( SOMEONE SAVE MAX ) lando x driver!f!reader x oscar ✶ poly!landoscar
──── max is happy that you, his teammate, is happy in your relationship; however, he can't help but hate how your two boyfriends are always glued to your hip (and vice versa). especially when max gets a podium with lando and oscar and you are left to sulk by yourself.
୨୧ word count : 1.2k ୨୧ warnings : secret relationship, language, assumed mxm ୨୧ mdni ୨୧ inspired by this picture.
max was happy for you. really he was! despite his usually "don't give a fuck" personality, he genuinely cares about his teammate and only wants you to be in a happy and healthy relationship.
but sometimes he dreads knowing that you will – not if, but will – be sulking when after races both your... loving (read: simps) boyfriends are on the podium. and you aren't... but max is.
he's known you long enough to know that you are probably pouting in your ice bath right now while he's stuck in this press conference with both your boyfriends.
lando and oscar weren't any better, but of course they had to hide it in front of the media. but max isn't stupid, he noticed the way they both lingered when you gave them the usual congratulatory hugs. max usually got one himself too, but he could just tell that the hugs you gave your boyfriends were different.
he's pretty sure that if it wasn't against the rules, you would run him off the road each race in order to get the podium with lando and oscar. doesn't matter if you and max have been friends and teammates for years.
damn, are you a simp as well? probably. max is sure of it.
but again, so are your boyfriends, which is why he's not surprised that the both of them seem to "professionally" run off the second the post-race press conference ends. he knows exactly where the two papaya boys are going.
your motorhome, where max is sure you're watching this and still sulking.
and when lando and oscar arrive to your motorhome and see you sitting in the single chair, that's exactly what you are doing.
"knock, knock," lando says as he pokes his head in first and catching your attention. you immediately stand up, smile on your face as you meet both males half way.
lando reaches you first and engulfs you into a bone-crushing hug before he's kissing you. lips against yours like they were made to kiss each other, and his hands come to hold your face as yours clutch his undershirt.
"i'm so proud of you both," you say when you finally pull away, breathless. you look over lando's shoulder to see oscar watching the two of you with a soft smile.
you reach a hand out towards the younger male who takes it and allows you to pull him into the hold that you and lando are still in. you can't help but admire oscar as you run a hand through his hair before tugging him even closer to kiss him as well.
you can't help but smile into the kiss when you feel how needy oscar is with his kiss. like he's been waiting for this since he crossed the finish line, and knowing him, he probably has. he doesn't want to admit it, but he's just as needy as you and lando are.
when he pulls away, you can't help but beam up at him. "so proud of you," you whisper again as you look between both mclaren drivers who return your smile.
"so proud of you too, y/n, p4 is amazing," lando says and you look at him, not able to stop the pout from reappearing on your lips.
"hey, don't pout," oscar teases, "you'll get it podium next race."
"i know... but i just hate how i can't beat max in these last few races. he just has to tear us apart," you sigh dramatically, resting your head against oscar's chest.
"that's just how max rolls," lando says, not even hiding the teasing smile he has as his hand rests on your waist. "but like osc said, you'll get podium next race and we'll make sure we're there with you."
"i'll get p1 next race, for sure," you say, making both your boyfriends agree (even if their competitive racer side wanted to disagree).
"are you going to come celebrate with us tonight?" lando asks, eyes hopefully that you'll agree.
"i don't know, it just depends if red bull throws one for max, then i'll have to go to that one," you say and lando is the one the pout this time.
he hates how you are on the opposite team from them, especially the team that is constantly placing podium with them. because if max isn't on the podium (which does happen but is rare) then you are the podium. lando is convinced that people forget that you earned your seat on the red bull team, you proved that you could not only keep up, but also win these races.
fuck, you're so hot, lando thinks and he can't help but pull you against his chest as he looks into your eyes with a type of hunger that makes your heart start to do backflips.
"if you don't come to our party then you'll have to come to our hotel room later to celebrate," he says and you laugh at how serious he looks. you can even feel oscar's chest rumble from against your back as he laughs as well.
"next race when i'm p1, we'll celebrate all night long."
"promise?"
"i promise."
a sudden knock on the door quickly breaks the atmosphere and the three of you are quick to separate from one another.
"come in," you call out and the door opens to reveal max standing in the doorway.
"hey, sorry, but i have to steal my teammate for photos. pr says so," max says as his eyes go from you to the two males standing behind you. he totally knew it, he thinks, if you weren't public figures max was convinced you three would be attached to the hip at all times.
"okay, i'm coming, just give me a minute," you say and max nods saying he'll wait outside before closing the door.
you turn around to look at your two boyfriends one last time before you have to go back out there. "congrats you two on getting podium, i'm proud of you both. i'll try to come to your party later if i can," you say as you give each male one more kiss on the lips before pulling away.
"love you," they both say and you beam before saying it back as you exit the motorhome.
max is waiting outside and gives you a pat on the back as you both walk towards red bull's garage. "you did good today," he says, knowing that while you're happy for him and your boyfriends, you're still upset about your own placement.
"thanks, next time i'm gonna get p1, so watch yourself," you say with a smile and max can't help but grin as well.
"is that so? i'd like to see you try."
"i will because i promised i would get p1, so you can't win. get used to being p4," you proclaim and max can tell that while you have a joking air around you, you're also very serious about it as well.
"whatever, as long as you don't keep sulking every time i get podium with your two lovers. the media is going to start thinking you hate me or something."
"yeah, yeah just be lucky i didn't run you off the road this race."
notes: sorry for dropping off the face of the earth...! life has been relentless. i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it!! ;) i'll be going through the asks after this post, and i'll get around to fulfilling them!!!
LANDOSCAR
──── MARKING
lando and oscar absolutely ADORE seeing their marks on you and on each other. they're unbelievably possessive, but not in a controlling way -- they're very confident in your relationship. the possessiveness, rather, manifests in them leaving hickeys and love bites all over your neck, your collarbones -- your inner thighs (those are a treat just for them).
the marks that you and oscar leave on lando are usually around his chest; spots of purple can normally be found around his nipples. you and lando, however -- you leave them all over oscar's thighs. they're just begging for some attention.
they could cum just staring at the marks your nails leave behind on their backs. lando loves fucking you in missionary, just so you can leave indents over his shoulders, while oscar prefers to fuck you from behind, so he can leave marks over your neck while he presses your head into the mattress.
──── SNOWBALLING
the three of you love to do it in so many ways, when you and oscar are giving lando head -- making out with his tip resting between your lips, or simply taking turns taking him as far down your throats as possible. whichever way, you both end up swapping his cum between your lips; making lando twitch and whimper where he's watching over you, captivated by the sight of his cum being spread between your tongues, your lips. doing it while staring at him? well, he can't say he's ever gotten so hard again right after cumming in his life.
you and lando, in turn, like to do it when you take turns riding oscar. it's beyond filthy; when oscar ends up cumming in you, lando's there to pull you up and off of him by your hips, before he's forcing you to lay over oscar while he eats you out relentlessly. you'll be whimpering, hands clawing at oscar's chest, while lando devours both your pussy and oscar's cum. once he's gotten you off, he'll grab your chin, make you open your mouth, and spit oscar's cum right onto your tongue -- all the while oscar's watching from below.
lando and oscar? if it's a free night, where the three of you aren't dead-tired, they'll take turns fucking you. you'll just lie there and take it, not knowing how many times you've cum already, until lando and then oscar cum deep inside you. you think the night's over, and it's time for aftercare -- but, no. no, oscar dips down, tongue teasing at your folds, before he's grabbing lando's face and pulling him into a messy, cum-filled kiss. if you could go again, you would.
LESTAPPEN
──── HAIR PULLING
fuck, do max and charles love some subtle domination. they're both endlessly arrogant -- sometimes tasteful with it, sometimes not -- but nowhere are they as assertive with it as in the bedroom. the trust between the three of you enables a safe, comfortable, but powerful environment. you have your safe words, your physical cues. it's a perfect dynamic, between the three of you. this can be seen most overtly through the use of hair pulling.
whatever you're doing -- whether you're simply laying there, or if you're giving head, or if you're riding -- max and charles will both fist at the base of your skull, grabbing a handful of your hair, and force you to pay attention. most of the time, if you're distracted, they won't call your name. no, they'd much rather make their point very explicit. it turns you on endlessly, the way that they practically man handle you to get your attention. it's presumptuous in the best way.
it's not simply on their end, though. equally, if charles' head is buried between your thighs, you'll fist at his brunette curls and force him to go faster, deeper, harder -- practically directing him to focus on the areas where you're most sensitive. he fucking salivates at the feeling. max, too, loves it. if he's fucking you from behind, and you reach behind your shoulder to fist at his hair and shove his face into your neck, his thrusts will stutter. it just does it for him. on each other? it's mostly during blowjobs -- whoever's on their knees, be it charles or max, is getting their hair pulled.
──── EDGING
you think they're that stubborn, and don't enjoy edging? they are absolutely ruthless with it -- on each other, on you, on themselves. they have the determination to go on for a couple of hours at a time. all the things that come with it -- begging, crying, humiliation -- are just the cherries on top.
max, oftentimes, will be the one leaning against the bedhead -- arms wrapped tight around your torso where you're laying against his chest. he keeps you immobile while charles is sat between your legs -- be it with a vibrator, his fingers, or while he's fucking you -- keeping you right on the edge and disallowing release. you'll be a quivering, sobbing, desperate mess, begging for max and charles to just let you cum already, but max will just bark a sharp laugh, while charles will mockingly tut in faux-sympathy. it's as painful as it is exhilarating, and when the three of you know your limits, the eventual release is worth it.
charles, when he's had a difficult weekend, or when he's simply in the mood, will take a seat by the bed and direct both you and max. he'll tell max when to thrust, when to pull your hair, when to give you a kiss. most importantly, though, he'll tell max when to stop. he'll direct when he gets to cum -- when he gets to let you cum -- until you're both entirely focused on him, and not each other. you'll both be giving your best puppy eyes to charles, begging and whining for him to finally let you both cum; all the while, he'll be a smirking, smug asshole. it's perfect, everytime.
