Your nsfw alphabet for Max was so hot, and I'd like to request free use but flipped, so reader using him whenever they want
Needy
Four times you needed Max, and one time he was just as needy for you.
Or, the story of how you got your boyfriend obsessed with being used.
Warnings: smut, free use, oral, slight cnc, and somnophilia, alcohol, bottom!max and sub!max, short but sweet (i hope)
♦️
You just loved Max so much. Your champion. He made you feral. It didn't help that you were ovulating and he had the infuriating habit of walking around in nothing but shorts. He was in the kitchen cooking, looking all domestic and hot and you needed to do something about it.
You knew you couldn't fuck him, he needed to be in tip top shape for tomorrow's race and when you two went at it he would ache for days. You were just going to have to show him your appreciation another way.
He greeted you with a smile, unaware of what was brewing in your mind.
You pushed him against the counter, and the bewildered look he gave you was the icing on the cake as you sank to your knees and dragged his shorts down with you.
His jaw dropped in shock, he was speechless as he watched you swallow him down easily given that he was still soft. He had no idea what got into you, but he wasn't going to argue with this new turn of events.
He dropped the fork he was holding and his hands wrapped your hair into a ponytail, but you batted him away and gave him a look that meant "hands to your fucking self"
Within seconds he was hard, and the desperate groans he was letting out only fuelled the fire inside you, the need to see him lose it.
You took him deep, and suckled around him, and he squirmed and panted, still confused about why he was getting one of the best blowjobs of his life.
He white knuckled the edge of the counter, whining and trying to keep himself still for you, but even with all the self control in the world he couldn't stop the tension coiling in his belly and his balls were tightening without him realising.
His thigh tensed under your fingers as he came with a choked moan into his hand and you were very tempted to make him go again, overstimulate him until he begged for mercy, but you needed to keep him happy and relaxed in order for him to want to do this kind of thing again...
So you tucked him back into his shorts, gave him a quick peck on the lips and went to take a shower before dinner. He watched you retreat with an open mouth and his brain reduced to mush.
♠️
Exactly one week later, Max still wasn't really over it.
He replayed it in his head constantly, wondering whether it was all actually just a hallucination. You certainly weren't acting any different than usual.
The two of you were at an after party on Sunday. Max had won the race, and you'd found yourselves in some guy's penthouse, drugs and alcohol everywhere, full of people you didn't know but for a few familiar faces from the paddock.
You were horny again. Max was looking fine as shit, white shirt getting progressively more open as the night went on, and after a while you felt the urge to just take what you wanted.
You dragged him to a spare bedroom, drunk out of your minds under pretence of needing him to help you with something.
But you both knew it was going to end with Max landing on his ass in a plush armchair, and you climbing onto his lap with only one goal in mind: getting him inside you. Now.
He was just as bewildered by your behaviour as the week before. You weren't usually one to sneak off and fuck at a party, but who was he to argue with a good thing?
His fingers got cramps with how hard they were gripping the arm rests either side of you, and he was very quickly out of breath despite the amount of cardio he did.
Partly because you had a hand around his throat, squeezing periodically to get him a little lightheaded. That too was new, but he found himself being very much on board with it.
It felt a little dangerous, and surrendering to you was making his brain go fuzzy.
He was so hard he felt like he was going to explode, and your tight hot cunt wrapped around him wasn't helping.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck-" he gasped, and his face went completely slack as you wrung every last drop of pleasure out of him.
He slumped into the chair, and you panted into his mouth that he was a very good boy, and that made his brain short-circuit...
Oh yes... he liked that.
♥️
During summer break you were on Max's yacht, lounging around, only sun and sea for miles around.
The perfect opportunity. Max was laying on his front, soaking up some sun on the deck.
"Want a massage, babe?"
He grunted out a response of some kind. He was half asleep. The perfect prey.
You put some lotion on his back and climbed on.
He groaned when you pressed into his muscles, sore from his earlier workout, and you made sure to be thorough. You needed him as loose as possible.
He didn't even flinch when you tugged his shorts down, to get your greedy hands on his ass. And those thighs. You'd gladly let him choke you out with them.
You told him as much.
He giggled a bit when you placed a chaste kiss on his left cheek, squirming a little and the tips of his ears reddened.
He was getting shy.
You placed another kiss on the small of his back, and leaned over his body to whisper in his ear.
"Don't worry babe" He could hear the smile in your tone. "I'm going to make you feel good"
He nodded, and you grinned as you seized the lotion and lubed your hands up.
He couldn't help the moan he let out when the tip of your finger slid over his rim. Max was notoriously sensitive and he wasn't used to being touched there.
The first finger went in without a hitch, knuckle by knuckle, and the slow drag of it was enough to get Max so hard that he felt like all the blood was being drained from his brain.
He unconsciously spread his legs a bit, chasing the feeling and you carefully added another finger inside him.
The build was slow but steady, you were applying pressure to the right spots to make him have to bite his fist to hide his noises, but when you slid a third digit inside him, not even that stopped the pathetic wail that was ripped from him.
One press against his prostate and he came hard, clamping down on your fingers and riding it out with his hips, rolling desperately until they finally came to a halt when it got too much.
You could tell emotions were surfacing when he took a shaky breath and cleared his throat.
You draped yourself over his back, stroking his skin soothingly.
"You were so good for me, Max"
His breathing slowly evened out and he smiled when you kissed his sweaty neck.
"Such a good boy"
♣️
Neither of you were strangers to somnophilia. But it was definitely the first time you'd woken Max up like this.
You were eating him out. Quite sloppily in fact, and he was barely awake enough to tense up at the feeling of your fingers breaching him.
You prepped him thoroughly, and when you sat back on your haunches he realised what you were up to.
You were wearing a harness, paired with an average sized dildo that was poking at him insistently.
He gasped when the head pushed inside him, rim stretched around it and his hands moved to stop you but you were quicker. You pinned them above his head, and for the first time ever, Max felt weak.
His wide eyes almost made you halt your movements, but you pushed forwards, sinking into him until your hips met his ass. The rattled breath he let out made your stomach churn with something dark.
He was struggling to keep his eyes from rolling back, and made a half-hearted effort at struggling against you, but it was as if the cock inside him was making him completely pliant.
"Shhh baby..." you teased. "I need this, need to see you take me, okay?"
He got choked up, and you didn't really give him a chance to regain any braincells before you moved, shallowly fucking into him at first, just to watch his face go slack.
Then you went harder, skin slapping against skin and the sounds he made were exquisite.
His back arched, and you decided to give his ample chest some attention, lips wrapping around one of his nipples and he quickly started begging.
Begging for what? Neither of you knew.
"Please, please, please" he chanted, eyes shut in bliss as he felt the pressure building inside him, white hot flames of arousal licking up his spine.
He came harder that night than he ever had in his life.
You'd finally broken him in. Made him get a taste of everything you had to offer, and by the utterly fucked-out look on his face you knew he'd be asking for more...
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The evidence of the success of your psychological training came in the form of a desperate Max showing up on your doorstep after a bad race.
You barely got the door open before he was on top of you, rutting against you like a dog.
"Need you" he panted into your chest, almost collapsing onto his knees. "Need you so fucking bad."
You didn't bother to conceal your victorious grin as you shoved him onto the bed, ripping his clothes off and sinking down on him in one fowl swoop.
You'd pre-prepped, you knew he'd turn up as soon as you saw his car in the wall. And if there's one thing that made you horny was pathetic sore-loser Max.
He cried out your name, letting you use him for your own pleasure while you pinned him down with a hand around his neck.
"You're so good, my perfect toy..."
He lay there, raw and sensitive both physically and emotionally. You bounced on his cock, whispering filthy praises and he let the frustrations of the day wash away with every orgasm, every squeeze of your exquisite cunt around him, wiping his mind blank of any rational thought.
"You're gonna let me use you whenever I want, yeah? Be my little whore, always desperate and ready to please, isn't that right?"
He attempted words, incomprehensible in their content but clear in the intention.
Warnings: smut, blowjobs, Charles is a petty bitch, foursome?, squirting, sort of subspace maybe?
One of the Boys Masterlist
The view from Max's hotel room was pretty amazing.
At least Charles seemed to think so, but how he had any brainpower available to even think about the view was a great mystery given the way Lando was sucking him down with gusto.
Max wasn't even there. He was late, so you had to find other ways to entertain yourself, thankfully there were two eager men in the room with you.
"Good boy, Lan. You're taking him so well"
Lando hummed around the older man's cock, cheeks red and puffy already, while Charles wore a dazed expression.
You were sitting next to them, just in your underwear as you watched the mental tug of war going on in front of you.
Lando was trying to get a rise out of the Monegasque, so he sucked harder and wrapped a hand around the base so that he could focus more on the head.
That definitely got a reaction out of Charles, who hissed and grabbed a fistful of the Brit's hair to push him back down roughly.
Lando tried not to look too smug as he took it all down to the base. Charles was just as good with his mouth, but it irked him that Lando was this good.
"You seem rather cocky for a man who stared at my rear wing for forty laps..."
Lando's eyebrows scrunched up as if he was going to pull off to argue that technically it was 20 laps then 19 after the pit stops, but Charles didn't give him the chance, he fucked up into Lando's mouth to make him choke.
