summary: having won his fourth world title, max finds no better time to tell your father that you're dating (and to maybe also get his blessing)
warnings: none (i think)
a/n: now that we finally have M4X (yipeeeeee), can we please get goatlonso back, preferably in the next few years (pls let the newey rocketship work)
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-> instagram
y/n_priv
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y/n_priv reactions after max told me he had told dad about us (he lied)
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blackdontcrack max stop sending your girlfriend into a heart attack, she's already getting one from your kids
fatherofthree she learnt that one from you and roscoe 💀
blackdontcrack HEY. my son is very well behaved
notnowinsnomore I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU WONT JUST TELL HIM, IT'S NOT THAT HARD MAX
fatherofthree DO YOU WANT TO TELL HIM FOR ME 🤨🤨🤨
notnowinsnomore NO???? DO YOU THINK I WANT TO DIE???
notnowinsnomore IT'S ALSO YOUR RELATIONSHIP, NOT MINE
honeyhoney you've got to give him like 10 years to process that you're even in the same social sphere as his daughter...good luck man
fatherofthree thanks dan 😖
fatherofthree padel later?
y/n_priv no? we have our date??? 😧😧😧
honeyhoney you beating up max now y/nnie?
y/n_priv 😁👍
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fatherofthree stopped her from becoming blonde and still got kisses xoxo
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notnowinsnomore that second picture is exactly is what's gonna put you on top of fernando's kill list
fatherofthree no it wont
notnowinsnomore yes it will
inchident_no1 yes it will
blackdontcrack yes it will
honeyhoney yes it will
ima5starmichelin yes it will
buzzlightyear yes it will
y/n_priv yes it will
fatherofthree ok maybe it will. but fernando doesn't need to know
inchident_no1 your rendition of my heart goes on is truly...
y/n_priv truly what CHARLES? say it with your pussy
fatherofthree YEAH WHAT SHE SAID
inchident_no1 rubbish 🙄
y/n_priv BOOOOOOO YOU'RE RUBBISH
y/n_priv
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y/n_priv PUTTING IT ALL ON BLACK! VIVA LAS VEGAS BABY 🤩 YOU ARE WELCOME TO JOIN US AT THE MGM UNTIL THURSDAY MORNING @/f1
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inchident_no1 should've bet on red 😉 wouldn't have lost you 100k
spicysugarbaby agreed 🤭
blackdontcrack well i SEVERELY disagree since we won 250k on the next spin on black so....
fatherofthree I LEAVE YOU ALONE WITH THEM FOR 10 MINUTES AND YOU'VE ALREADY BET 250K???
y/n_priv yeah but it's an investment babe 😘
antman can i join you guys? 🥺🥺🥺
y/n_priv not yet little kimi, in another three years (i think; i'll take you to the casino then myself ☺️)
y/n_priv and yes you too @/we_are_barebears
we_are_barebears YESSSSS 😌
f1 can i come over pls pls
y/n_priv of course admin ❤️
f1 yay 😁
-> messages
-> instagram
yourusername
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yourusername feeling right at home here, dressed and betting on red
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user1 HOLY LORD MOTHER IS FINALLY BACK TO SERVE CUNT IN THE PADDOCK 🥵🥵🥵
user2 the sexy spanish alonso genes are real with this one
yourusername i would hope so! 🥱
user3 istg ive never seen a spanish person look bad in red
user4 GOD REALLY GIVES US Y/N AS AN APOLOGY CAUSE HOW DOES SHE EXIST????
user5 she's literally a goddess on earth
user6 the face economy is unreal with her 😍
yourusername cant just be a nepo baby, gotta make papa proud 😘
user7 super hyped for vegas now that you're here with us y/n 🤩
user8 hopefully we see another alonso top 10 (i can copium for a top 6)
user9 he will literally dnf everyone if it means y/n gets to see him podium or win again (2023 was literally iconic)
yourusername papa will be ready to make stroll do crashgate 😉 (but i've asked him to refrain for this weekend)
user10 ya'll y/n's cooking 😌😌😌
user11 ERM ANYONE GONNA BRING UP PIC 3 CAUSE....