BEARNELLI
──── SLEEPY SEX/SOMNOPHILIA
late mornings with the sunlight streaming through the lace curtains are some of your favourites. when it's the off season, you'll find yourself buried between kimi and ollie's warm, muscled bodies. kimi's face will be drooling and pressed against the nape of your neck, while your cheek will be smooshed against ollie's chest, arm swung around his waist.
sometimes, you'll be slowly awoken -- in aching, gentle increments -- to either one of your boys grinding against you; your arse, your hip, wherever your soft, sleep-heated skin is on display and in reach. your favourite moments to wake to are when they're not awake. when their halting, desperate hip jerks and thrusts are a simple manifestation of whatever dreams are running through their minds. when their faces scrunch up in a mix of pleasure and confusion when your hand wraps around their length, and they wake up cumming into your fist, a soft flush coating their skin.
your absolute favourite is when you wake up of your own volition, to them softly making out in the golden sunlight; frotting against each other with kimi on top of ollie, spit-slicked lips sliding against each other's. they'll be making needy, quiet whines, whispering that they can't wake you up, or that they have to be quiet. all the while, you'll have just awoken, still sleepy but so very in love, and ready to find your own pleasure in their morning horniness.
──── BLINDFOLDS
the first time that you suggest bringing blindfolds into the bedroom, kimi and ollie are nervous. they insist that they love being able to look at you, at each other, during sex -- that there's no need to spice up your sex life when it's already perfect. you're understanding, of course you are, so you say that you won't pressure them to, but that you'd like for them to do some research before completely shutting it down. after a couple weeks of radio silence on the topic, it slips your mind.
so, when kimi's dexterous fingers wrap a thick, black fabric around your eyes while you're sitting on the couch next to ollie, ready to start a movie, to say that you're surprised is an understatement. your surprise doesn't do anything to quell the pure anticipation and excitement that floods through you, though. ollie's large hands wrap around your wrists, and then they're murmuring softly as they guide you to your bedroom. your skin feels alight with goosebumps, your lips slightly parted as you place, quite literally, blind trust in your partners.
the sex that follows is nothing short of breath-taking. their touch, their moans, the feeling of their lips on yours, their tongues against your clit -- it's all entirely captivating. it feels infinitely more sensitive with the blindfold, renders you helpless to their whims and movements. without being able to guess where there'll go next, each choice that they make feels catastrophic. you cum louder than you ever have before; fingers clawing against the sheets and mouth agape as you completely submit to their desires.
CHOSCAR
──── PRAISE KINK
oscar and charles are nothing if not gentlemen. between charles' raw charisma and his pure enthusiasm for life itself, and oscar's more soft-handed introversion and subtle clinginess, being their partner means nothing less than constant adoration and praise. this, of course, translates to your sex life.
even if you're having a quickie with oscar -- your legs wrapped around his waist, and your back pressed solidly against his driver's room wall -- he'll be showering your neck, shoulder, and face with kisses. you'll both be panting, your arms wrapped tight around his neck, and he'll be chanting compliments against your skin; breathy whimpers outlining just how good you are, how pretty, how he can't believe that he has the best partners in the world. you'll be cumming on his cock, walls squeezing around him, and he'll be promising that he'll give you everything in the world as he cums.
charles is slow, intimate, and soul-destroying when he fucks you. he'll have your face pressed into the pillow, his thumbs resting in the indents at your lower back, all while pressing long, gentle kisses to each knob of your spine. between each kiss, each thrust, he'll be listing something that he loves about you. he'll say how he loves the way you look at him in the morning as he pounds you, then how you sound like heaven. if oscar comes home from an obligation early, looking shy as he creaks the bedroom door open, charles will simply wave him over, pressing a firm kiss to his lips before demanding that he hold you against his chest and treat you well while charles finishes what he started.
Girll poly lewis x max x reader please where they see you being too friendly w another driver pleaseee?
only ours
pairing: poly!lewis hamilton x reader x max verstappen
summary: basically the request
warnings: jealousy jealousy
a/n: i accidentally deleted this and then i had no motivation to write it so this is kinda ass sorry love
you didn’t mean anything by it.
really, you didn’t.
lando had always been that easy presence. someone who made you forget the sharp edges around you, the whispers that floated between the teams, the constant pressure that sat heavy on your chest all weekend long. you never thought twice before laughing too loud at one of his jokes, or brushing your hand against his arm when he said something dumb but funny.
it was just a moment, a break from everything. an escape.
you forgot how visible you are.
you forgot the way lewis and max always watch you — like you’re something they’re both guarding and claiming all at once.
you forgot how much it hurts them when someone else gets even a glimpse of your attention.
and tonight, when you caught them staring from across the paddock, you should’ve known better.
you’re halfway across the paddock when you notice max standing there. he’s leaning against the fence, arms crossed, jaw tight. not angry exactly, but close. behind him, lewis’s posture is rigid. he’s watching you with a look you don’t quite understand.
your heart jumps.
you want to walk past, keep things normal. maybe this is nothing.
but it isn’t.
“hey,” you say softly when you get close enough. “everything okay?”
lewis looks up, but there’s something in his eyes that makes your throat go dry.
“should we be asking you that?” he says.
you blink, confused.
max’s voice cuts in, cold and steady, “you were having a good time with lando.”
you try to brush it off, “it was just a joke.”
“you were laughing like he was the only person in the world,” lewis says.
you want to say you didn’t mean anything. that you didn’t realize how it looked. that it wasn’t like that.
but their eyes pin you down.
“you were glowing,” max says low. “like you forgot who you’re with.”
and suddenly the air feels too thick to breathe.
you’re frozen.
you try to explain. “i wasn’t thinking. i’m sorry.”
lewis steps forward, close enough that you can smell the faint hint of cologne, warm and familiar. “that’s the problem,” he says. “you didn’t think. but you should’ve.”
max’s hand brushes the small of your back and you jump. “we don’t share,” he says softly.
you swallow.
you’re theirs.
and yet, somehow, you forgot to be careful.
the tension between the three of you stretches, taut like a wire pulled too tight.
you’re not angry.
you’re not scared.
you’re embarrassed.
because it wasn’t flirting. it was a moment of letting your guard down. but they don’t see it that way.
lewis steps closer, one hand sliding to cup your jaw. “we protect you,” he whispers. “you belong to us.”
max presses his forehead against the back of your neck, voice almost a growl, “we don’t let anyone else touch you.”
you close your eyes, trying to steady your breath.
“show me,” lewis says. “show us.”
and so you do.
later, on the yacht, the cool night air mixing with the smell of salt and expensive liquor, you’re wrapped between them. their hands are everywhere, claiming, comforting.
lewis’s lips trail over your collarbone while max’s hands trace slow patterns on your thighs.
there’s no rush.
no pressure.
just the weight of belonging and being claimed.
“you’re ours,” max murmurs. “only ours.”
you nod against lewis’s chest, heart finally slowing.
you smile, “i know.”
and you mean it.
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Hello!! I hope you have drank a lot of water today and I hope you are having a good day! I was wondering if you could do a Charles Leclerc x Max Verstappen x reader where they just have a soft cuddle? Maybe it reads to smth more spicy? That part is completely up to you :)
cuddles — 𝐦𝐯. 𝟏 & 𝐜𝐥. 𝟏𝟔
༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. missing u ash < 3 i wish i could go back in time and fulfill your requests when you were still active on tumblr. now, i'm borderline crying when i scroll through my inbox and see your name :( wherever you are irl, i hope you're sipping the crispiest, ice-cold arizona green tea to ever exist xxx
(don't ask about the pics i chose for the header, it's past my bedtime)
you’re roused awake by the sound of the shower shutting off, confusion sparking through your sleepy synapses at the feeling of pressure on your chest and the absence of warmth on your right side. you snuffle lowly, stretching your body underneath the comforter with a yawn, jostling the weight on your chest.
max’s groan rumbles through your skin, displeased by your sudden shifting. his arm tightens around your waist, stilling your movement and you languidly blink heavy eyelids open to see that the pressure is max’s head pillowed on your breasts, covered by the white duvet. silencing a snort, you slip a hand underneath the covers to rub along his bare back, his tense frame relaxing under your gentle caress as he settles back into his slumber. you were expecting the weight to be one of the cats huddling close for warmth; sassy being the most common culprit of forcing her owners awake by acting as a fourteen-pound paperweight.
the bathroom door clicks open and charles steps into the room clad in cream sweatpants. he towels off the last few droplets of water sliding down his hairline and the contours of his chest, sending you a quiet smile when your eyes meet. blowing him a kiss, you pat on his empty side of the bed, urging him to rejoin the two of you under the early morning haze filtering through the curtains. charles discards his towel on the dresser (later, you’ll chirp at him for not hanging it up to dry properly) and climbs into bed next to you, shimmying downward to lie by your side and pecks your lips, one, two, three, four times before pulling away.
he chuckles breathily, “you have morning breath, mon ange.”
you scrunch your nose, using your free hand to gesture at the puddle of max pinning you to the bed, “i guess i can leave you to deal with our prickly boyfriend when i wake him up by moving to brush my teeth.”
charles feigns terror, before giggling it away as he presses kisses along your jaw. he slides underneath the covers, adding his legs to the tangled mess of yours and max’s, one of his arms snaking under your form to tug you as close as possible. the readjustment causes a rough grunt to sound from the duvet; max rolls off you, pushing himself upwards on his forearm to peak out of the cocoon he’s built for himself, sending a glare that’s more like a sulky pout as it’s distorted by his sleep-swollen cheeks and eyes.
his voice is croaky, “be quiet and hug me.”
“of course, your majesty,” you tease.