He couldn't help the satisfaction of watching Lando's tears fall and his nails dig into Charles' thighs.
"Fucker" Lando gasped in a breath when Charles finally let go, but couldn't get much more out before the door was swinging open to reveal Max, sweating from rushing over from the track.
"And where have you been?" You asked suspiciously.
"Had to take care of something. What's going on here?"
"Charles and Lando were entertaining themselves while we waited for you"
Max shoved all his stuff in the corner and made his way straight to the bed, hastily taking his shirt off on the way.
"I'm here now..." he climbed on top of you and kissed you, arms snaking around your waist to hold you tight. "And I am so tired"
You pushed him away with a hand on his chest and a grin on your face.
"Lucky for you, I'm going to ride you. We are in Texas after all..."
That's when Max spotted what was in the corner of the bed.
Charles had brought his custom cowboy hat, at your request, and you slipped it on your head before climbling on top of Max, his jeans were already tented.
"What about us?" Lando's raspy voice cut through the air and you looked at him and Charles.
"You can wait your turn"
Max grinned at you as you turned your focus back on him, and getting his pants off.
He helped you with that, then with your own underwear and marveled at the sight of you already dripping.
He slid a finger through your folds and pushed it inside you lazily.
"Looks like Lando and Charles were very entertaining, then..."
"You have no idea" you chuckled, and he quickly added another finger, stretching you sufficiently for you to be able to sit on his cock comfortably.
Once he was satisfied, you positioned yourself over him while he held himself steady, and with a heavy breath you sank down.
He bit his lip to hold back a groan, eyes trained on where his cock split you open.
You bounced in his lap, hands on his chest to steady you while you aimed your hips to get him as deep as you could inside you.
He panted heavily, letting you control the pace, which you set to slow and hard.
You were squeezing him, and you felt his abs clench under your fingers in an effort to to hold still for you. He really wanted this to be good for you, which in turn made you want it to be good for him.
"You're dripping, fuck"
You could feel it, how wet you were, and hear it with the wet slap every time you landed on him.
It was very unlike Max to let you do all the work, and you fought through the ache in your thighs when you started to feel his fingers tighten around your waist, a sure sign that he was getting close.
His jaw slackened, and his brows scrunched up when he came, a deep groan vibrating in his chest.
You rolled your hips gently, until he let out a small hiss and you grinned at him.
"Want me to stop?"
Max sighed deeply. "I wish I could say no, but it's too much..."
You bit your lip cheekily.
"One day I'm going to tie you up and qi won't stop until you're crying..." you ran a finger down his clammy chest. "If you win the Championship, maybe?"
He hummed, hands squeezing your hips to signal you to get off.
You turned to the other two men you'd been ignoring, and raised a brow.
"Who's next?"
They looked at each other pointedly, and Lando raised his hand.
"Don't be shy, come here"
He smiled, waddling over to you and you grabbed the back of his neck to pull him in for a filthy kiss.
He moaned into it, hard against your hips as he lost himself into it and wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you tighter against him. You felt the hard planes of his body, hot and ready for you to push him down onto his back and straddle him.
Max's come was leaking out of you, and you didn't need any prep to slam down onto Lando's cock.
The brit yelped softly and his eyes rolled back into his head. He'd been on edge ever since Charles pushed his cock down his throat, so you could tell he was going to be incredibly easy.
You bounced hard and fast, clenching around him on every upstroke, and it didn't take long for his moans to increase in pitch.
His hands found your tits, which he was mesmerised by as they bounced in time with the rhythm of your hips.
"Gonna come for me, pretty boy?"
He nodded, eyes wide as he gazed up at you, and you could help sliding a couple of fingers in his mouth for him to suck on.
He really was pretty, desperately trying to look at you while his body betrayed him.
"Go on then, give it to me"
His hips jumped unconsciously and his chest heaved as he came inside you with a long drawn out whine.
His cries were muffled, but you understood the little noises of overstimulation as you rode him through his orgasm, and a little bit beyond, before leaving him there panting to turn your attention over to Charles.
"Hello" the older man giggled bashfully when your eyes met. "You look good in my hat"
You smiled cheekily. "Thank you. You look good in... nothing"
He chewed on his lip. "I would look better inside you"
You groaned. Max groaned. Even Lando groaned. This was the worst sexy talk in existence, despite it being thouroughly entertaining.
"That's it. No more sexy banter for you, Charles"
He pouted and you laughed, crawling over to where he'd taken Max's previous place on the bed, the Dutchman having moved over for him.
He was thick and hard, and eager to get you on top of him.
You knew as soon as you sank down, you weren't going to be able to keep any sort of pace up for long, and of course they noticed.
"Need some help, there?" Max spoke up.
You batted your eyelashes at him. "If it's not too much trouble"
He grinned and got up to your level, hands finding their regular place on your hips, and he used his strength to lift you enough for Charles to slam into from underneath.
You gasped, surprised at how good that felt, and the two men chuckled at your reaction.
They worked together, Max holding you in place while Charles snapped his hips up into the deepest parts of your cunt.
Your thighs shook, but thankfully it didn't matter at all as they took full control making sure you got all the pleasure you craved.
Charles' thrust got stronger and stranger until he almost knocked his hat off your head with how much he made your body bounce.
He was rubbing against all your sweet spots perfectly in this position, and you could feel the familiar coil inside you tightening, and your throat felt raw with how much you were moaning.
Max's fingers dug into your flesh, keeping you still and spread for Charles, and you felt yourself start to lose control, tensing up as pleasure pulsed through you until you came undone with a loud wail.
Charles moaned, and you looked down and saw why. You were gushing, making the slap of his hips sound obscene, and it didn't take him long to bury himself deep inside you as he filled you up, adding to the come of the other two men that was still clinging to your walls.
They helped you lie down, and then three of them took turns filling you up again.
Max first, fucking you into the mattress on your stomach with your face pushed into the pillows, which you almost ripped with how tight you were clutching them.
Then it was Lando, he wanted to look into your eyes as he fucked you. A pillow propped your hips up to get the perfect angle, his left hand pulling you back onto his cock by your hips, right hand curled around your neck to cut off your air.
Then Charles turned your exhausted body over again, ass up while he bullied his cock back into you.
"Look at you..." Max stroked your tear stained cheek, "letting us use you like this. Feeling good?"
The only sound you were capable off was a muffled wail, and Charles chuckled.
"Dirty girl, so full of come you can't even speak..."
You whined pathetically, and you couldn't even tell who's cock was slipping past your lips, you were so out of it, blissed out of your mind.
You let your body be used freely by the three men, and you knew they'd be taking turns on you all night.
And in the end, you trusted them to take care of you just like you took care of them.
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.
warnings: smut, drugs (return of the horny weed), threesome, oral, mxm anal, shower sex, sub charles cus that's where he's meant to be, gets a bit sappy at the end soz lmao
part 3 of The Monaco Trilogy
As it turned out, there was no debrief over coffee after that time on the yacht. You and Charles had gotten drunker than you'd ever been before, blacked out, apparently did something illegal, and woke up the next day in jail.
Fortunately Charles was Charles, so you were let out immediately.
So you went home, didn't talk to Max about what he'd walked in on, and Charles was none the wiser…
You stared at the cup of coffee you were currently holding, three years later.
You'd been hooking up with Charles for years now. And as of last night, you and Max had also committed the sin of Lust.
While high.
In a company loaned car.
Which was now covered in various bodily fluids...
Christian was screaming at Max over facetime, his PR manager was also on the call, head in her hands as she tried to make sense of all of what Christian was saying.
You were out of the shot, curled up in a corner of Max's couch, only just managing to get over your headache.
It was all so similar to three years ago, when Charles was being shouted at for getting himself arrested while you sat near him, heavily hungover and trying to piece together the night before.
There was another striking similarity that made your heart swell.
Charles never told them you were with him that time. And now, Max was insisting it was all his idea and his weed. Well he wasn't lying, it was.
Your boys always protected you. Even when their careers were potentially on the line, they never threw you under the bus. Even though Christian was spouting nonsense about getting a restraining order against you, Max was threatening to leave the team if he did.
Afterwards you had a breakfast with him, semi-awkward silence falling over you as you chewed half-heartedly.
“So can-”
“What do-”
You blinked at each other.
“You first” you insisted. Max didn't look at you.
“Do you want to tell Charles about this or do you want to keep it between us?”
You weren't expecting that question, to be honest.
“And miss the opportunity to have a threesome? Are you insane?”
Max definitely wasn't expecting that answer, but he let out a relieved chuckle.
“Thank god. I don't know if I could have kept it a secret from him…”
You laughed, and the tension in the air dissipated instantly.
“You know what, let's invite him over tonight for dinner. We can ask him if he'd be into it”
Max grinned and nodded eagerly.
Charles did not come for dinner that night, he was on holiday. In the Alps, with his trainer. Figures.
Then Max was on vacation.
Then you had to travel for work.
And then the two of them had to get ready for the season again.
The three of you had such conflicting timetables, it was impossible to find a day where you were all free, and the subject was more or less forgotten with how much pressure the season put on the boys.