user12 YA'LL GIRLIE I WAS GONNA SAY THE SAME THING
user13 who's that @/yourusername 🤨
user14 who's that @/yourusername 🤨
yourusername no comment 🥺👉👈
user15 whoever that is do be looking fine affff
user16 also probably fearing for his life, considering she's got like ten godfathers and then over twenty drivers ready to bash a man for her 💀💀💀
user17 THE FERRARI AURA IS STRONG WITH THIS ONE 😆
fernandoalo_oficial who's that princessa
yourusername i will tell you soon papa 😁
maxverstappen1
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maxverstappen1 suited up and ready to take on vegas. 💪 bring on the race 🎰
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user18 STILL COOKING WITH A SLIGHTLY COOKED CAR, LETS GET TITLE NUMBER 4 💪💪💪
user19 literally salivating over pic one, cause he's so fine 🥵
user20 waiting for "2024 fia f1 world champion is max verstappen"
user21 SIMPLY LOVELY PUTTING YOURSELF INTO A STRONG POSITION
user22 getting the ladies i see in pic two 🤣
user23 he knows what he wants, and what he's going to get afterwards 😏
user24 VIVA LAS VEGASSSSSS, GETTING READY TO RUMBLE
-> twitter
-> irl
as max stepped out of the cockpit of his red bull - his gloved hands trembling slightly - he could feel the relief coursing through him, palpable even under the thick layers of his racing suit and balaclava. the cold autumn air nipped at his damp skin, but he barely noticed, lost in the overwhelming rush of emotions.
after a very, very long season, filled with challenges both in and out of the car, he had finally done it…he had won his fourth world championship.
as he stood there under the vegas lights, savoring this triumphant moment in front of the roaring crowd, his thoughts drifted to you.
throughout the year, your presence had always been a beacon amidst the chaos, a constant reminder of what truly mattered to him beyond the roar of engines and the glare of millions of fans. as he ran towards his team, his chest pounding and blood rushing in his ears, he thought of your earlier message, and his heart swelled with affection for you. he knew now was finally the perfect opportunity to share his love for you with the rest of the world.
as you watched max leap into the waiting arms of his jubilant crew, who slapped his back, clapping and cheering, chanting his name, you tried furiously to blink away the tears. your boyfriend had finally achieved his fourth world title, and he was making both of your wishes come true.
walking over to the other drivers, max felt the hand of another behind him. turning around, the butterflies in his stomach heaved once again, coming face to face with your father, fernando alonso. max's exuberant gaze locked onto the figure before him, and as their eyes met, max felt the familiar flutter of nervousness in his chest, a sensation he'd grown accustomed to whenever thinking of you and your father.
"max," fernando greeted him warmly, extending a strong hand. "congratulations. you've earned every bit of this championship." max clapped his hand firmly, trying to hide the slight tremble behind his grin. "thank you, fernando,”
max blushed for a second, as fernando leant up to pinch his cheeks, while also grinning widely at him. as fernando's gaze lingered on max, he thought for a second that he had found out about the two of you, and was instead ready to pull him by the cheek in for a very obvious threat and kick to the balls.
"i must say," fernando began, his tone sincere, "you've shown remarkable resilience this season. much like myself. i hope to see you continue working hard for many years," his words carried a hint of approval.
max swallowed hard, his mind racing, as he opened his mouth to speak.
“i-i’m dating your daughter,” max’s heart pounded in his chest, the words tumbling from his lips before he could stop them. fernando’s expression remained jubilant, but there was a glimmer of something unreadable in his eyes. the air between them seemed to crackle with tension.
“i…i didn’t know she was seeing someone,” fernando said slowly, his voice low and controlled, as he waved to the crowd, whilst pulling max towards the other drivers. there was no denying the facts now – fernando knew about their relationship. and while max couldn’t read the older man’s thoughts, he felt a surge of nervous energy course through him. would this revelation change things? between him and fernando?
as if sensing his turmoil, fernando turned back around abruptly, causing max to jump slightly.
fernando studied max intently, his expression unreadable. then, slowly, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "but i'm glad to hear that it's you max. my daughter deserves nothing less than the best."
with those words, fernando extended his hand once more, this time with a newfound warmth that spoke volumes. max grasped it firmly, sealing a silent pact between them. as they released their grip, fernando placed a hand on max's shoulder, pulling him in. "but listen closely mijo," he said, still grinning but his voice low and conspiratorial, "you mess with my daughter, and i will not hesitate to run you off the track or run you over. if you care for her, then show her that she's your number one priority, both on and off the track."
max felt a chill run down his spine at fernando's warning, but he also sensed a strange kind of respect behind it. this was a man who protected his family fiercely, and max wanted nothing more than to earn his place within that circle.
