yeah actually, you need to stop crashing into me, dickwad”.
He snorted. “And why the fuck would I do that”.
“Because I’m out of the seat next time we crash, and because you fucking owe me, so please just cool it with the- !”
“Wait, why the fuck do I owe you anything? It’s not my fault you can’t drive!”
“Because you fucking took my virginity Liam!”
Okay maybe you weren’t completely over it.
You could’ve heard a pin drop. You desperately hoped there wasn’t anyone else in the stalls.
“What?!”
You were so embarrassed you tried to get out of answering by flushing the toilet and waiting for him to leave.
Obviously, that didn’t work.
“Unlock the door, please” He sounded almost winded, which confused you so much you actually opened the door. He was leaning against the wall and as his eyes snapped to yours, you could see there were tears in them.
Your bewilderment must have been visible because he immediately wrapped his arms around you in a tight bear hug.
“I’m so sorry you’re first time was like that... I’m so, so sorry...”
You pushed him off enough to be able to breathe again “The sex was great Liam, what the fuck are you sorry for?”
He stroked your hair as he spoke, refusing to meet your eyes. “Because... I thought you hated me so I... Your first time shouldn’t be, you know, hate-sex. I thought that was the only way I would get to do it with you so I- I didn’t know you’d never done it before- it was a spur of the moment thing”.
You were even more confused. “The only way you’d get to do it? What the fuck does that mean?”
He finally looked at you and he seemed so weirdly vulnerable, so heartbroken that your brain started to catch up, and your breath caught in your throat.
“Do you...” your heart was beating fast as you scanned his face for a reaction “like me?”
He had a pained look on his face and just looked down at the floor. He didn’t like you. It went deeper than that.
“Liam look at me” He did. You didn’t know what to say so you just stared at him.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about that night, you know” he said softly.
“Neither have I” you whispered, and your eyes met as he looked at you in shock.
You both moved at the same time, crashing your lips and bodies together as the years of tension finally washed away and you were on the same wavelength for the first time.
As you both caught your breath a minute later, he chuckled. “Come on, let’s get back to the hotel. I owe you a do-over”.
And do-over he did.
As in, he did you, over every surface.
It started out sweet enough. He carried you to the bed, undressed you slowly and took his time fucking you slowly, almost maddeningly so. But you both quickly realised that he’d already corrupted you the first time, and now you liked it rough. So he gave it to you. First he flipped you over on the bed, grabbed your hair and pushed you face down into the sheets as he pounded into you mercilessly from behind, occasionally leaving hand prints on your ass, then he took you standing up against the glass windows, one hand around your throat, the other sneaking down to touch you where you were making a mess of yourself.
“Fuck, you like it like this don’t you? You’re basically dripping onto the carpet”.
Then he flipped you and lifted you up, your legs hooking over his arms as he entered you again, the position giving you no choice but to just take it.
“Yes, take it baby, fuck- so tight around me, take my fucking cock” he growled and bit into your shoulder, making you moan. “You’d take anything I give you right? Such a fucking slut for it my god”
His hips stuttered as he had a thought.
“It’s my fault, isn’t it? My fault that you take it like you were made for it, fuck” his thrusts became even harder as you both felt your highs quickly approaching, your hands were scrambling for purchase on his sweaty shoulders, settling in his hair to give it a sharp tug, his answer was a deep thrust that knocked the breath out of you.
“Fucking made for me. Only I get to see you like this now, don’t I? My little cockslut, all for me. Isn’t that right?”
You nodded quickly, but he made a noise of discontent.
“Words baby, I need words or I won’t let you come. Who do you belong to?”
“You Daddy, please I’m gonna come” you couldn’t help it, the name slipping out as his hips stuttered and he made a punched-out noise.
“Shit- say that again baby, that sounded good”.
You huffed out a whine, now was not the time to be embarrassed “Daddy please, please I need to come so bad”.
He groaned “Okay baby go ahead, come on daddy’s cock, now.”
You came so hard. All over yourself, and it ran down onto his thighs and the feeling of you dripping everywhere sent him over the edge, thrusting a couple more times before stilling, deep inside you as you felt him fill you up.
He carried you like that into the bathroom, setting you down gently in the shower, legs and hips sore from the position and you both spent an eternity in there, soaping each other up and kissing tenderly, trying to make up for lost time.
As you got into bed with him, you checked your phone and saw two things: the alarm for your flight was in 2 hours, and a text that read “does this mean you two will be cooperating from now on?” from your performance engineer.
Your cheeks burned red, she had the room right next door.