Until Vegas. When Max officially won his fourth championship title and the three of you found yourselves at the same afterparty, wasted and screaming the lyrics to ‘We are the Champions’.
Charles was hanging off your shoulder, outside the club, begging for a hit of the joint you were holding that had been gifted to you by Max.
“It's the good stuff” he'd winked, and you hadn't registered what that meant at the time, until halfway through it when you felt the familiar warmth inside you.
“Oh shit” you whispered, and froze long enough for Charles to manage to snatch it out of your hand.
It made him cough. Of course it did, he wasn't a regular smoker, but that just made it hit him faster.
“My god…” he wheezed. “that's… strong”
He pulled a face and gave it back to you gingerly.
“No shit. It’s the sex weed!” you laughed and the look on the man's face made you realise you'd completely forgotten to tell him about it.
“Oh yeah! This weed makes you super horny, and me and Max had some a few months ago and we had sex in a car!”
The excitement you were saying this with was almost more bewildering to Charles than the information itself. And your rambling wasn’t making much sense to him either.
“And Christian heard me...! Oh my god that was embarrassing… And the car was in a state afterwards... Anyway, we forgot to ask- we were wondering if you wanted to have a threesome! Max is so up for it-”
You stopped babbling to take a deep breath and Charles took the opportunity to intervene.
“Wait, you had sex with Max? And you want me to join?”
You nodded enthusiastically. He took a deep breath while his brain concocted a few lewd images of you and Max together.
“And the weed makes you… horny?”
“Well, all weed makes me horny, but this one is a special horny weed!”
He huffed out a laugh and eyed the joint suspiciously.
“I don't feel anything”
You held it out for him to take.
“Finish it, I'm cold. I'm going back in to find Max”
And before he knew it the door was shut and he was alone, desperately inhaling as fast as his lungs could manage.
You planned on going straight to the bar for a drink, but was intercepted by the very man you were looking for.
“Max!” you half-screamed at him and threw your arms around his shoulders.
“I was coming to find you” he yelled back. “I want to smoke with you!”
“Oh…” your guilty expression made his eyes narrow.
“Did you already smoke it all?!”
“No! I was with Charles!”
His eyes bugged out of his head at that. “Charles? Did you tell him about the effects?”
“Yeah! I asked him if he wanted to have sex with us!”
His heart stopped. He really would’ve liked to be there for that conversation.
“And what did he say?”
You blinked, realising you didn’t actually get an answer.
“Uhhh… I don't think he said anything.”
Max rolled his eyes, and moved towards the back door to find the Monegasque, but before he could get there it suddenly opened in front of him. Charles was standing there looking cold and lost.
His face brightened when he spotted you and Max and he all but ran over, almost tripping over in his haste.
“You okay?” Max asked, concerned about the slight sway in his step.
Charles nodded, and wrapped an arm around Max's shoulders.
“I feel good”
You burst out laughing at the dopey look he was giving you.
“I'll bet”
His grin only widened and he leaned in close to you, pulling Max down with him.
“So… any reason you wanted to get me horny?”
He wiggled his brows and you couldn't help the way you cackled at him. Fake confidence wasn't a good look on him. Although his messy hair and dark eyes certainly painted an attractive picture.
“Actually…” you leaned in, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear. “It was Max's idea. We want to show you what you've been missing out on...”
His eyes widened when you retreated and pulled Max in by his shirt to make out.
Charles’ cock twitched at the sight, he'd never thought about it, but now that it was happening in front of him he realised you and Max together was like… the hottest thing he'd ever seen. That and probably the ‘horny weed’ taking over his brain.
Given that the two of them were glued to you, you could feel how hard Charles was against your hip, and you were sure the hand sneaking down to squeeze your ass was Max's.
You separated, breathless and dazed, and Charles quickly turned your head to get in on the action and Max took the opportunity to kiss down your neck at the same time.
You felt like the drugs were only getting stronger, making your head spin as the two men moved against you to the heavy beat of the club music.
When you felt a strong thigh slip between yours, you moaned and rubbed against it, and the relief sent a shockwave through you.
You gasped and unconsciously tugged on Charles' T-shirt.
“How desperate are you to fuck me?”
Charles huffed and clung to you, looking as needy as you felt.
“Very”
“So do you want to go back to the hotel with us?”
He somehow managed to nod despite his lips being glued to your collarbone, and you and Max looked at each other with matching victorious grins.
The cab ride was hell. Well not for you, you were having the time of your life watching the chaos. Max had decided to sit in the middle so that Charles wouldn't try to fuck you right there on the backseat, but that hadn't worked. For the simple reason that Charles was now running his hands all over Max and trying desperately to get in his pants instead.
It was very entertaining, watching a very high Charles struggling with a very drunk Max. It was like a slow motion wrestling match.
You all but ran out of the cab and into the lobby, thankfully you were on the first floor so you could take the stairs, and even with the headstart you barely got your key card into the door slot before you heard footsteps behind you and you were unceremoniously shoved into the room.
It was Max's turn to be entertained while he watched an increasingly desperate Charles try to peel your clothes off as quickly as possible, with the dexterity of an ox.
“I'm so fucking hard” Charles groaned against you, hands working to pull your dress up and your underwear down.
He didn't even say another word, he sank to his knees and buried his face into your already wet cunt and moaned, while his hand slipped into his pants to get some semblance of relief.
Max just sat on the bed and grinned lazily, happy to watch Charles falling apart without doing much of anything.
You carded your fingers through his damp curls, guiding him and using your hold as leverage to press him against you harder, which made him groan. Apparently being deprived of air didn't bother him in the slightest.
After a good minute you felt your legs start to get wobbly, so you dragged the Monegasque over to the bed and made him lay down so you could sit on his face and Max shuffled up to give you space.
“Pants off” you barked at him, and he quickly obeyed.
Max was hard and leaking, and you didn't hesitate for long before you took him into your mouth.
Everything was sloppy. The three of you were pretty uncoordinated but somehow it worked, and you choked around Max's cock when you came, and Charles didn't even realise it, so you had to slap his forehead to get him to stop his enthusiastic assault on your poor cunt. Which he didn’t seem very happy about. He could stay between your legs for hours if you’d let him.
“Charles. Inside me, now.” You panted.
He didn't sulk for long, he all but jumped up behind you and hurriedly rubbed himself against you a bit to collect some wetness, then slid home in one easy thrust.
The loud satisfied groan he let out made you and Max smirk, and the Dutchman let you put your mouth back on him while Charles got enough braincells together to remember how to fuck.
“Oh my god… you feel so good” he was almost slurring his words, cock messily sliding in and out of you as he fucked you hard and fast, voice cracking on every moan. Yep, he was definitely high.
You had to pull off Max to let out your own noises, but he grabbed your hair and gave you a dangerous look.
“Keep going”
Your jaw dropped and he pushed you back down on him, and when Charles gave a particularly hard thrust you felt tears prickle your eyes as you did your best to keep looking up at him.
Thankfully you didn't have to keep it up for too long though, Charles let out a strangled gasp and wrapped an arm around you to pull you back and force his cock in as deep as he could, come filling you and leaking out when he slowly started softening. You let out an airy chuckle. Charles wasn’t usually so... quick.
Then Max did something unexpected. He leaned over and pulled Charles into a kiss.
Not a particularly messy or desperate one, a slow, like you’d expect, but a calculated way of making out that fascinated you as you observed them.
You weren't sure what Charles' reaction would be, but the man seemed very much into it, and was reciprocating eagerly.
It looked so... natural.
“Fuck” he breathed when they separated for air. His eyes fluttered open and when they met Max's a shiver ran through him.
“What do you want to do, Charles?”
Max's question was vague, but intentionally open to interpretation.
Charles gulped. “What do you have in mind?”
“Have you ever been fucked before?” Max’s hand slid down to the curve of the other man’s hip and squeezed.
Charles still had a slight haze in his eyes. “No… not really”
Max wanted to know what that meant, but decided the conversation could wait for next time.
“You want to try it?”
Charles visibly shivered.
He nodded slowly and pulled Max back in for a kiss.
You'd had sex with Charles many times over the years, under him and on top of him, but he was always the dominant party. Always making you submit and fucking you so good your brain melted. You’d never considered him bottoming for anyone.
But this… seeing Charles' face go slack as Max slid his cock into him was a novelty you knew then and there you needed to see again.
His eyes rolled back as soon as Max started to thrust gently, the feeling of something stretching him so overwhelming you feared he was going to come before Max could properly fuck him.
You'd never seen him look pathetic (wet post-race commiserations aside) and you couldn't help voice your feelings out-loud.
“My god…” your fingers cupped his jaw as your thumb stroked his cheek. “You've never looked so good”
He moaned, lips catching on your thumb, and something compelled you to push it into his mouth.
He didn’t object. Quite the opposite, his eyes fluttered shut and he sucked on it eagerly. You just stared at him open-mouthed.
Max's thrusts increased in intensity and Charles couldn't help the pathetic little moans from escaping.
“Doing so good for us Charlie… never knew you could be such a good boy”
You were only teasing, but Charles gasped around your thumb and tensed up, a sudden wave of arousal making his stomach clench.
You picked up on that fact and looked up at Max, who's surprised expression matched yours.
Charles Leclerc had a praise kink. Who’d have thought?