“désolé, mon chat,” charles coos.
max huffs, thoroughly communicating his disdain at the overly sweet titles. you and charles know better than to comment on the red flush of his ears. kindly, he allows you to crawl out of bed to brush your teeth, snuggling into charles’s chest to keep warm in the meantime.
you return, spooning his frame, consequently bracketing him in between you and charles, and max falls back to sleep in a handful of silent minutes. charles yawns midway into whispering about how his run went and you mimic the behavior subconsciously. the two of you decide to postpone breakfast for brunch, considering max’s desperation for a couple more hours of sleep. charles’s hand squeezes yours around max’s body, and the warmth of satisfaction blooming at the nape of your neck from the skin-to-skin contact tells you that all the plans for today will be pushed back, for the sake of a few more hours of cuddling.
miss louisiana i | c. leclerc, a. saint mleux | chase landry
poly! | fem! reader x obsessive! exes! charles leclerc, alexandra saint mleux (+chase landry and f1 grid)
synopsis. your obsessive exes refuse to accept your new relationship with a man completely different from them. maybe they should move to louisiana? jk!. . . unless?
note. ok so reader is from louisiana and has cajun roots for context. chase landry is from swamp people 😭✌️ I loved that show when I was younger & I rewatched some recently and it reignited my crush on him sorry
WARNING(s); obsessive/possessive behavior, toxic/creepy exes (I make is as fluffy as I can tho trust), ooc Alex and Charles being a rich and out of touch, a spec of classism, stalking oops, (everyone Loves you)
miss.y/n📍belle river, la
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miss.y/n back where I belong ☀️🌷🐊🐝🐍🌿🐠
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mariene.y/l/n be safe in the water my baby 🤗
miss.y/n yes maman 🤞😊 you know I’m protected
user oop who’s protecting you miss ma’am
user omgggg how did Charles n Alex fumble so baddd 😩😩🙏 I’ve needed y/n’s cajun french baddie ass since DAY ONE 🗣️
charles_leclerc so beautiful mon ange 😍 but that water is dark and might be dangerous. ta maman a raison!
see translation | your mom is right
user stopp didn’t y/n break things off with them???
user2 currently losing it my fav throuple might be back 💪🗣️
carlossainz55 hope you’re doing well mi dulce ❤️
alexandrasaintmleux yeah no this isn’t happening
user carlos sweetie delete this comment while you still have hands <3
user SHE’S BACK IN LOUISIANA RAHH
user2 how did I not know she was from the middle of nowhere 😭 what is pierre part??
user3 how didn’t you know!!! her dad literally used to hunt alligator before he died and her mom remarried and moved back to France . Her dad was cajun
user this might be a reach but y’all think she knows anybody from swamp people? Love that show 🤣🤣
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Alex’s leg bounced up and down nervously as her call went to voicemail for the 7th time in a row. She’d been calling your phone nonstop since hearing the news, anxious to know if it was true or not. It was always something that ate at her; her and Charles’ inability to relate to your childhood in Louisiana. They’d grown up among a higher class than you and in foreign countries. You would just giggle and wave off her concerns, insisting that even though they couldn’t understand your upbringing, that at least you could understand theirs.
“No answer.” She muttered, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip. It was a habit she’d had as a child, one that you disapproved of and had trained out of her before you left them.
“She left us for a swamp man.” Charles pathetically finished Alex’s thought as they sat in his car, waiting to meet some other drivers and wags at the high-end restaurant Carlos chose.
“Don’t say it like that!” Alexandra turned her body towards the passenger window, “She didn’t leave us— not in that way! I told you she was homesick!”
Your father was a Cajun man who definitely took his culture to heart, doing a lot of hunting and fishing before he passed away suddenly when you were 12. Your mother was from France originally, and she remarried a rich Frenchman who’d ended up funding your modeling career after your success in pageantry. You moved straight to France at age 14 and found yourself in a completely different culture from how you grew up. You’d visited France before during summers with your mother, but it wasn’t home to you like Louisiana. You’d met Alexandra when the two of you were 19, and instantly bonded. Despite only really meeting briefly, it was love at first sight on Alex’s part and she supported you all the way to when you won Miss Universe after starting out Miss Louisiana.
When Charles had come along and had the same feelings that she did for you, it felt perfect, like everything had finally come together.
“With us is her home.” Charles replied, sucking his teeth.
“I can’t even—” Alex didn’t have to finish, the two had the same thought. They can’t even fathom the idea that you were with someone else.
x
Daniel was practically cackling in joy while Carlos at least tried to hide his amusement by covering his face. It was no secret that most of the f1 grid was praying for you to leave Charles/Alex so they could get a chance— but this wasn’t what they were expecting.
Bickering around the table ensued, only a few seconds before Alex was rolling her eyes with a groan and putting her face in her hands, “He doesn’t have any recent social media so I can’t even stalk him.”
“So we will just go there!”
“And what? Become swamp people?” Daniel was laughing so hard he was tearing up.
“Cha, that’s so ridiculous.” Alex mumbled.
“It is—!” Kika agreed suspiciously fast, “I just mean the split was recent, so maybe me and Pierre should visit her before you guys?” It’d only been a few months, but that had been enough to drive Charles and Alex a bit off the rails.
They’d only ever been apart from you for just over two days in the last year, up until you ghosted them. Well— it wasn’t technically ghosting when you left a note; a very brief letter in your familiar handwriting that told them you needed some space. They didn’t take it as a break up, although they did panic. Their numbers weren’t blocked, so they naturally took that as a good sign. This was probably because you wanted their attention since all their calls and messages were going through. The finality of it didn’t hit until it reached two weeks of no-contact from you and their photos were removed from your Instagram. The public noticed and so did the rest of the grid despite Alex and Charles’ now 3-month-long denial stage.
“le lieu s'appelle Pierre Part, yeah?” Pierre grinned and Charles sneered at him. (the place is called pierre part)
“They might have a point,” Daniel winced with a wide grin, “I think you’ll just look crazy if you show up. At least, one of us would just look like a friend who misses her, ya know?”
“None of you are visiting our girlfriend!” Alex frowned.
“Ex,” Carlos gently corrected into his fist with a cough before straightening up, “She jus’ is homesick maybe so give her some space and she will come back in no time.”
“I knew this would happen.” Alex slumped with her chin in her hand, “cet endroit est sa maison.” (that place is her home)
“You’ve never heard ‘if you love something, let it go’? If it’s meant to be, she’ll come back.” Daniel tried to reassure, but his face was almost a wince.
“We just wanted her close to us is all! We travel so much, we didn’t mean to take her away from her home—”
But Daniel gave them a look, knowing about their behavior with you. As in love with you as they are, Alex and Charles are intense about it. Endearing on one hand for awhile, but then the jealousy got worse and they were pretty delusional about their tendencies. He could understand it honestly— you were lovely. He imagined he’d be in the same state as Alex and Charles if you were his and you left him. Which is why he cut them so much slack, the rest of the table too.
“I don’t understand why she ran away like that!” Charles finished with a huff, running his fingers through his hair. He was starting to sweat. This felt like a cruel joke on your part— a mean way to get their attention.
“His ears are a little big.” Alex whispered, staring into her phone with a pout.
“et cela! regarde nos oreilles!” (and that! look at our ears!)
Pierre lost it at that; Charles pulling at his ears to make a point, “Maybe he’s just a nice guy, man!”
“We are nice!”
“Let me see.” Carlos walked around the table to see Alex’s phone.
She’d googled the name of your alleged new boyfriend— Chase Landry. He had starred on some Southern US reality show ‘Swamp People’; it mainly surrounded cajun alligator hunters in Louisiana. They had known you liked the show, but had never seen it themselves.
“Eh,” Carlos shrugged, “his ears aren’t that big. He is a little old for her though, no? 34?”
“Exactly! He is a pervert! I’m calling her again, actually.”
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this is part 1 of perhaps 3. I plan on making part 2 much longer and more writing than social media like this one, just for some balanceee
Pairing/s : Daniel Ricciardo x Max Verstappen x reader
Face claim: non face from pinterest
Summary : you went to a club, pushed a little too much buttons, and found out the rough way.
Warnings: dark!max, dark!daniel, smut, pet names, noncon elements, manipulation, degradation, overstimulation, unprotected p in v, breeding kink if you squint, daddy kink LIKE REALLY BAD, pwp, will be added as the series go.
Author’s notes : missed writing so much, would love to start writing again and need some ideas, but please do not trust me this took 4 months from the time I started it. I don’t remember if I saw this quote somewhere or I invented it in my dreams but please tell me so I can properly credit it!
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“No… no— please enough—“ she choked out, desperately trying to crawl away from their grasp
“Are you sure? You seemed to really want this? So desperate for a dick” they mocked, relentlessly thrusting into her
—
It all started when you were out celebrating with Max and Daniel after they secured a big deal and you were chugging down those shots like it was water.
You were never a heavy drinker, your pale face flushing after 3 shots, but you had to take advantage with how rare they allow you to drink.
You stayed in the private room for the first few shots, before declaring that you wanted to go onto the dance floor, which was met with a few frowns.
“Just stay here, schatje” Max hummed, his voice authoritary.
Daniel didn’t say anything, just shaking his head while pulling you into his lap, which earned a petulant whine from you.
“Pleasee, it seems so fun out there” You tugged onto the hem of his shirt, blinking your brown eyes like a puppy.
“A no is a no, schatje.” Max interrupted, knowing how susceptible Daniel is with your doe eyes, moving closer to the two of you and putting his hand onto your thighs as a warning.
You tsked a little before using your ace card “please papaa, I will be good, promise!” You blinked towards Max, jutting your lips and batting your eyelashes.
Max gave you the look, which you should have expected and you turned towards the weaker link, Daniel.
“Daddy, I have been a good girl, no? Pleasee?” You begged, hitting all of his weakest parts
“Fine, watch yourself out there though” Daniel said, earning disapproving looks from Max, but he stayed quiet.
—
To be honest, what were they expecting? You? To behave? Jokes on them.
You were just exploring the dance floor, carefully testing out the waters and finding your vibe as you felt their heavy gazes still on you when a man quickly approached you.
You started chatting up a little, the fine gentleman introducing himself as Luca. You started flirting a bit, knowing that they are glaring at you, just feisty but not pushing it all the way.
He leaned onto you, whispering in your ears to fight the loud noises “What is a pretty girl like you doing out here alone?” He chuckled, his hands wrapping around your waist
At that moment, you knew you were soo fucked. “Oh I am not alone” you forced a smile, slipping away from his grip “I got to go, bye!” You quickly end the conversation and returned to Max and Daniel, not wanting to escalate things and making it worse for you.
—
“Hi.. hehe…” you smile awkwardly, slipping onto Daniel’s lap and hiding from Max’s stares, burying your face in Daniel’s chests.
“You act like a dog in heat every time we let you off” Max mocks, his voice heavy with a hint of sarcasm.
You jut your lips out, glancing up to Daniel, asking to be defended, but he is looking down at you, his smile half hearted.
“That’s enough playtime for our princess, let’s get home” He caresses your hair, the action scares you, this is not a good sign at all.
“Daddy—“ you called out before you were quickly interrupted, Daniel’s face dark as he shook his head. “Don’t push your luck, you are already in trouble.”