“Look at me” you ordered, and the Monegasque's gaze was utterly fucked out when it landed on you.
He was panting like a dog, eyes threatening to roll back with every thrust of Max's cock inside him.
You leaned down to his level, thumb pressing down on his tongue to open his mouth wider.
“You gonna be a good boy and come for us?
He whined, already so on edge it hurt, and nodded desperately.
“Go on then, come”
He did.
The hardest he's ever come in his life.
His whole body locked up, and it was so intense he didn't even make a single noise. His eyes were screwed shut as the waves rolled through him, and Max did his best to keep grinding into him with how tight he suddenly was.
It took Charles a few seconds before his body managed to recover, and he choked on air as he attempted his first breath.
He finally collapsed onto the bed, and Max was finally able to pull out gently.
“How was that?” you chuckled and patted his head.
His breathing wasn't quite even enough for him to answer, but he didn't need to. The answer was in the sticky feeling between him and the bedsheets you were going to have to change.
Charles couldn't be bothered speaking. Or moving. He was floating on the high of two orgasms and residual effects of the weed, happy to watch you and Max make out next to him.
It was lazy, and incredibly comfortable with the three of you considering you'd never done this before. You and Max didn't rush, mapping each other’s bodies for only the second time. This thing between the two of you was fairly new, if you compared it to the well established benefits relationship you had with Charles.
“Shower?” Max smiled, and you nodded, following his lead and dragging Charles along with you.
Of course you and Max started making out under the water immediately. Neither of you had come yet, so you were both riled up.
“You two look so good together” Charles marveled.
You scoffed. “Speak for yourself. You and Max was the hottest thing I've ever seen”
“If I may” Max interjected. “After the time I walked in on you and Charles I was hard for like a week”
You laughed. Charles did not.
“What?”
You slapped your forehead as you remembered that Charles still didn't know about the events of three years ago. Max was just focused on getting you into position to fuck you.
“On the Yacht in Monaco. The night we got arrested. Max walked in and saw us… fucking”
Charles squinted like it was taking a huge amount of effort to remember that night. It probably was, he was pretty shitfaced that night, it's a miracle either of you remembered anything honestly.
“And I learned a lot from that experience” Max teased. “Such as…”
He wrapped a hand around your throat to hold you in place and smiled when he felt your breath hitch. Your leg was around his waist, and his cock was slowly pushing at your entrance.
He was slightly thicker than Charles so the stretch made you moan, and he just tightened his grip while he forced the rest of his cock inside you.
Charles was mesmerised by the wet slap of your bodies, and he almost lamented the fact that he was too spent to be able to go another round.
He suddenly felt slight panic at the thought of not getting the chance to do this again.
All you could focus on was how good Max felt inside you, and how good it felt to have the other man you adored there with you.
“Is this… a one time thing?” Charles sounded so vulnerable you stopped to look at him.
“Not unless you want it to be” Max looked uncertain. “It doesn't have to change anything between us.”
Charles hesitated. “What if I want it to change?”
The two of you stared at Charles, and you felt Max's heart beating faster under your palm.
He shifted nervously. You weren't sure what to say. You'd never considered that your relationship could go any further than what it was. And he wanted it... with Max?
“You mean like… the three of us? Together?”
Charles shrugged and looked at the floor.
Max sighed and rested his forehead against your shoulder. “I'm not saying no, but I'm so hard right now I feel like I'm going to explode, mate. So can we maybe have this conversation once I've finished fucking her?”
Charles nodded quickly. “Of course! Yeah. Do you want me to wait outside or..?”
You smiled at him while Max rolled his hips slowly. “Stay, enjoy the show. It's all yours.”
Max gulped. Something inside him stirred at that.
The idea of being owned, metaphorically of course. Having you and Charles to himself while being utterly yours… god, he could feel himself leaking inside you.
You felt the slight shift in the room and pulled Max deeper inside you as encouragement.
He picked up the pace and rutted into you desperately as he let the pent up energy out, groaning into your skin and getting louder the closer he got to his orgasm.
The angle was perfect, your spongey walls were getting bullied in the best way, and you moaned when he bit into your flesh. Not enough to hurt too much, but the meaning was clear: you were claimed.
“Fuck” you cried, your own orgasm was so close you could just about feel your legs start to shake and your vision blur.
The two of you coming together was the most beautiful thing Charles had ever witnessed, and he knew that this moment is the only thing he'd ever be able to come to from now on.
You were right. He was yours, you were his, and subconsciously Max had always been so intimately entwined in both of your lives you didn't know where yours ended and theirs began.
“You're the only people I want to spend the rest of my life with, if I'm being honest”
You said completely naturally, as if it wasn't a slightly insane thought to have about your two best friends.
The three of you were dressed. Well, in t-shirts and underwear at least, to have this conversation while not entirely naked.
“I mean… same. I don't really need anyone else when I've got you two” Max was sort of nervous. He wasn’t very good at talking about feelings.
“I'd never really thought about it before, but I realised earlier that I'm only ever really happy when I'm with you”
You and Max nodded at Charles' words, the sentiment was mutual.
“That and when I’m inevitably going to win a championship” he grinned at Max cheekily. “If you'll leave some for the rest of us”
Max shoved his shoulder, but smirked. “Just for that, I'm making sure I win the next twenty championships, just to piss you off”
Charles gasped like he was wounded, but leaned into the Dutchman's personal space, very close.
“You wouldn't” his tone was teasing and Max grabbed him by the jaw to pull him even closer.
“I fucking would. Your only goal in life should be wanting to be a good boy for us like you were earlier…”
Charles’s breath hitched and Max took the opportunity to kiss him. Slowly, methodically, with the specific intention of taking Charles apart at the seams and putting him back together in one foul swoop.
And if the look on Charles’ face afterwards was any indication, he was successful.
“We've got plenty of time to figure out what this is, but it has been a long time coming don't you think?”
Charles’ brain was too fried to respond, but he smiled and joined their lips once more.
You just curled up and watched them make out lazily. The three of you were pretty exhausted, so they weren't at it for too long. It was just nice to be there all together, sharing each other’s company after celebrating Max's championship win.
Hopefully there’d be many more nights like this. The three of you together, in your own world, no matter how many championships came and went.
You’d always been there for each other, and you always would.
Warnings: smut, pegging, masturbation, sort of double cuck chair lmao, come, finally AD 2020 is revealed!
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The stage was set.
All you needed now was for Max to let out the nerves you could tell he was trying and failing to hide.
Lando and Oscar were on their way to Max's Monaco apartment, the week after the last race of the season.
Tensions had died down, you'd recovered from... that day, and you had yet to have a special moment with your top 3.
The Mclaren drivers had no idea what to expect. All you'd told them was that they were going to get a surprise, which you didn't doubt for a single second.
"Come in"
Max let the two boys in, slightly stiff smile on his face, and you greeted them with a drink each.
"How's it going champ?" You teased Lando, and embraced Oscar in a hug before leading them over to the couch. Then you sat opposite them on the floor, on the other side of the coffee table.
"Got anything planned during the break?"
Lando was going on a ski trip. How original.
Oscar was spending some time in Australia with his family.
The three of you were making easy conversation, but the small talk was only infuriating Max. He wanted this to be over as quickly as possible.
You noticed his agitation of course.
"What's up Max, have you changed your mind?"
He looked grumpily at the two on the couch and grumbled "no".
"Good. Then could you please get my bag from the bedroom?"
He shuffled off slowly, Oscar and Lando looked incredibly confused.
"I've brought you here for a show." You explained, "the two of you will watch me fuck Max, it's his punishment for losing the championship"
The delight in your voice didn't seem to make them understand. Lando didn't look particularly delighted.
"How is fucking you a punishment? I won the actual championship, shouldn't I get to-"
You halted him with a raised finger.
"No Lando, I am fucking him."
He opened his mouth to argue but at that moment Max appeared, with your bag.
"Good man. Now strip"
As each layer of Max's clothing came off, his face got redder, and it quickly spread down his chest with the embarrassment of what was about to happen.
You pulled the strapon out of your bag, along with some lube, and pulled off the dress you were wearing, to reveal a set of dark blue lingerie. Max's favourite.
You watched the realisation dawn on Oscar and Lando, and the way they gawped at Max made you chuckle.
Then off came Max's underwear, and Lando snorted.
"You're hard already?"
"I'd like to see you get your prostate tortured for half an hour and not get hard, mate" Max snapped, and the other two squirmed in their seats under his heated gaze.
As agreed, he kneeled on the plush carpet in front of you, and leaned over the coffee table, facing his gridmates, while you adjusted the harness around your body.
You then squirted a healthy amount of lube onto the toy, and pushed just the head inside Max.
He cleared his throat in an attempt to conceal the noises threatening to spill from his mouth, and he almost succeeded until you gave a heavy thrust, and he moaned and gripped the edge of the table.
His head was down, and from the little you could see of his face, it was beet-red.
A couple more thrusts and he moaned in a higher pitch than before when you angled it just right.
He was losing his composure, palms getting sweaty against the surface of the table, acutely aware of the carpet making his knees itchy already.
"Look at them, Max"
He didn't make any effort to move, you didn't know whether he was too tense or if he just couldn't hear you, so you seized a handful of his hair and yanked him back.
"Fuck" he muttered, both in pain and pleasure, and at your next deep grind inside him both of the Mclaren drivers had to palm themselves through their pants to relieve the sudden wave of arousal.
Max obviously looked a treat.
You fucked in impossibly deeper, just to hear him moan again. He was white knuckling the edge of the table and as you built up a steady rhythm his moans got more desperate, and he had to put his elbows on the table to avoid collapsing.
You could feel his resolve slipping, it wouldn't be too long before he started begging.
"Look at Lando, Max."
He grunted absent-mindedly. Jaw slack and mind going blank as he obeyed.
"Two points. Two fucking points..."
Lando felt a shiver run up his spine when Max's blue eyes met his. He feared he'd never get the sight of Max getting fucked out of his head...
He gulped at the thought of being in the same position next year.
Oscar was thinking along the same lines, maybe next year he'd be watching Lando get fucked, hopefully after being crowned world champion himself...
They were being discreet at first, staying relatively still as to not do anything that would make you notice them and potentially tell them off, but when you told them they could do whatever they wanted, they both let out a sigh of relief and pushed their trousers down their thighs to finally touch themselves properly.
Then you had a thought...
You looked at Lando, whose gaze was intently focused on Max's totally gone expression, and smirked as a plan formed in your head.
"Lando, why don't you show Max some attention, hmm?"
He frowned, pace faltering on his cock as he stared at you in confusion.
"Wh- you mean...?"
You motioned to Max and the man under you tried to protest, but the words died on his tongue when you pulled his head back again and gave a harsh thrust into his prostate.
"His mouth... fill it."
Lando didn't wait for anything else, he slid off the couch and positioned himself in front of the dutchman, and pursed his lips in hesitation.
You could picture the way Max was probably looking at him. With disdain and perhaps even mischief.
You let go of his hair and squeezed his hips in warning. "Maaax, if you bite him, you are never touching me again"
Lando seemed satisfied with whatever Max's face was doing, and you saw how he defiantly opened his mouth.
As Lando's cock breached his lips, you pushed him forward a bit and the two men moaned in unison.
Max's attitude didn't last too long, it had been a very long time since he'd been in this position, used, and he found himself happily melting into it.
He concentrated on you, splitting him open from the back, your fingers digging into his hips and Lando's cock stopping him from breathing properly.
That's what he liked, the lack of control, the struggle. Letting himself truly go, to show off how good he is.
"Lando" you smirked at the brit. "You remember Zandvoort?"
He frowned.
"Uhhh... when we fucked Kimi?"
You huffed. "No. The year before"
His face lit up in recognition.
"Oh shit, yeah."
He looked down at the man on his cock, who didn't look particularly fazed, and smiled evilly.
"I got Charles in China... now I get you"
You could feel Max getting close, so you sped up, angling your hips purposefully and worked in tandem with Lando.
Max heaved in a breath when Lando pulled out, and moaned as his orgasm exploded, toes curling into the carpet, and Lando grabbed a hold of his hair with one hand to keep him steady, while he jerked off furiously with the other.
He came only a few seconds later, shooting hot ropes of payback all over Max's face some of it landing all the way up in his hair.
Oscar let out a soft gasp and you looked just in time to see his cock twitch and he spilled all over himself as he watched Lando's come drip down Max's slack face.
Cleanup was quick, and Lando and Oscar didn't want to overstay their welcome, but Max insisted they stay and make themselves comfortable while he was in the shower.
You poured them another drink and the three of you laughed together as you reminisced about the season.
"Honestly, recruiting Kimi was probably the best idea you've ever had!" Oscar giggled, and you nodded.
"It certainly was. I'm not getting younger and you people are exhausting."
Lando snorted.
"Come on, you love us."
You smiled fondly.
"I do. Even though you're all crazy, I do enjoy what I do..."
You had another drink together, and at some point Max joined you.
"So how long have you been doing this?" Oscar asked, slightly red in the face. You laughed at the fact that an f1 driver was so bad at drinking.
"I've been... around, since 2017. I started the arrangement in 2019, but it wasn't the whole grid at first, though. I think I only met Lando in... 21?"
"Monza" Lando replied.
"That's the one. Your first second place if I remember rightly. It used to be just a few people, mainly Max, Lewis, Fernando, Charles, Danny..."
You hesitated, and Max picked up on it.
"Hasn't always been just drivers though" he murmured teasingly, and the look you gave him was deadly.
"Yeah you've fucked Jenson, right?" Lando said, and you thought that would save you but Max of course had to open his mouth again.
"Among other people..."
You groaned and took another swig of your glass.
Oscar and Lando glanced at each other in confusion, then Lando's face lit up.
"Oh! In Abu Dhabi! There was a thing! What was it?"
You gave Max another death glare.
"Max here caught me having a drunk fuck with someone I regret, and that's all you're ever going to know"
Oscar laughed. "No you can't leave us hanging like that! Who was it?"
"A retired driver?"
"A mechanic?"
"A team boss?"
"Not Ted Kravitz, I beg"
You choked on your drink and Max had to pat you on the back to soothe the burn.
"No!" You spluttered, "Not Ted Kravitz!"
"I hate you for bringing this up" you muttered to Max and the grin on his face didn't even budge.
"So was it a team boss?"
"No..." Max had a twinkle in his eye. "Worse"
"What could be worse than a team boss?"
You whined and covered your face in embarrassment, and Max took the liberty of answering.
"A team boss's wife"
"WHAT?!" Lando screeched, and you couldn't even look up from your hands.
"Who was it?!"
You groaned again and Lando jumped up in barely contained shock and excitement.
"Was it Geri? Is that why Christian hates you?!"
Max cackled. "No, he hates her for other reasons. It was Suzie Wolff"
"WHAT!!!"
Even Oscar was visibly buzzing. You felt like you were in a sauna, hot all over and no chance of escape.
"Well in my defense, Toto is fine with it"
That didn't really make them pipe down at all, they just cackled and asked more embarrassing questions like "Have you had a threesome with them?"
When the answer was revealed as a resounding yes, they screeched again and you just slumped over the table and waited for the chaos to die down on it's own.
Eventually it did, and you finally managed to look them in the eyes.
"Wow... I guess I really missed some drama, huh" Oscar sighed, finishing his glass and putting it on the table.
Max got up for a refill, and took Oscar's glass with him.
"You sure did. Wait till you hear why Charles didn't speak to her for a year after Monaco 2021!"
Lando snorted and looked at you. "What, did you fuck his brother or something?"
He and Oscar laughed, but your lack of an answer made them freeze.
You could hear Max cackling evilly in the kitchen while Lando's eyes bugged out of his head.
Warnings: smut, double penetration, anal, rough blowjobs, slapping (thank you 🎲 anon), Oscar gets BULLIED and USED,
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If feels so good to be full...
That's what you were thinking on Sunday night in Max's hotel room.
Because you were. Full to the brim.
Max was underneath you, his cock hitting deep inside you at his own pace while he sucked on your tits absent-mindedly.
Carlos was on top of you, hands spreading you open so he could watch the way his cock sank into your tight ass, rim stretched around his girth.
Oscar had your hair in his fist and your mouth around him as he did his best to ruin you.
The three of them were in very different headspaces, and were handling you differently.
Carlos was celebrating, happy for his hard work to have payed off, relieved to finally be inside you. He also specifically requested to have your ass so that he could gloat to Charles later (you'd probably be getting a string of whiny messages but oh well...)
Max was slightly more frantic with it, he needed to fuck the adrenaline out. His championship was so close, yet so far, and despite his chill demeanor in front of the cameras, he wanted it. He really fucking wanted it. He was desperate for it.
And Oscar... Oscar was just pissed. Not enough to hurt you or choke you out, but enough to be on that side of rough with you, and he was feeling a sick sort of satisfaction at the drool and tears running down your face. Right now you were the only thing in his life he could control.
All of that painted a pretty fucking depraved tableau of desperation, and you were very happy to be a part of it.
Two orgasms in and they were still fucking you rough, as if it was you who needed this and not them.
At this point you werent really in control of your own body, pretty much being held in place by their strong grips all over your body.
You're not sure who came first, but whoever it was created a chain reaction and they were all groaning in tendem as they filled you up, and you almost didn't manage to swallow all of Oscar, he just shoved himself as deep as he could in your mouth and pinched your nose so that you couldn't accidentally breathe any in... mean, you thought.
You were numb afterwards, lying on your back while ignoring the extremely sticky situation between your legs.
You gazed at the men all sweaty and panting sitting around you.
"That was fun" Max smiled, and the other two acquiesced.
Oscar was still pissed though, you could see it on his face. The slight scowl that he was trying and failling to hide behind a bored expression.
"Oscar stop fucking sulking"
He grunted, picking at his nails.
"You got second place, higher than Lando, you're still in the championship, pull yourself together"
"Yeah well, knowing my fucking strategy team I'll probably be finishing outside the points next week"
You groaned dismissively and motioned to Carlos.
"Please fuck the attitude out of him, the self deprecation is getting on my nerves"
Oscar wanted to protest. He really did. But the words instantly died in his throat as soon as Carlos shifted towards him.