—
The car ride home was awful, you fidgeting in your seat while Daniel drives and Max glaring at you from the backseat.
“You know— I didn’t approach him first— and I left as soon as he got touchy—“ you started, trying to appeal your case.
“I think you should shut up before it gets worse for you, schatje.” Max cuts you off, not wanting to hear about your bullshit.
You jutted your lips out a little and stayed quiet instead, your brain going 100 miles per hour about how much trouble you’re in.
—
The car parked into the garage and you quietly opened the door and walked towards the elevator, just accepting your fate.
You pressed the highest floor and stayed quiet on the elevator, Daniel and Max distracted with their own things.
You have just entered your penthouse when Max’s voice rings on your ears “bed. Now. Take your clothes off.” His ominous voice made you shiver before you hurriedly ran towards your shared bedroom.
You quickly undress yourself, your skimpy purple dress on the bedroom floor as you hurriedly unclasp your bra and toss your panties onto the floor before propping yourself on the bed.
It didn’t take long for the two men to enter the bedroom, Max with a dark look and Daniel with a menacing smile, you aren’t sure which one is scarier.
You stare at the two of them, your eyes filled with lust, but not daring to move towards them without an order.
“Such a slut, so desperate for a cock to fill you up?” Max mocks, his words full of disdain at your lustful eyes, tugging on his tie and undoing it in a few movements.
Daniel didn’t bother on saying anything, just undressing himself and approaching the bed, taking his position and pulling you onto his lap, chuckling at how you are dripping on his thigh.
“Need us to fill you up so bad, princess?” He hummed, scooping you up and sinking you onto his cock, earning a whine from you.
“Slowly—“ you whimpered, the stretch too much. “Too much—“ you choked out, the lack of preparation causing you to hiss in pain, gripping onto his tattooed thigh.
“Yeah? Think you deserve to be treated with love? After what you pulled earlier?” Daniel snickered, slamming you down onto his cock, earning a strangled gasp from you.
“Wait daddy—“ you choked out, your voice a strangled scream, trying to adjust to his size.
Max quickly approached you, his angry red cock leaking precum, his hands gripping your hair tightly and shoving his dick onto your mouth with no warnings, making you gag.
The two men continue to abuse you, not giving any seconds for you to adjust as they whisper filthy words into your ears.
You yelped a little when Daniel started reaching for your cunt, rubbing your clit and making you squirm, needing to reach your height.
“Please— please—“ you whined, pulling out from Max’s dick and turning towards Daniel, begging for his permission to cum.
“Eyes on me, schatje.” Max tsked, pushing your face back onto his cock, the action catching you off guard and making you gag.
You choked on his cock, tears blurring your eyesight as you lose the ability to breathe with Daniel still thrusting into you relentlessly, teasing your bud but not letting you reach your climax.
You focus on sucking Max off, licking on the tip and eagerly while your hands play around with his balls, squeezing it for good measure while Daniel continue to ram his cock inside you, pressing on your belly bulge and making you shudder.
You whimpered a little when his warm load pumped into your throat, looking up at him with your mouth gaping as he pulled out.
“Swallow.” He commanded, his face proud at the mess he had made, your face painted with his white semen.
You pout a little, your mouth about to let out a string of protest before you stopped yourself and swallowed instead, Max’s sharp look on you making you cower in fear.
You quickly plopped down on Daniel, your body exhausted. “Five minutes” you muttered, his cock still buried deep inside you.
Daniel chuckled, his voice sinister before he tightened his grip around your hips and slammed you back down on his cock, making you choke on your words and gasping for air.
“Wait danny—“ you gasped, oxygen getting knocked out of your lungs, your hand holding tightly at his wrist, begging for some remission.
“Now you know you don’t deserve that, princess.” He chuckled, his calloused hands caressing your face, the gentleness in contrast with his rough thrusts.
You whimpered, burying your face in his shoulder, your hands tangling over his neck, earning a low chuckle from him.
His hand then went down from your face towards your clit, rubbing his thumb against it, causing you to clench against his dick.
You let out a strangled cry when you reached your first orgasm of the night, your body spent, your naive self thinking it is over.
Daniel holds you up, his left hand caressing your back and letting you ground yourself, but not pulling out of you.
You shuddered when you felt cold lube drizzled over your ass, your face puzzled as you turned your head to look at Max.
“Did you think we were gonna let you off the hook that easily?” Max scoffed, shaking his head at your confused look.
You whined a little, turning around to look at Daniel, who gave you a slight shrug. You huffed a little before turning around to look at Max again.
“It’s too much— I'm sensitive right now” you whined, your voice dripping like honey.
“Well too bad, princess” he chuckled a little, leaning in to kiss you as he push himself in.
You gasp as he forced himself in, your body jerking away in response to no avail as Daniel grips your waist tightly, ensuring you stay in place.
“Maxie—!” You yelped, shaking your head, tears filling your eyes as Daniel offer some assurances to calm you down.
“Shh sweetheart, is okay, daddy is here, okay?” He hummed, pulling you in for a deep kiss to distract you as his hand snaked down towards your clit.
You bury your face onto Daniel’s shoulder, biting it for some relief as Max’s cock bullies itself into you.
You whimpered a little when Max successfully fit himself inside you, overwhelmed by both cocks stretching your inside.
“How does it feel, princess? Having two cocks pound you mercilessly? Bet this is one of your twisted fantasies.” Daniel sneered.
“D-Danny—“ you whined, overwhelmed by the poundings, your rim still throbbing from Max’s cock burying itself inside you.
“What?” He taunted, still slamming into you mercilessly.
“‘S too much— am gonna— cum—“ you mewled, begging for mercy as they are purposely taking turns thrusting into you, knocking out your breaths from your lungs.
“Then come” Max said indifferently, biting and marking his territory around your back.
You took it as a permission, snaking your fingers down to rub your clit when Max smacked your hand in a flash.
“I never said you’re allowed to do that” Max tsked, slapping your ass in condemnation.
You whimpered, frustrated at his words “but I need to get off-!” You groaned, bucking your hips against Daniel’s thighs for some release.
“Yeah that’s much better, grind your hips like a dog in heat if you want to get off so bad.” Max chuckled, his mean words shooting straight to your core, your slick dripping all over Daniel’s thighs.
You came with a strangled scream, your second orgasm ripping through you like thunder, making you see stars.
Despite your orgasm, the two men refused to slow down, instead hammering into you much stronger than before, making you choke on your saliva.
“No… no— please enough—“ you choked out, desperately trying to crawl away from their grasp.
“Are you sure? You seemed to really want this? So desperate for a dick” they mocked, relentlessly thrusting into you.
Your words went into deaf ears as they continued their relentless assault, chasing their own highs, the two men exchanging sloppy kisses as you tried to escape from their grasps, predictably failing.
“Wait— am coming— again—“ you gasped, your hand reaching for Daniel, intertwining it with his neck as your sharp nails scratch against his back to ground yourself.
Max and Daniel both thrusted into you together, all three of you coming in sync, their cocks shooting loads of cum into you, filling you to the brink.
You were half awake when they pulled out, their semen leaking through your red and bruised insides.
“So pretty, sadly you are such a slut for cocks” Daniel sighed mockingly while Max went to grab a wet cloth to clean you.
Max helped you up to drink some water while Daniel cleaned you up and helped you put on a new set of pajamas before tucking all three of you in.
“We love you, schatje” Max whispered, kissing your forehead gently, before lulling you to bed.
“Goodnight, princess.” Daniel hummed, tucking your bangs behind your ears, and off you go to dreamland.
Kinktober | Wolfftober 🐺🔥 | day 10: Breaking Point (Toto Wolff & James Allison)
Kinktober/Wolfftober Masterlist | main masterlist
⤷Threesome MMF, double penetration, power play, praise kink
[18+] content
Toto Wolff x MercedesEnginer!reader x James Allison
Summary: A late-night argument in the office with James spirals out of control, until Toto steps in and offers a different way to release all that fire. What begins as a clash of wills turns into something darker, rougher, and far more dangerous: being claimed, praised, and undone by both of them, until the fight is nothing but ashes and you’re left trembling in their hands.
Warnings: MMF threesome, office/sofa sex, double penetration, oral sex (f reciving), dominance/submission, filthy dirty talk, overstimulation, praise, aftercare
Word count: 3.2k
The office is nearly silent, save for the rustle of papers and the low hum of the computers still running simulations. You’ve been here for hours, locked in another debate with James.
“It won’t hold the load at that angle,” he insists, pointing at the schematic. “The aero balance is compromised.”
You shake your head, fire sparking in your chest.
“It will if we redistribute the flow along the floor edges. You’re not giving it enough credit.”
“Credit?” His voice rises, sharp for once, the calm engineer fraying. “This isn’t about credit. It’s physics.”
“And sometimes physics needs vision,” you snap back, your hands flat on the desk between you.
The air between you is hot, charged, your pulse pounding from more than just the argument. You’re too close to him, too aware of the way his eyes flash behind his glasses, the way frustration looks almost like desire.
And then a deeper voice cuts through the tension.
“Enough.”
You both freeze.
Toto stands in the doorway, tall and unshakable, his arms folded across his chest. He should have gone home hours ago, but instead he’s here, watching. Listening. Judging.
The silence is deafening until he steps inside, shutting the door behind him with a soft click that sounds far too final.
“You two,” he says slowly, his accent wrapping around every syllable, “will tear each other apart before we ever get a car to the track. If you’ve got so much fire to burn...” His eyes lock on yours, then shift deliberately to James. “...there are better ways.”
Your breath catches. You should protest, laugh, deflect. But you don’t. Neither does James.
Toto’s gaze doesn’t waver as he comes closer, his height and presence filling the room.
“You want to fight,” he murmurs, tilting his head, “or do you want to surrender?”
James swallows, his jaw tight, but he doesn’t back away. Instead, he glances at you, something raw flickering in his expression — permission, invitation.
And then Toto’s hand finds your chin, tilting your face up to his.
“Tell me,” he says softly. “Which is it?”
Your lips part, no words coming, only heat.
James moves first, his hand sliding to your hip, his body close enough that you can feel his breath on your shoulder.
“She’s stubborn,” he mutters, half to himself, half to Toto.
“Brilliant,” Toto counters, his thumb brushing over your lower lip, “but in need of… guidance.”