Just the presence of the Spaniard was intimadating, and his body betrayed him and moved on its own, with only a little bit of manhandling necessary from Carlos.
On his hands and knees next to you, and because he no longer had Carlos in his line of sight, his voice came back.
"I don't get why I'm the one being fucked when it was my race that got ru-"
A loud smack sounded and you had to bite your lip to stop from laughing at the look on Oscar's face.
He was frozen in shock, eyes wide and mouth snapped shut, not expecting just how much the burning handprint on his ass felt good.
"Because I said so" you smirked, and nodded at Carlos, who struck again.
The slap echoed in the room, and Oscar's body jolted, but he refused to make a sound.
Max handed Carlos the lube, and the sound of the plastic cap clicking was deafening in the tense silence of the room.
The first prod inside him made Oscar let out a shaky gasp and his fingers clutched the sheets tighter.
You and Max watched the way his back slowly untensed and started arching the deeper Carlos thrusted his fingers.
You also saw his dick harden and leak more with every finger that was added.
Carlos had a slightly sadistic grin on his face, and when he lined up his cock to slide into Oscar, you piped up.
"Careful Carlos, we don't want to hurt the princess, do we?"
Carlos chuckled and Oscar scoffed in outrage, but before he could snap at you his head was suddenly yanked back by his hair and he let out a pained groan. "Fucking hell..."
"You're only making it worse for yourself" you sighed.
Carlos pushed in without further ado and the strained moan that came out of the younger man was enough to make you all hot.
The pace Carlos set was hard and fast, and within a minute Oscar's arms were buckling and he was being pressed into the mattress and... well railed.
Carlos was still apparently riding the high of the podium because he found quite a bit of extra energy to put into Oscar, as it were.
You felt Max's body shift and he sidled up behind you and made you kneel with your legs spread.
His leaking tip slipped inside you without any resistance, and he slid home quickly. Watching other people fuck made him needy.
He wrapped his arms around you to hold you close while he gently rocked his hips, the two of you were enjoying the show too much to really focus on each other.
The harder Carlos went, the louder Oscar's whimpers became and his eyes being shut tight told you Oscar was feeling every inch of Carlos, and was loving it.
It was rough, it was primal, and you almost wished Lando were here to see Oscar get what he deserved.
Although knowing Lando he probably wouldn't mind being in his place...
"Oh- fuck!" Oscar cried, followed by a loud gasp and a whine.
"M'gonna come!" he panted, eyes now open but totally unfocused.
"Don't you dare" you chastised. "Carlos gets to come, you don't"
Carlos grunted and sped up. "I'm close"
"Good" you smirked, and watched Carlos pull out at the last second, spilling over Oscar's ass and thighs while the McLaren driver whined in desperation.
"No! No please I need to come!"
You decided to ignore him completely and instead turned to Max with instructions for what came next...
Carlos had places to be, and by the time the door shut behind him Oscar had just about calmed down.
But he couldn't help himself...
"Why am I the one being punished... I'm the one who got fucked over" he grumbled.
"Because you're intent on complaining about a good result, so we might as well fuck the attitude out of you"
"If Lando were here you'd be making him feel better"
You groaned. "If Lando were here he wouldn't be mouthing off about how shit second place is..."
You dragged him around the bed, placing him on his back with his head hanging off the edge.
Max fed him his cock, which he moaned loudly around when he realised it tasted like you.
You straddled him and sank down quickly, ignoring the twitch in his thighs and going at your own pace, the only goal in mind being your own pleasure for once.
He did come at one point, you could tell because he choked around Max and his body arched while his hands flew to squeeze your waist, but you continued without giving him any respite.
He tried to stop you with his hands but you took them off you and gave them to Max to hold, and carried on riding his cock like nothing happened.
The cries and wails he was producing with Max's cock in his mouth were pitiful, and the older man groaned at the added vibrations.
Oscar was overstimulated, cock having no time to go soft before he was fully erect again and you could feel him growing once more inside you.
When Max came, he mercifully (or not) pulled out and spurted thick roped of come over Oscar's upside-down face and neck.
You'd seen Oscar in various degrees of dishevelled, but this was beyond that. He was sweaty, covered in come, and his face was blotchy and red with tears and snot, the works.
Max decided to let the two of you finish alone and headed to the bathroom.
Oscar was crying, pained little sobs echoing in the room every time his cock hit deep inside you and he was physically incapable of doing anything but claw at the sheets, so you took pity and got yourself off quicker with a hand rubbing messy circles into your clit.
The feeling of your hot cunt clamping down around him made him sob and squirm, his bottom lip almost bleeding with how hard his teeth dug into it.
You leaned over, hand planted on his chest so you could look at him from above.
"You're going to come again, okay? And whether I stop or not depends on how good you're gonna be"
Even through the haze of pleasure he could tell you were mildly pissed off, and he felt a shot of adrenaline course through him at the threat.
He'd never seen you like this, hellbent on torturing him, and he suddenly understood why Lando never crossed you.
This was terrifying.
He was harder than a rock.
"I'm going to count you down, you'd better come when I tell you"
He nodded.
The answering smack of your palm against his cheek sobered him up instantly.
"Words" you snarled.
"Yes!"
"Good. Ten"
You picked up the pace of your hips, and wrapped a hand around Oscar's neck.
"Nine"
On every number the pressure increased, little by little making him lightheaded, jaw hanging open in bliss as his eyes rolled back.
He looked gone.
By the time you got to "two" he could feel his body trembling and his balls tightening in anticipation.
"One"
His abs were twitching, pleasure cresting in the pit of his belly.
"Come"
You released his throat and he gasped in a lungfull of air as his orgasm ripped through him and his hands pulled you down on him, burying himself as deep as he could inside you to pump you full of him before he finally slumped, fully spent against the bed.
He stared at the ceiling for a while, head empty for the first time that day, and he was seconds away from drifting off when your face reappeared in front of him.
"You going to stop complaining, now?"
He chuckled, voice completely hoarse. "Yeah"
You smiled. "Good. Then join us in the shower when you're ready. No offence but you really need it"
Oscar suddenly remembered that he was in fact covered in come and groaned in embarrassment.
The things he did for you.
You joined Max in the shower with your phone, and convinced him to take a quick video of you sucking him off, which he enjoyed, after all, he was getting an extra blowjob, and you did look good all naked and wet on your knees with a cock in your mouth.
Oscar came in just as you were typing out a message, with the video attachment.
"So sorry for your race, here's a little something to make you feel better <3"
"It's for Isack" you clarified, and Max hummed.
"Bummer how his race ended" Oscar chimed in and you giggled at his still very chaotic appearance. Hair sticking out and bodily fluids smeared all over him, he looked like he'd been through actual hell.
You decided to snap a picture of him and sent it to Lando with the caption "Got him to sob. Feel free to laugh at him he deserved it"
Oscar just rolled his eyes and joined you in the comically large shower.
The three of you were exhausted so you showered quickly and got to bed, eager to forget about today and concentrate on the upcoming race.
Warnings: smut, semi public sex, blowjobs, threesome, alcohol, weed, blame Crofty for the title, blame Max for the 69, blame the stewards for george and kimi
One of the Boys Masterlist
"Max..."
Your breaths came in short, Max's lips were on your skin, nibbling just under your exposed collarbone.
"Max..." you gasped. You needed to stop but you didn't have the strength to push him away.
He was already slightly tipsy, a couple of gin tonics deep and you'd been drinking complimentary champagne all day in an attempt to stay warm.
You didn't need any more alcohol now though, Max was doing a splendid job of lighting you on fire, right there in his driver's room.
Most of the team was packed up and ready to either go home or go out, but Max had insisted on dragging you into his room before taking you to the club.
"Max..."
His mouth was halfway down your stomach with no intention of stopping.
"It's either here or in the middle of the club" he growled, and you sighed and slumped against the wall.
Here it is, then.
His cock was already leaking. Apparently, winning this race got him hot and bothered to the point where as soon as he saw you in the crowd he couldn't wait to have you.
"Quickly..." you tugged on his hair to pull him up. "We need to make it quick"
Max scoffed, hooking your leg around his waist and sank into you eagerly.
Foreheads pressed together, you groaned in unison as he sank deep inside you.
With not much time to savour it, he rapidly got into a rhythm and rolled his hips while pressing you into the wall, and you made out to try and quiet your loud moans, despite there being not many people around.
You were wet, and the slide was exquisite, and Max was panting into your mouth when his hips sped up, and soon he was rutting into you like a dog in heat, his only goal getting you off before him.
Then he suddenly stopped. He had an idea.
"It's my sixty-ninth win." he wiggled his eyebrows cheekily. "You think we could..."
You rolled your eyes, leave it to Max to be thinking about that. At the end of the day though, it was up to him how he wanted to celebrate his win, even if he wanted to be a child about it.
Of course it became a competition, who could get the other one off first and of course you caught on and pulled out all the stops to get him down your throat as deep as possible while gently playing with his balls.
He failed his own challenge, unsurprisingly. He was too riled up and too desperate to hold it off, so he tensed up and you had to swallow him down before he could continue pleasuring you. It was a matter of honour that he got you off before the two of you left the track.
His lips worked magic, your cunt aching for his perfect mouth as he easily brought you to the edge and pushed you right over it with gusto. You were on top, and when you dropped your weight onto him he huffed dramatically.
Het let you climb off him and watched you get dressed with a stupidly fond smile on his face.
Reajusting yourselves was paramount. You needed to look perfectly inconspicuous to any lingering engineers, but to your surprise he just got up and waddled away to the bathroom.
"You go ahead. I'll meet you there" he called through the door, and you groaned at the fact that you could have saved time by doing that in the shower and then going together, but you did order a cab and made your way outside.
—
The club was loud, and dark, and it took you less than a minute to find someone you knew.
Lando was hanging out near the bar, obviously already drunk and spotted you weaving through the crowd.
"Hey! Wanna join me in the DJ booth? The dude said I could mix if I bought him a drink"
You looked up at "the dude" in question, who was busy with the music and you laughed.
"Lead the way"
It was immediately obvious why Lando wanted you in the booth with him.
It was like a seperate room, pretty much pitch black, and the people in the crowd could only see the person behind the deck through a sort of window.
He curled an arm around your hips, pulling your back to his front and you could feel his smirk against your neck.
His breath smelled like weed, and there was a certain... freedom with which he moved that indicated he wanted to get down and dirty within the next few minutes.
"Wanna get under the table while I mix?"
You choked on your spit. "You're not serious?"
He chuckled, pressing harder against your ass and you felt his hard cock through his jeans.
"Dead serious"
There weren't many things you'd never done.
You'd had sex in all sorts of odd places. But one thing you'd definitely never done was crawl under a table to suck a cock attached to a man currently in the middle of a set.
There's a first time for everything...
The actual DJ had left to find some more coke, or whatever it was he was taking, and had left Lando unsupervised.
Which meant you were free to get Lando in your mouth, as he pressed on buttons and waved to the crowd with a dopey grin you couldn't see.
The music got your heart pumping, and you found it weirdly easy to do this, despite being in public. You were invisible, and Lando was hidden from the waist down so it wasn't like anyone would see you. Except if the DJ came back, but given how many drugs he was on you weren't particularly worried about him.
You did your best, making it real sloppy, and it was almost fun not seeing Lando's reactions. It meant that you were free to do literally anything, pull out all the stops and Lando wouldn't be able to stop you without arousing suspicion.
You took your time playing with his cock, sometimes following the rhythm of the music, which he apparently enjoyed if the extra taste of precome was anything to go by.
You played with his balls, gently rolling them in your palm while you took him down as far as you could, and when you felt his whole body start to tremble you knew he was close.
His hips moved unconsciously, gently thrusting into your mouth as you drooled all over him, and he managed to hold off until the drop, so he was free to moan loudly without the risk of being heard by even the people closest to the deck.
You wiped your mouth on the tablecloth draped over the table, which partly obscured you, and you thought the two of you had gotten away with it, until you crawled out, at the exact same moment the door to the booth opened, and Max of all people stepped inside.
"Land-" his eyes widened when he spotted you. "You did not. "
You grinned at Lando, who was gleaming with sweat in the low lighting, and quickly zipped his pants back up.
"S'up Maxy?" He rolled his eyes at the nickname and then followed the movement of your hands pulling your dress back into place.
"You're insane"
You laughed. "I know"
Then he seemed to remember something and turned to Lando.
"Mate have you seen the news?"
Lando frowned. "No?"
Max bit his lip and glanced at you quickly.
"You and Oscar have been disqualified..."
The Brit groaned and rubbed his eyes in frustration.
"Fuck's sake... was it the fuel or the floors?"
"The skid blocks... on both cars"
Lando swore, and turned around to focus back on the music.
You thought it best to not say anything. You didn't even have to, because at that moment Daniel fucking Ricciardo appeared at the doorway.
You gasped excitedly and ran towards him to jump in his arms with a loud squeal.
"Daniel, you'll never guess what I just walked in on" Max smirked and Daniel looked intrigued.
"What?"
"Lando was getting a blowjob under the table!"
Daniel burst out laughing and patted Lando on the back.
"Classic"
You huffed. "Why is it always you two catching me in compromising positions?"
Daniel's brain took a second to catch up with the reference.
"Oh you mean Abu Dhabi? When I caught you wit-"
You slapped a hand over his mouth and he decided to lick it just to tease you.
Lando's eyes were wide. "What happened in Abu Dhabi?"
"Nothing. It was five years ago" you replied, and promptly changed the subject. "Anyway you're disqualified, you don't get to ask questions!"
He pouted, and you suddenly whipped around to Max.
"Wait... so George is second? And... Kimi is third?"
"Oh shit... yeah"
You gasped. "I have to go congratulate them!"
Daniel caught you before you could get to the door.
"When you're done, meet us back at the hotel later? I have some... catching up to do with Max"
He gave Max a wicked grin that made the younger man blush.
"I'll do my best." You promised with a barely suppressed smirk, and promptly set off to get another drink, and to find the newly promoted Mercedes drivers.
—
You ended up getting several drinks. With multiple people.
You came across Carlos, who was definitely high, and Isack who was celebrating his good result. Even Yuki and Pierre were there, drinking and in surprisingly good spirits considering their results.
You managed to get yourself very drunk before finally coming across George and Kimi.
George was in the same state as you, but Kimi...
"Kimi are you drunk?"
Kimi just gave you a wide grin, and George shook his head as he slotted in beside you while the younger man glued himself to your front.
"Kimi decided to take something illegal. "That way there's no age limit" "
He used air quotes and you snorted. That was certainly one way to go about it. Vegas was certainly a place where no one asks too many questions.
You danced with each other, moves getting increasingly dirty until something between you snapped.
It all went so fast.
Someone's hand was curled around your arm, tugging you through the crowd and into the bathrooms.
The two of them stuffed you into a stall with them, and immediately hand were pulling at clothes and belts and zippers.
George was pressed against your back, cock in hand as he pulled up your dress.
Kimi pulled your panties down your legs, and got on his knees to get a taste of you.
He groaned as soon as his mouth met your cunt, slurping too loudly in the stifling but quiet air of the room.
George pushed you to bend forwards, your hands on the wall for support, and you felt his tip breach you while Kimi focused on your clit.
George slid so deep inside you that you felt like he was in your throat, languidly thrusting in and out and watching more and more of your wetness coat him every time.
It wasn't long before your legs were trembling and they had to support you. You could feel yourself unconsciously clenching around George and getting wetter and wetter until the only sounds in the room were the obscene squelch of your cunt being stuffed, and your soft gasps on every thrust.
Your insides were mush, and when you came you dragged George over the edge with you, clenching around him so tight he made a noise like a wounded animal.
Kimi was quick to pick up where George slipped out of you, somehow managing to pick you up and press you against the wall.
He watched your face as he inserted himself, everything messy and slippery with George's come leaking out of you, and the squelch just got louder.
And so did Kimi.
His moans were closer to whines, face buried in your neck while he put all his brainpower into fucking you as fast as possible, chasing an intense weed-induced high.
You chuckled as the thought passed through your mind. You'd never seen Kimi high before, and to know that it got him this horny was an entertaining prospect.
His moans increased both in volume and in pitch, he was quickly approaching his orgasm, and your hot cunt tightening around him sent his mind into overdrive.
"Fuck... fuck-" he groaned, and his cock slammed into you one last time before he slumped against you, breathing hard like he'd just run a marathon.
George helped him set you down, and got some paper towels for you to mop up a bit of the mess between your legs, and you snuck out of the bathroom one after the other.
"By the way, congratulations on your double podium boys!" You grinned, having one last shot with the boys before moving on.
They cheered, drank, insisted on dancing some more with you, then let you go.
—
Once outside in the cool air of the night, you checked your phone, and to your surprise you had a video message from Daniel.
It was quite something. Max from the waist up, getting jolted up the bed on every thrust.
His eyes were rolled back, and his jaw was hanging open as he gripped the covers tightly. Danny had his tanned fingers wrapped around Max's neck, and peeking out from under them were a few light purple marks... you couldn't take your eyes off it.
You checked the time.
The video was only sent a few minutes ago... and you happened to know which hotel they were staying in.
Your night was going to get a whole lot more entertaining...
Warnings: smut, overstimulation, oral, dom/sub dynamics all over the place, in this one we get some more interesting Max lore, don't ask about the title, it took me two days to come up with it and I still hate it
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"I am not getting fucked by Lando"
You burst out laughing at the look on Max's face.
"I wasn't going to ask you to" you sat down on the couch of his driver's room, pinching the bridge of your nose in exasperation. "I was just going to ask you to join us tonight."
Max's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What are you planning, then?"
Your evil smile never failed to make him nervous.
"That's a surprise, but I promise you won't even have to touch Lando if you don't want to"
He reluctantly agreed.
Lando on the other hand, was so eager to celebrate that he agreed without you having to even ask him anything at all.
Charles was surprised to be invited, but pleased none the less, and promised he'd be there on time.
Kimi, sweet baby boy Kimi, was grinning before you even walked through his door.
"Whatever it is, I want to"
You laughed. "You don't know what I was going to say. For all you know I'm going to tie you up and torture you..."
He blinked. "Are you?"
You shook your head with a chuckle.