The tension snaps like a wire.
James’s hand tightens just slightly on your hip, his fingers brushing the curve there as though testing how far he can go.
“Guidance,” he repeats, his voice dry, almost scoffing, though the heat beneath it betrays him. “That’s one word for it.”
Toto doesn’t flinch. He never does. He only leans closer, the air between you charged, his gaze sliding from James back to you.
“And what word would you use?”
James hesitates. For once, the brilliant engineer has no immediate answer. His throat works as he swallows, his grip on you a little firmer now, anchoring.
Finally, he mutters, “Discipline.”
The corner of Toto’s mouth twitches, not quite a smile, more like acknowledgment.
“Better.” His voice drops, smooth as dark velvet. “Because without it, you two will destroy each other before you ever build something worth racing.”
You should stop this. You should pull away, laugh, tell them both they’ve gone too far. But your body betrays you, leaning into the pull of it, the weight of James’s hand on your hip, the brush of Toto’s thumb against your lip, the heat building low in your stomach.
James exhales, slow, his forehead almost brushing your temple.
“She doesn’t exactly like being told what to do.”
“Then we don’t give her a choice,” Toto says softly, deliberately. His hand cups your jaw now, firm, tilting your face until your eyes meet his. “Not here. Not tonight.”
The words hang in the air, heavy and electric, more command than suggestion.
James finally looks at Toto, not with the hostility of rivals, but with something else — reluctant agreement, shared intent. Then his gaze flicks back to you, searching, asking silently if you’ll fight this… or surrender.
And then James kisses you first, fierce and frustrated, and Toto doesn’t stop him. Instead, Toto steps behind you, his chest pressing to your back, his hands anchoring your waist. You’re trapped between them, every nerve in your body sparking to life.
“You drive us both mad, you know that?” James whispers against your mouth, his fingers gripping your jaw.
“She does,” Toto agrees, his voice rumbling low in your ear. “And now she’ll learn what happens when she pushes too far.”
Your knees buckle as Toto’s hand slides down, rough against your thigh, pushing your legs apart. James kisses you harder, swallowing your gasp, while Toto’s fingers stroke between your legs with deliberate patience.
“Too clever for your own good,” Toto murmurs, his accent curling around the words like velvet.
“Our brilliant little engineer,” James adds, softer, almost reverent, as though he can’t decide if he wants to praise you or devour you.
Their hands are on you before you can breathe — practiced, deliberate, tugging at fabric, loosening, slipping away. Buttons undone by Toto’s long fingers with precise efficiency, your blouse falling open as if it was never meant to stay closed around you. James’s touch is slower, lingering, sliding your skirt higher until the hem bunched at your waist.
You gasp as Toto lifts you effortlessly, setting you on the desk as papers scatter across the floor. His body cages yours, his mouth grazing your jaw while James kneels between your thighs. Glasses slipping slightly down his nose, he pushes them back with one impatient hand before his palms smooth along your bare thighs, steadying, spreading, claiming.
“You see?” Toto rumbles against your ear, his hand sliding firmly over your stomach, keeping you pressed down. “So brilliant in the garage. But here...” His thumb brushes the edge of your bra, tugging it lower until the fabric gives, your breast spilling free into his palm. “...here you’re just ours to study.”
James exhales, low and shaky, his breath fanning hot against your skin as his hands cup your hips, holding them open like a prize he refuses to let slip away. His lips hover, not yet touching, the anticipation making your pulse thunder.
Your body trembles under both of them, every inch alive, every nerve strung tight between Toto’s rough control above and James’s poised focus below.
Toto leans over you from behind, his mouth finding your chest. His tongue flicks over your nipple before sucking hard, pulling a sharp gasp from your throat. His other hand presses flat against your stomach, keeping you still as James lowers his head.
The first stroke of his tongue makes you jolt, your hands clawing at the desk. James hums low against you, the vibration making your thighs shake, while Toto bites gently at your breast before soothing the sting with his tongue.
“Look at you,” Toto murmurs against your skin, his voice dark and commanding. “Spread open, already shaking for us. Breathe, Schatz. You’re going to take everything tonight.”
James glances up at you briefly, his eyes dark, his mouth glistening. “So beautiful,” he says hoarsely. “I could stay here forever, tasting you, hearing you fall apart on my tongue.”
Your back arches, a cry spilling from your lips, but Toto’s hand closes around your throat, not choking, just holding, forcing your gaze up to his. His eyes burn into yours, steady, unyielding, while James works you mercilessly below, his mouth and tongue driving you closer with every movement.
“Too loud already?” Toto taunts softly, his teeth grazing your jaw. “We’ve barely started. You’re ours tonight, remember that.”
“That’s it,” James adds, his voice muffled but desperate, “give me those sounds. Don’t hold back.”
The two of them pull you apart piece by piece, Toto sucking and biting at your breasts until the ache is almost unbearable, James devouring your pussy with relentless precision. The pressure coils tighter and tighter, your body trembling, your hands gripping at anything to keep grounded.
“Come for us,” Toto growls against your ear, his thumb stroking your jaw, his grip on your throat firm but reassuring. “Good girl. Let go. Take it for us.”
The orgasm crashes through you, violent and overwhelming, your whole body shuddering under their touch. James doesn’t stop, humming with satisfaction as you convulse against his mouth, while Toto whispers, “Good girl”, his words blurring together as you dissolve completely.
When James finally pulls back, his lips are wet, his breathing ragged. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and looks at Toto, then back at you, his eyes burning.
“She tastes perfect,” he mutters, almost reverent.
Toto is still holding you, his grip around your throat easing only enough to let you breathe. His mouth brushes your ear, his voice low and sure.
“That was only the beginning, Schatz. Now you’ll take both of us.”
Your pulse stutters. You glance between them, Toto’s commanding presence beside you, James’s lean, hungry frame in front of you. The air is too thick, your body already raw and shaking, but the need only claws deeper.
Toto kisses you hard, stealing what breath you have left, while James pushes your knees wider, stepping between them. His hands slide to your hips, his voice hoarse, reverent.
“She’s ready.”
“Of course she is,” Toto growls against your lips, his accent sharper now, roughened with need. “Our brilliant little engineer, always eager to prove she can handle anything.”
James’s breath shudders as his hands fumble briefly with his zipper. The sound of it lowering fills the charged air, followed by the heavy thud of him freeing himself — already hard, already leaking, his cock flushed and straining. He strokes himself once, twice, before pressing the thick head against your folds.
Your body jerks at the first touch, heat sparking where he circles lazily, the blunt head dragging across your clit in deliberate, teasing strokes. Every pass makes you gasp into Toto’s mouth, your moan swallowed by his kiss as his hand tightens in your hair.
“My God…” James mutters under his breath, watching the way you tremble. “So wet...” He drags himself lower, nudging your entrance, smearing himself in your slickness, rolling the swollen head against your opening until your thighs twitch.
Toto growls in approval, his mouth moving to your throat, biting lightly at your pulse.
“Don’t tease her too long, James. She’ll unravel before we’ve even started.”
James finally braces himself, his hips already press forward. The thick head stretches you, and then he slides in, slow at first, until your cry tears free, only to be caught by Toto’s mouth crashing against yours again.
James curses softly, gripping your hips tighter. “God, you feel… so good.” His words trail into a broken groan.
Toto watches you both like a man feeding his hunger through the sight, his hand sliding down to your breast, squeezing, pinching your nipple until you whimper into his kiss. His voice is low, reverent and possessive all at once.
“Look at her, James. Perfect, isn’t she?”
James’s jaw tightens, his rhythm steadying as he thrusts deeper. “Perfect doesn’t begin to cover it.”
Your body arches, caught between their touches, James driving into you with deliberate power, Toto keeping you pinned, whispering into your ear.
“You’ll take him now,” Toto murmurs, biting lightly at your neck, “and then you’ll take me. Every inch. Every command. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
You can’t answer, only moan, your nails clawing at the wood beneath you.
“Say it,” Toto presses, his hand tightening on your throat just enough to bring your eyes to his. “Tell me you want us.”
“I want you,” you gasp, broken, tears pricking your eyes. “Both of you. Please.”
The approval in Toto’s smile is devastating. He kisses you again, harder this time, before pulling back just enough to growl, “Good girl.”
James thrusts faster, his restraint slipping, his breath ragged as he braces himself on the desk. You’re spiralling, every nerve burning, when Toto steps away just long enough to strip fully, his belt hitting the floor with a snap that makes your whole body shiver.
“You’ll take me from behind while James fills you from the front,” he says simply, his voice like steel. “And you won’t stop until we’re both finished.”
The command sends another rush of heat through you, stronger than anything else.
Because Toto doesn’t just command, he claims. After those words, he sinks onto the wide sofa like a king on his throne, his eyes fixed on you with quiet hunger.
James doesn’t even falter. Still buried inside you, he lifts you easily, his arms solid, his mouth brushing your ear.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, kissing just beneath your jaw, “and you have no idea what you’re doing to us.”
Your body trembles as he carries you across the room. When he lowers you onto Toto’s lap, your breath shatters, because you can feel him immediately, the thick press of his cock against your ass, the sheer promise of what’s coming.
Toto’s hands grip your hips, spreading you wider, forcing you to sit fully on him. He leans in, his lips grazing your ear.
“Relax, Schatz. Breathe for me. Good girl. You’ll take both of us now.”
James doesn’t wait. He leans down, his mouth wrapping around your nipple, sucking hard until your back arches, his teeth scraping just enough to make you cry out.
“Feel her,” James mutters against your chest, his voice rough. “She’s dripping for us.”
Toto chuckles low, his breath hot on your neck.
“Of course she is. She was made for this. For us.”
And then you feel it, his hand spreading you wider, two fingers smearing his spit and your slickness around the tight ring of muscle, working it open slowly. He doesn’t rush, he circles first, then presses, making sure you’re coated, ready. The blunt head of his cock drags over you deliberately, gathering more wetness, sliding lower until it rests right against your ass. He strokes himself there, slicking every inch, grunting low in his chest as he does it.
The first push makes you gasp, the burn sharp, stretching you in a way that has your whole body trembling. Toto’s hand clamps around your thigh, grounding you, while his other hand closes firmly around your throat, tilting your head back so your eyes stay locked on his.
“Breathe,” he orders, voice steel wrapped in that heavy Austrian accent. “That’s it. Take me. Take us. Good girl.”
The moan that rips out of you is broken, half-plea, half-surrender, because in that moment, James drives into you from the front, deep and relentless, while Toto presses harder behind, sliding inch by inch until the two of them fill you completely.
Your body clenches, shaking violently with the stretch, every nerve on fire. The rhythm builds slowly, then faster, James’s hips slamming against you as Toto grinds in behind, the overwhelming pressure leaving you wrecked, sobbing into the air.
“Scheiße…” Toto groans against your ear, his chest pressed to your back. “So fucking tight. Taking both of us like you were born for it.”
James lifts his head, his mouth glistening from your breast, his eyes dark and wild.
“Look at her, Toto,” he growls, thrusting harder. “She loves it. She’s ours.”
Toto growls in your ear, his lips curling into a wicked smile.
“Ours. All fucking ours. Our clever little engineer…” His thrusts sync with James’s, every movement dragging you higher, making you cry out until the sound doesn’t even feel like your own voice.
Pinned between them, stretched to the limit, drowning in their praise, you can only obey. Only surrender.
The pressure coils until you’re crying out, your voice raw. Toto clamps his hand around your throat again, forcing your head back against his chest, his lips brushing your ear.
“Come for us. Right now. Be a good girl and let go.”
And you do, your orgasm rips through you, violent, uncontrollable, your nails clawing at James’s shoulders as your whole body trembles.
“Good girl,” Toto growls into your ear, his thrusts brutal, unrelenting even as your body convulses helplessly. “Scream for us. Show us how much you love being split open.”
James curses, his pace breaking, his forehead pressed to yours.
“So fucking tight.. God, she’s squeezing me... can’t...fuck...” His groan is guttural, desperate, as he drives deep and loses control, his whole body trembling against you.
The sensation of him spilling inside you drags another cry from your lips, your body twitching from aftershocks. And then Toto slams forward one last time, a savage growl vibrating in your ear as he grips your hips hard enough to bruise.
“Do you feel it, Schatz? Both of us inside you. Filling you, owning you.”
The words tear through you, the heat of both of them overwhelming, unbearable. A second orgasm rips free before you can stop it, sharper and harder than the first. You sob against James’s chest, every nerve raw, your voice broken as Toto rides you through it.
“Yes,” he snarls, biting at your neck, “take it all. Every drop. You’re ours.”
Toto’s rhythm grows ragged, his groans deepening as he drives into you one last time. With a sharp, “Scheiße…” his whole body tenses, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he spills inside you. The feeling of it — hot, heavy, joining what James already gave you, makes you sob brokenly against James’s chest, every muscle shuddering until you collapse in their arms.
For a long moment, none of you move. You’re pinned between them, sweat-slick, trembling, the only sounds your uneven breaths and the faint hum of the lights above.
James softens first. He presses gentle kisses along your shoulder, his lips slow and reverent, his hands stroking down to your hips and over your ass, soothing where minutes ago they had gripped you hard enough to bruise.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, voice hoarse but tender. “So damn beautiful.”
Toto loosens his hold, his hand sliding down to caress your hip, grounding you. He leans forward, pressing his lips to your damp hair, his voice low, warm, filled with a pride that makes your chest ache.
“Perfekt, Schatz. You did perfectly. Better than I imagined.”
You melt between them, boneless, safe in the strange cocoon of their arms.
After a while, Toto’s mouth curls into a smile against your temple.
“Next time you two feel like arguing,” he murmurs, a teasing edge creeping into his voice, “we can settle it like this instead.”
James huffs a laugh, still stroking your back. “Next time? I don’t think we’ll need you for that, Toto.”
That earns a deep chuckle from the Austrian. He pulls back enough to look at James over your shoulder, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
“Ah, James. Don’t fool yourself. You don’t stand a chance against me.”
James only smirks, pressing another kiss to your shoulder. Toto’s hand stays steady on your hip, his lips soft against your hair. Between their banter, their touches, the warmth of their bodies against yours, you can finally breathe again, spent, undone, and utterly theirs.
Sins of the Wolffs | #6 Ashes Between Us || 7/7 || The Final Lap
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❋ pairing: Toto Wolff x Susie Wolff x fem!driver
❋ chapter summary: Alex take her final race in Abu Dhabi. Then she goes home. To love. To Tuscany. To them. In the golden hush of olives and wine, they claim each other again. Their family, chaotic and real, finally complete.
❋ warnings: smut, smut with feelings, explicit smut, MFF threesome, polyamory, age gap (20s,40s,50s), bisexual female, oral sex (F and M giving and receiving), lesbian sex, triangle sex MFF, dark romance, possessive behavior, dirty talk, boss/employee, dominance and submission, angst, power imbalance, emotional manipulation, dominant and protective Toto, protective Susie, found family
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a/n: here you go, last chapter and epilogue of the Series! Grand Finale ❤️
Chapter 7: The Final Lap
The sun over Abu Dhabi was slowly dipping beneath the horizon, painting the sky in shades of deep purple. At Yas Marina Circuit, the lights were already ablaze, sharp, white, unforgiving. This was the finale. The last dance of the season. And... Alex's last.
She was starting from pole position. She had not spoken a word all Sunday. No jokes. No smiles for the cameras. Just a steely gaze from behind the tinted visor of her helmet. Toto was watching the broadcast from the Alps, from a private clinic in Zurich, still under medical supervision. Jack sat beside him, eyes fixed on the screen, hypnotized. Susie was there in person, in an FIA-branded suit, her expression more serious than ever. She knew she had to remain impartial. But the heart does not follow protocol.
Alex launched like a rocket. Max held the pace, tried to match her, but he knew. Today, she drove like someone who had saved nothing for later. As if her body and the machine had fused into one. As if all the pain of the year, all the losses, all the broken loves, had been converted into sheer speed.
When she crossed the finish line, she did not scream. She did not raise her fist.
She simply closed her eyes. And in the radio, just a whisper:
"It's over."
World Champion. Her second and final title. The most beautiful.
Toto stood up from his chair. He said nothing.
Jack looked up at him.
"She won, Dad!"
And in Toto's eyes, something returned. Something unseen for months. A smile. Joy. And pride. A pride that burned through his chest like fire.
*
The podium was bathed in floodlights. The crowd roared. Alex stood at the center, in her Aston Martin race suit, hair wet from champagne and sweat. When the German anthem began to play, her hands began to tremble. Then her shoulders. And finally, the tears began to fall down her cheeks. Unhidden. Unwiped.
She cried. For everything it had cost her to stand there. For every sleepless night. For every loss. For those who loved her... and those she had pushed away.
Susie stood beside her, holding the trophy.
There was a smile on her face — professional, measured. But her eyes... her eyes said something else entirely.
She stepped forward and handed Alex the trophy.
Alex's hands wrapped around it with force, as if she wanted to disappear inside it. For a moment, their fingers touched.
Then Susie whispered only, "I am proud of you."
Alex looked at her through tears. And said nothing. Only nodded.
It was enough.
*
The press conference was brief.
Alex appeared in a plain black T-shirt and jeans. No makeup. Her eyes heavy with exhaustion, her posture calm, calm in the way that speaks louder than a thousand words.
"I just want to thank you all," she began. "For the support. For the criticism. For every second of this madness."
She paused.
"This was my last race in Formula 1."
The room froze.
"Leaving in glory tastes the sweetest. And I have already proven everything I ever needed to. To myself. And to the world."
Questions flooded the room. But she simply thanked them again, and left, while the paddock exploded around her. There were tears, applause, embraces.
Max was the first to approach. He wrapped his arms around her — tight, tender.
"I knew you would do it. And that you would leave like a queen." He kissed her temple. "Thank you for letting me be a part of this story."
"Thank you for being there," she replied. "But now... I'm going home. To them."
Max nodded.
And then she walked away. Not in a blaze of glory. Not in noise or on the shoulders of the crowd.
It was her story. And its ending was not a defeat. It was a choice. A return. To them. To her family.
Tuscany | two days later
The air smelled of wine and of fresh bread. Tuscany, their place. Their haven. As the sun dipped behind the hills and the olives on the table gleamed with oil, Jack's laughter echoed all the way to the old vineyards.
Alex had come back. Home. To Tuscany. To them.
Not as a star. Not as a champion. Not as the sensation of the season.
But as a woman who had won something greater than a title. Herself.
Dinner was simple. Tomatoes from the garden, fresh ravioli, a chocolate cake that Alex had baked herself with Jack, in one of those moments when she truly felt she was living for something more than just speed. For them. For love.
Toto was half-reclined on the couch under the wide-armed cypress, wrapped in a light blanket, holding a glass of orange juice. Still pale, still cautious with his movements, but present. Though the surgery was behind him, he was still recovering. A shadow of fatigue lingered under his eyes, but the smile did not leave his face. Especially now, with Alex so near. She lay curled into him, as if trying to melt into his body, as if every second without him had been a loss. Her leg rested on his, and her hand on his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heart. Their hearts.
Alex had not left his side since they departed the clinic. On the plane, her head rested on his shoulder. In the car, his hand on her thigh. At night, his breath on her neck. She was like a shadow, a sentinel, a breath close to the heart. Not because she had to. But because, at last... she could.
Susie sat across from them with a glass of wine in her hand, watching the scene with a smile full of warmth and tenderness. Jack, who had fallen asleep just moments earlier after a day filled with laughter and play, was now tucked into bed, covered by Alex and kissed goodnight by Toto. It was a night for family, the kind built not of ease, but of pain, forgiveness, and love that had withstood everything.
"I never thought I would live through it," Toto said quietly, running his hand through Alex's hair. "And now... I have both of you. Here. With me. And that is more than I ever imagined."
Alex looked up, her green eyes shining in the soft light of the lanterns strung above the terrace.
"And I never thought I would stop aching," she whispered. "But ever since I came back... the emptiness is gone. You are here. Both of you."
Susie leaned toward them, resting her forehead against Alex's and kissing her gently on the temple.
"We were. We are. And we will be. Together," she said with that steady certainty that made her the kind of woman the world trusted. And more than anyone, Alex and Toto.
The silence that followed was not empty. It was full. As if each of them could hear the beat of the same heart, shared now between three.
Toto pulled Alex closer and pressed his lips to her temple.
"I still cannot believe you are here," he said.
"I was always here. I just got lost," she whispered.