"Then it's a yes!"
You smirked at the insatiable teenager in front of you. He was definitely in for a treat, even if he didn't know it yet.
Max was late.
Very late.
But you were having too much fun to care that he was missing out.
You and Kimi were facing each other, trying to make out but failing somewhat, as you got fucked by your respective partners.
Lando was behind you, driving into you in a trance with one arm wrapped around your middle and the other around your neck.
Kimi was getting his insides rearranged by Charles, who was being particularly mean tonight.
You got brief flashbacks from Zandvoort, when they'd been in a similar position after Charles' DNF.
Charles was apparently thinking along the same lines, because he chuckled and leaned in close to the rookie's ear.
"Do you crash into me on purpose? So that I'll fuck you?"
Kimi gasped at a particularly hard thrust.
"No! It was Osca-"
"I don't want excuses" the older man growled. "I want apologies"
Kimi's canines peeked out in a brief smirk. "Yes, I'm sorry. I won't do it again!"
Charles rolled his eyes, entirely unconvinced by the tone of the younger man.
You were being held in place by Lando, and when his hand slipped down over your cunt you started moaning louder, attracting the attention of the other two.
As if Lando couldn't bear not being the center of attention for more than thirty seconds.
Your face was inches away from Kimi, and you begged him with your eyes to kiss you.
Once again, your lips tangled messily, gasped curses flying as you approached the precipice with Lando's talented fingers driving you almost insane with how good he was.
You came with a loud cry, legs shaking as your eyes closed in bliss. But they didn't give you much time to come down before your head was being shoved down, and Kimi's cock was bouncing obscenely in front of your face.
"Why don't you help him along?" Lando said, hips stilled but still very much inside.
"And don't stop until I say" came Charles' gruff voice, and you obeyed quickly, swallowing down Kimi's girth eagerly as the other two watched you.
Kimi came within minutes, but you listened to Charles' order, not stopping your assault on his cock despite it softening a bit, before going hard again.
Kimi was writhing and shaking, and sniffling wetly as Charles held him there, arms behind his back and unable to stop the deep grind of the Ferrari driver's cock inside him, and your talented tongue and mouth on him.
You could still feel the stretch of Lando inside you, barely moving, but for the unconscious soft bucking of his hips every time you took Kimi down to the base.
You were full, from both ends. And you were taking great pleasure in teasing Kimi, making him squirm and cry with pleasure as you continued your assault on his sanity. Charles was feeling sadistic after his unfair DNF, so he was very much enjoying this too.
"You gonna come again, Kimi?" He mocked as the younger man cried silently.
Fingers digging into Kimi's hips, he angled his thrusts perfectly to stimulate his prostate, and Kimi just cried harder.
"Please!" He hiccuped, "I'm gonna come- please let me come!"
Charles wrapped a hand around his throat.
"Are you sure you deserve it?" He growled.
Kimi was nodding quickly, desperate for release, so you sucked harder and Charles fucked him with gusto, and it didn't take long for Kimi to all but scream as his orgasm ripped through him.
You barely had time to swallow what he gave you before Lando was picking up the pace himself, stuffing you full of him as he chased his own pleasure.
Then Max just barged in.
His eyes widened when he saw the positions you were all in, Kimi slumped against Charles, both of them sweaty and exhausted while Lando drilled into you like he was on a mission.
Now that your head was unoccupied, he was free to shove your face in the covers to arch your back further.
"Take it" he grunted under his breath.
The slap of his hips against you was obscene, but almost hypnotising to the others who watched you fail to hold in your little whines.
Lando seemed more aggressive than usual, maybe the pressure of the closing stages of the championship was getting to him, and he needed to fuck the relief out.
Your fists clutched the sheets as you finally came, and Lando followed shortly after with a garbled curse and a loud groan.
And then... he left.
He gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek, muttered something about "places to be" and left...
It was very unlike him to not want to be the last one there. You decided to ask him about it next time you saw him, maybe it was time for another chat about his headspace.
In the meantime, you had an eager Max waiting for you to invite him onto the bed, and two other sex pests waiting for instruction.
"Max, why don't you show Kimi how grateful you are? You probably wouldn't be here without his interference..."
It was immediately obvious that Max misunderstood you.
He reached for the lube, ready to slick himself up, eyeing the way Kimi was already hard again as he lay back, propped up on his elbows.
"Ah ah" you snapped. "That's not how you show gratitude, Max."
His face slowly turned towards you, bewilderment obvious.
Kimi glanced back and forth, not understanding the tension, and Charles' eyes were wide.
Max did not suck dick.
Ever.
Well, rarely, and not for a long time.
His eyes were glued to yours, unmoving, and you tried to look serious. This was a battle of wills you refused to lose.
He swallowed thickly.
"Okay" his voice was quiet.
On the inside you were shouting for joy. If there was one thing you loved doing, it was getting your boys out of their comfort zone.
And Kimi definitely deserved to know what it felt like to get a blowjob from the Max Verstappen.
The young man watched in awe as Max lowered himself down over him, lips hovering above his cock.
Charles was shocked. He'd never seen Max suck anyone off before, this was almost inconcievable in his mind.
The only reason you knew about Max's prowess, was through Nico. After the celebrations on the jet after Silverstone he told you stories about what Max used to be like, and how much of a whore he was.
Now you were seeing him in action, and boy was it worth it.
Weirdly, all the tension seemed to drain out of him as soon as he took Kimi in his mouth, and if the way the Mercedes driver was struggling to keep his composure was any indication, he was also doing a stellar job of sucking the soul out of him.
Charles gaped at him, and couldn't help wrap a hand around himself reflexively. It was such a turn on seeing Max like this, and hopefully this was a start to getting him where you wanted him for the end of season... event.
Kimi didn't last long. He would've been embarrassed if it weren't for the way Max's tongue was rubbing the underside of his tip with every stroke, a true pro.
Unlike Kimi or Oscar, he did have a gag reflex, but he worked around that with gusto, and it was sloppy. He was moaning into it, almost whining as he gave his gridmate the best head of his life.
Kimi had his head tipped back as he moaned, and came into the heat of Max's talented mouth.
Max looked wrecked, lips red and puffy, watery eyes lidded and hair tousled from the younger man's eager hands.
"Now then, Max. You have a choice" you smiled evilly.
"Either you fuck Charlie over here..." you ran a hand through Charles' hair, which made him shiver. "Or he fucks you"
Max immediately sobered up, and glared at you.
"Charles, get on your hands and knees"
You laughed. Of course.
Charles sure wasn't complaing either way, and he complied eagerly, and you and Max swapped places.
Kimi gazed up at you from where he was slumped on the bed, boneless after that apparently otherworldly experience.
"As for you, you can choose where I sit"
Kimi blinked, taking a second to understand what the fuck that meant, and then he realised.
He didn't think he would ever get hard again after that, so he pointed at his face.
You grinned.
The second your thighs caged his head in, he pulled you down onto his eager mouth.
Your clit having been cruelly neglected so far, the wet slide of his tongue over it sent shockwaves through your body. You were extra sensitive and you clutched his curls to ground yourself as you rode his face.
Max was apparently already inside Charles, because as usual, the Monegasque's arms had stopped functioning and he'd slumped face first into the covers.
He was stretched out like a cat, trying to escape Max's powerful thrusts, but it was no use with the tight grip Max had on his slim waist.
Between the four of you there was no way anyone in the neighbouring rooms wouldn't be very much aware of what was happening in here, but it was too good, and too late, to care.
"Hope this makes up for your race..." Max growled in Charles' ear, before trailing kisses over the man's shoulders.
Charles' answer was garbled, and pretty much incomprehensible but it seemed to be positive so Max chuckled and carried on, holding himself up with hands either side of the brunette's head to deepen the angles of his thrusts.
Kimi's face was soaked in your juices two or three times before you let up, and Charles was so riled up it didn't take him too long to cry out either. Muffled by the sheets he wailed, aftershocks rippling through him until Max finally took pity on him and pulled out, finishing over his deliciously plump ass.
Kimi was half hard, but he felt too sensitive to go again, so you sent him and Charles off to shower while you made Max change the sheets.
"So why don't you suck dick anymore? You certainly seemed to get off on it..."
Max sighed.
"I don't know. I think I used to do it when I was younger for... validation? Attention? So that the other drivers would like me?... Now that I am on the older side of the grid I don't like showing that kind of vulnerability I guess..."
He couldn't see the way you were biting your lip to stop from grinning too hard.
"So you become a whore when you've got old man dick in you is that what you're saying?"
He turned around to glare at you.
"That's why you were so subby when Nico fucked you on the jet... It all makes sense now"
He scoffed and threw the dirty bedsheet at you.
"And..." you continued. "It's not that you don't like getting fucked, it's that you don't want your rivals knowing you like it a bit too much"
"Oh fuck off!"
You laughed at him and helped him get the spare sheets on the bed.
"It's okay, Max. Your oral fixation is safe with me"
He rolled his eyes.
"If you tell anyone about this, I will tell everyone what happened at the after party in Abu Dhabi five years ago."
Your heart skipped a beat.
"You wouldn't"
He smirked, and the sound of the shower being turned off in the bathroom made the room eerily quiet.