"Since the day you came back, I have not let you out of my arms," he murmured. "And I will not."
"Good," she breathed. "Because I am not going anywhere."
In the background, soft Italian ballads from decades past played gently. A warm breeze moved the curtains. The wine on the table shimmered in deep crimson. Susie raised her glass.
"To our family. Twisted, imperfect. But real. And stronger than ever."
Toto raised an eyebrow.
"Twisted is the kindest word for it."
Alex laughed and clinked her glass gently against Susie's.
"To the family you choose. And never abandon."
Susie looked at them as if she had finally remembered how to breathe.
"You know," she said, "you are beautiful chaos. But it is the most beautiful chaos I have ever lived in."
Toto looked at her, then at Alex. In his eyes was something no one can buy, and no one can reclaim once it is lost, the feeling of purpose.
"Now we can do anything," he said.
And Alex answered, "We do not need to. Because we have everything."
The silence that followed the toast lingered, as if none of them dared disturb it. As if even one word could tip the delicate balance of a moment built on trust, tenderness, and second chances.
Susie leaned back in her chair, sipping her wine.
"Do you remember when we said we would only live here for a little while, just to be close to Alex for a bit?" she glanced at Toto with a faint smile. "And then we would go back to work, back to Monaco, back to that endless race against time?"
"I remember," he said. "And I remember the first time Jack said he could breathe better here."
Alex smiled, curled into Toto's side.
"I breathe here like nowhere else. For the first time in years, I do not have to be anyone else. I do not have to fight. I do not have to run."
"Because you are home," Susie said. "Here, you do not have to prove anything."
For a moment, they were quiet. The lantern light danced across their glasses, and the shadows swayed gently, as if they, too, were listening.
"I have been thinking lately," Toto said. "About how much had to fall apart, just so it could come together again. Differently. Better. More truthfully."
Susie leaned slightly toward him.
"I do not know if it is better. But it is... more conscious. That I know."
Alex kissed his shoulder.
"And I used to think we would never sit at the same table again. But now..." She looked at them both, her gaze calm. "Now I cannot imagine any other reality."
Susie stood slowly, set her glass on the table, and walked over to them. Her gaze was soft, and her touch gentle as she laid a hand on Toto's shoulder.
"Let's go," she whispered. "It is time."
Toto looked at her, then at Alex.
"I am tired. But I do not want this night to end."
"It is not ending," Alex said, rising. "We are just moving it somewhere quieter."
Alex reached for Susie's hand, then extended hers to Toto.
"You are ours. And now we are taking you to bed. No discussion."
"Medically justified," Susie added with a smirk. "The doctors prescribed rest. Affection. Calm."
"And blood pressure monitoring," Alex said. "Which, by the way, might spike any moment now."
Toto sighed theatrically, but his eyes sparkled.
"You two are impossible."
Toto let them help him up. Not because he lacked the strength, but because here, with them, he no longer needed to prove anything.
Their hands intertwined like puzzle pieces — familiar, certain. Susie on one side, Alex on the other. Slowly, step by step, they guided him down the hallway of the villa, where the walls remembered everything — screams, silence, tears, sighs.
The door to the bedroom opened, letting in the warm glow of the bedside lamps. The sheets were soft, freshly changed, and the air smelled faintly of lavender.
Toto sat down on the bed, leaning back against the headboard with a breath of relief.
"I never thought we would come back to this," he said, looking at them with something deeper than desire. With love. With gratitude. "And you... you are my home."
Alex took his face in her hands.
"We are. And we will stay. Tonight. Tomorrow. Until the end."
Susie stepped closer.
"Only now, let us care for you. The way you always cared for us."
He looked at them both, and though his eyes glistened for a moment, he smiled. He surrendered, for the first time in weeks, to a touch that did not bring pain, but peace.
Toto settled into the silk sheets, half-naked, head resting against the pillows, his body, though still weary, shivering with tension. He looked at them standing by the bed — Alex, her hair tousled, wearing a shirt that had slipped off one shoulder, and Susie, in a delicate, flesh-colored slip, the strap slipping slightly down her arm.
Alex moved first. She slid the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She stood before him, naked, vulnerable in her confidence, her eyes glowing with heat. She climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips. She began to kiss his neck, slowly, methodically, as if retracing a map she had memorized long ago.
"Tonight, you are ours," she whispered against his chest. "Only ours."
Susie knelt behind him. Her hands slipped beneath his arms, caressing the tense muscles before she leaned in and took his earlobe into her mouth.
"Let yourself be loved," she murmured.
Toto closed his eyes. Their touch was unlike anything before — confident, intense, in perfect harmony. Alex leaned forward, brushing her nipples over his chest, teasing him, feeling his body stir beneath her. Harden for her. Return to her. Susie's hands slid along his thighs, then lower, between his legs — deliberate, practiced, tender — touching his growing arousal.
Their bodies moved around him in one rhythm — tongues, fingers, breaths.
Alex shifted, her nipples brushing his lips. Toto took them into his mouth, sucking slowly, deeply, holding her breasts in his hands. She moaned, rocking her hips, feeling him growing harder beneath her, pulsing with readiness.
She did not wait. She guided him to her. Slowly, she sank down, taking him inch by inch. Toto groaned — loud, guttural. Alex too. It was deep. Full. Their bodies completely joined. Toto let out a low sound as he felt her around him — so tight, so wet. He closed his eyes.
And she began to move. Slowly at first, but with growing strength, growing hunger. Her movements were fluid, full of tension. She rode him like a woman who knew every contour of his body, every place that could make him come undone. Her hands pressed against his chest, and as she leaned over him, her hair fell around his face.
Toto gripped her hips, guiding her movements. Harder. Deeper. He sucked one breast, then the other. He pulled her against him as if he still could not believe she was his again.
"Mein Gott..." Toto gasped. "Alex... you have no idea how much I missed you..."
Susie slid behind him, wrapped her arms around his chest, whispered into his ear. Her breasts pressed against his back, her hands caressing his sides, his hips, his thighs.
In that moment, they were one. A triangle of emotion. A triangle of desire. A triangle of love that no longer needed definitions.
"Look at me, Toto... mein König..." Alex said, her voice hoarse. "Look at me. Look how I look when I belong only to you."
"You are beautiful..." he stammered, breath catching as she sank onto him again. "So fucking beautiful when you take me like that..."
His hands clutched her hips, guiding her slowly.
Susie kissed his neck from behind, then moved to the side to watch, to watch Alex take him, to see his cock disappear into her again and again, to see Alex's body ride him in ecstatic rhythm.
Toto gripped her hips tighter and thrust harder. Her moan was wild. She leaned forward, hands braced against his chest, speeding up the pace.
Toto drew her nipples back into his mouth, one after the other. Sucked them deep, hard. Alex cried out, her hips moving faster.
"Yes... just like that..." she whispered, her voice shaking with pleasure. "I missed you so much."
Aroused by the sight, Susie moved closer. She sat behind Alex, kissed her neck, caressed her stomach, then her ass, then between her thighs. The three of them moved like one living organism.
"I love you..." Alex whispered into Toto's ear, his hands tightening on her hips. "And you too..." she added, looking back at Susie. "You are everything I want."
Susie wrapped her arms around her from behind, resting her chin on Alex's shoulder.
"Make love to him like only you can. I want to watch. I want to remember this for the rest of my life."
Toto was close. So close. His breathing rough, his body straining with every movement of hers.
Alex came first. She cried out, trembling, her body locking up, shaking violently, her head thrown back. Toto thrust into her deeper and then came with her — quiet, but fierce. Their breaths overlapped. Their bodies trembled, together.
Alex curled into him instantly, tightly, as if she wanted to disappear inside his body, to hide within his warmth. Toto wrapped his arms around her, holding her as close as he could, kissing her forehead, her temples, her hair.
"You're here. You're mine," he whispered. "And I'm not letting you go."
"I'm not going anywhere," she answered, still on top of him, still joined with him.
Susie lay beside them. Her hands stroked their backs, her lips pressed soft kisses — first on him, then on her. Her tenderness was gentle. Certain.
"Because we're a family," Susie said, her palm resting against his chest.
"And no one can take that from us now," added Alex, kissing the corner of his mouth. "I love you. Both of you."
"We love you too," Susie replied.
"To the end," Toto said, pulling them both in tighter, as if he could trap the moment between his hands.
And that night, for the first time in a very long time, they fell asleep not with longing, but with fullness.
Because love... had come home.
Three Months Later
The world kept moving. The new Formula 1 season was in full swing. Engines roared again, the paddock pulsed with fresh energy, and Susie Wolff, with the determination and smile of a woman who had nothing left to prove, stood at the helm of the FIA.
Today, she watched the Australian Grand Prix from the starting grid, dressed in ivory, dark sunglasses on, earpiece tucked in, as if she had been born to command attention. And though her face was composed, a quiet pang stirred inside her, a memory of the years she had stood in pit lane as part of something greater. Today, she was that something.
Across the world, in a private villa in Tuscany, two other souls watched the same race on a glowing screen — naked, unhurried, wrapped in sheets still warm from the heat they had just made together.
The villa was silent, save for the murmur of the TV commentator. On the screen, the first race of the season unfolded — Max Verstappen, flawless as ever, extending his lead lap after lap.
Alex and Toto lay together in bed. The air smelled of coffee, sweat, sex, and calm.
Alex rested on her stomach, propped on her elbows, her cheek leaning against one hand. Her skin was sun-kissed, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders. Toto lay beside her, one hand resting on her ass, with no urge to move, no need to be anywhere else.
"He really is not going to let anyone pass, is he?" Alex mumbled, stretching lazily against him.
"Apparently not," Toto chuckled, resting his chin on her shoulder. "If he could, he'd probably overtake himself."
"Well, at least someone's still racing seriously," she teased, glancing at him through half-lidded eyes.
"Hey," he lifted a brow. "I'm still racing. Against time. And against my own metabolism."
They both laughed.
On screen, the camera cut to Susie — FIA president, composed, focused, commanding. Toto smiled with quiet pride.
"And to think... Susie's sitting there now, all in white, in the FIA box, with her laptop and bodyguards. Our very own queen of motorsport."
"Hell of a career," Alex murmured, lifting herself onto one elbow. "And us? We're just lying here like misbehaved retirees."
"Speak for yourself. I feel very productive. Especially today," Toto replied with faux seriousness, kissing her shoulder.
They fell silent again, listening to the distant roar of engines echoing from the screen.
"Do you miss it?" Toto asked softly.
"Maybe a little," she admitted. "But now... now I get to give something I never could before. Time. To myself. To Susie. To you. To us... And while Susie runs the world, I get to be the one who looks after you."
"Looks after me?" he lifted a brow. "That's an interesting word for what last night looked like."
"You were supposed to moan with pleasure, not analyze my vocabulary."
They laughed again.
Toto shifted closer, resting his chin on her shoulder, his gaze full of a tenderness that had never dulled.
Alex turned and laid on top of him, her chin resting on his chest.
"Finally, I get to be yours. Not just between races."
He wrapped his arms around her tightly.
"Do you remember the first time you came to Mercedes? As a reserve? Wound tight like a spring, with that look in your eyes that said 'no one's going to break me'?"
Alex laughed.
"I remember. You were behind the desk like some arrogant king. And me... I was nobody. And then..."
"And then I fucked you in the office like a complete asshole," Toto said, his voice low, almost sheepish.
Alex smiled, placing her hands on his chest.
"Mhm. Definitely a dominant asshole. You dragged me into the office. Dominant, confident... and I was terrified. And fascinated. And then... your proposal. You and Susie. That first time..."
"It was meant to be a whim," Toto whispered, trailing his hand slowly down her back. "Something to reignite our marriage. I never thought you would be the one to unravel the entire world I built out of fear and control. That you would become... everything. We never planned to fall in love. We never planned that you... would make us a family again."
Alex held him tighter.
Toto took her hand and reached beneath the pillow. He pulled out a small black box.
Alex froze. Her eyes found his.
Toto opened the box, revealing a simple ring — gold, with a tiny emerald set into it. Their colors. Her eyes.
"I know we will never be married in the light of day..." he said softly. "But to me, you are. My wife. In my heart. Forever."
He slid the ring onto her finger.
Alex said nothing. Her eyes welled with tears.
"Toto..."
"You do not have to say anything," he whispered, clasping her hand. "To the world, you can be anyone you want. But to me... you are my wife. My choice. My home."
Her tears did not need music or applause.
"Yes," she said hoarsely. "I have been for a long time. And I will be."
She leaned over him. Kissed him first gently, then with growing intensity. Their bodies moved closer again, as if, after that vow, they were rediscovering each other anew.
Somewhere in the background, Verstappen was winning another race. But in that bedroom — in that villa, in that family, they had just won everything.
Alex lay back, and Toto settled between her thighs, not breaking the kiss.
He rose up on his elbows, leaned over her, and without a word brushed a strand of hair from her face. Their eyes met — warm, swollen with trust and want.
"You are beautiful," he said softly, leaning down. "And mine."
He kissed her slowly. First her mouth. Then her neck, her collarbones, until he reached her breasts.
He paused. Cupped one in his hand, and touched the nipple with his tongue. Gently.
Alex sighed.
"Toto..." she whispered.
He began to suck — slow, purposeful. Then the other. Her back arched, her hand reached for his hair, as if trying to pull him closer.
Toto slid his hand down her thigh, his eyes locked with hers. He looked at her for a long moment, as though memorizing every detail, the trembling of her lower lip, the dilation of her pupils, the quickening of her breath.
"You are most beautiful when you wait," he whispered, kissing her collarbone.
Alex lay beneath him, open, vulnerable, trusting. She surrendered to his touch without resistance.
His tongue circled the skin just above where she needed him most. He was deliberate. He was patient. As if pleasure were a ritual, not a reaction.
His mouth met her heat.
Alex gasped. The first kiss was soft. Then deeper. His tongue moved in slow, maddening spirals.
Her hips lifted. One hand tangled in his hair, the other gripped the sheets.
"Toto..." she moaned. "Toto, please... do not drag this out..."
But he did not stop.
He breathed between her thighs, licking her with a tenderness that drove her to the edge of madness.
"Toto..." her voice broke. "Fuck me. Now. Hard. Do not make me wait."
He looked up at her through half-lidded eyes. His gaze burned.
"Just how you like it?" he asked, his voice low, rough with hunger.
"Yes," she growled. "Exactly like that."
She was flushed, wet, her legs spreading wider, as if offering herself in worship, but with command in her eyes.
He rose, kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips.
"As you wish, meine Königin," he whispered.
Then he thrust into her in one decisive movement, ripping a cry from her chest. She wrapped her legs around him, pulled him deeper.
The rhythm was deep, relentless. His hips collided with her body with the force she craved. He led her, but he listened too. Every gasp, every whispered "more" between kisses gave him purpose.
"Deeper," she whispered. "Harder. Again."
He obeyed every command. But when he felt that tight, rising pressure in his gut, he pulled out, just for a moment. Flipped her over without a word, the way he knew she needed.
He placed her on her stomach, lifted her hips slightly, and entered her again — slow, deep, as if he meant to stay inside her forever.
Alex moaned into the pillow. Her body trembled with each deliberate thrust. She felt him, every inch. Every muscle's tension. Every ragged breath he drew.
Toto leaned over her, his chest brushing her bare back, kissing her shoulder blades. One hand gripped her hip, firm, possessive, claiming her. The other slid beneath her, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in time with his movements.
"Toto... I..." she stammered, her voice breaking under the weight of the rising climax.
"Shhh..." he whispered into her neck. "Soon. I want to feel you tighten around me."
She was close. Her entire core throbbed around him. The fire swelled, shot up her spine, threatening to tear her apart.
"Come for me," he growled, still buried inside her, his voice hoarse and commanding. "Let me feel you shatter around me, meine Königin..."
That broke her.
Her core exploded in pulses around his cock, and a tremor shot through her body from the nape of her neck to the tips of her toes. She moaned into the pillow, loud, almost a cry, his name torn from her lips as the wave of pleasure finally overtook her completely.
It was the end for him too.
He felt her clench around him — hot, shaking, wet. He thrust into her one last time, deep, all the way in. And then he broke.
"Scheiße... Alex..." he groaned, low, raw, caught somewhere between a curse and pure ecstasy. "Meine Kleine..."
He froze inside her, feeling his entire body empty into her in one sharp, devastating, endless release.
Their breathing battled the silence for long moments afterward.
Bodies trembling.
Alex gasped for air, her face buried in the pillow, her fingers clutching the sheets, knuckles white.
Toto collapsed onto her, still inside her, still warm. He kissed her shoulder. Then her neck. He said nothing. Neither did she.
And then, a whisper.
"Now you never have to let me go," she said softly, a smile etched somewhere between exhaustion and joy.
"Not even if you begged me to," he murmured just as quietly, brushing his lips over her neck.
They were together. In every cell. In every second.
Inside her. For her. With her.
Forever.
Epilogue (Final)
The island felt like a place out of time. Beyond hours and headlines. Beyond the noise. Beyond the eyes.
On the horizon, only blue. The beach was empty. Just them. Far from the world. Far from the cameras. Finally, safe.
Jack ran across the sand with his arms spread like wings. Toto chased after him with a mock sternness that dissolved into shared laughter, both of them collapsing into the sand like boys without burdens. The sea murmured gently, warm and calm, cradling their world in sound.
At the shoreline, shaded beneath a wide parasol, Susie and Alex lay on lounge chairs, their faces lit by something deeper than sunlight.
Alex, with a soft swell of pregnancy visible beneath her dress, tilted her head back and closed her eyes, letting the warm breeze carry the scent of salt and safety.
Beneath her ribs, life was blooming, a little girl they already loved more than language could contain.
Susie, wearing a straw hat and a loose linen shirt, gently stroked Alex's belly, her touch slow, reverent, a smile of deep tenderness on her lips.
"She's kicking now, you know," said Alex softly, placing a hand over her stomach.
Susie's smile deepened as she trailed her fingers across the taut skin.
"She is going to be the most spoiled child on this planet. And the most loved."
"And the most protected," Alex added with a quiet laugh. "Even if the whole world goes up in flames."
Toto returned from the water, his hair wet, skin kissed by salt, wide shoulders dusted with sand. He knelt beside them, pressing a kiss to Alex's lips, then to Susie's hand, and finally to the growing curve of the belly that carried their daughter.
"You're almost here now, kleine Prinzessin," he whispered. "Papa is here. And he will never let anything happen to you."
He pressed his ear to the bump, as if hoping to hear the rhythm of a tiny heart.
Then he looked up at them both.
"Everything we have is right here. And I will protect it. No matter what stands against us."
Alex placed her hand on the back of his neck. Susie rested hers on his shoulder.
They were together. Truly.
They knew they could not afford recklessness. They knew the world would never understand. That Susie, as the head of the FIA, had to keep up appearances. That Toto and Alex's reputations would forever teeter on a wire.
Susie now stood as one of the most powerful women in motorsport, the President of the FIA, the face of reform, the hope for the sport's future. Their love was a threat to her standing, her mission.
Their arrangement, their affection, it did not fit in any mold. The world would not want to comprehend it.
But they did not need comprehension.
They had their homes — their residences, their yacht, their island that Toto had purchased, surrounded by privacy, by silence, by breath.
Toto had hired the best. Ensured their privacy was unshakable.
And he was ready to defend it like a lion.
When evening fell, they sat together on the terrace. Jack was asleep, curled against Susie's side. Alex rested her head on Toto's shoulder.
Toto held them both close, his hand resting on the belly that carried his daughter.
Above them, the stars were not brighter than the quiet joy in their smiles.
Life had tested them. Taken from them. Broken them.
But what remained, was real. Love. Trust. A family that no one had managed to take away.
They did not need to be understood. It was enough that they were together. Forever.
They were at peace. Not because everything was easy. But because everything hard, they had already endured.
They were together. Not legally. Not officially. But in every fiber of their hearts, in every cell of their bodies, they were a family.
And no one had the right to take that from them.
And when the world said,
"This will never work."
They whispered back, "We have already won."
THE END of Sins of the Wolffs
Because not every love needs to be understood.
It only needs to be real ❤︎❤︎❤︎
A/N: And with this, Sins of the Wolffs comes to an end.
Thank you for reading, for feeling, for sharing this journey with me — it has meant so much. This story was passion, chaos, and love all tangled together, and I’m grateful you were here until the very last word.
— WhiteRaven87