"yes, sir," he replied fervently, meeting fernando's intense stare head-on. "she is my priority, always. i promise you, i'll do whatever it takes to make her happy and keep her safe." fernando studied him for a long moment, searching for any sign of doubt. finally, he gave a curt nod, releasing max's shoulder.
"alright then," he said, "just remember what i told you. and welcome to the family, officially." as fernando walked away, max took a deep breath, his mind already racing. he glanced around at the celebrating crowd, their faces alight with joy and admiration, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within him.
but more than anything, max yearned to share this moment with you, to bask in the glow of his victory together and celebrate the love that had sustained him throughout the season. max scanned the bustling crowd, his eyes searching for a glimpse of your familiar features amidst the sea of faces. spotting you lingering nervously near the red bull personnel, he pushed through the throng of people, making a beeline directly for you. as he drew nearer, you couldn't help but notice the look of pure adoration etched across his handsome features. his dark hair was damp with sweat, his broad shoulders still trembling slightly from the exertion of the race. but his eyes shone brightly with triumph and something far warmer - his love for you.
"y/n!" he called out, his voice ringing above the din of the party. pulling you through the celebrating crowd, he wrapped you up in a crushing embrace, lifting you off your feet. you melted into his embrace, pouring every ounce of your joy, pride, and adoration into it.
your laughter mingled with the roar of the crowd as max set you back on your feet, his hands lingering on your waist. he gazed into your eyes, his own shimmering with unshed tears of happiness. in that moment, the rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of you, suspended in a bubble of pure bliss.
"y/n," max whispered, his voice thick with emotion, "i did it. we did it." he pressed his forehead against yours, savoring the warmth of your skin and the closeness that came with sharing such an intimate moment.
your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer until your lips met in a searing kiss, pouring years of shared dreams and unspoken promises into that single, passionate gesture. the world around them melted away as max lost himself in the taste and feel of your lips, his body molding perfectly against yours. his hands roamed over your curves, tracing the contours he knew so well, as if mapping out the path to your heart.
when you finally broke apart, both panting for air, max rested his forehead against yours, his eyes shining with a mixture of triumph and tenderness. "i want to spend the rest of my life making you feel this way," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "i want to wake up every morning with you by my side and fall asleep every night in your arms."
he reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the small velvet box that had been burning a hole there since the day he decided to propose. max dropped to one knee, his heart pounding in his chest as he gazed up at you with a look of pure adoration. the crowd around them seemed to hold its collective breath, the anticipation palpable in the air.
with trembling hands, max opened the box, revealing a stunning diamond ring nestled within. the stone glittered under the bright lights of the track, casting glittering cascades of light across your face.
"y/n," max began, his voice steady despite the overwhelming emotions coursing through him, "from the moment we met, you've been the driving force behind everything i've achieved. your love, support, and unwavering belief in me have pushed me to become the best version of myself, both on and off the track."
he paused, swallowing hard as he fought back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes.
"marry me," max breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "become my wife. let's race through life together because i want to spend the rest of my life with you, and no one else, i love you,"
with a shaky nod, you sank to your knees before him, cupping his face in your hands as you peppered his cheeks with tender kisses. "yes," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "a thousand times yes."
max slid the ring onto your finger, and pulling you up with him to your feet. spinning you around once more, your laughter ringing out like the sweetest melody. the crowd surged forward, enveloping you both in a sea of congratulations and well-wishes, their excitement nearly tangible in the air.
as the celebrations continued around them, max pulled you close, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss that left no doubt about the depth of his love and commitment. in that moment, surrounded by the people who mattered most, max knew that this was just the beginning of a lifetime of victories, both on and off the track.
-> instagram
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yourusername I LOVE LAS VEGAS BABYYYYY 😘 but in all honesty, i'm so so so proud of you max (more than words or actions could ever express). seeing you grow throughout the past four years into the champion you are today, is more than any gift i could ever receive. there were far more battles and challenges from this season, but you rose above them every time. you are a champion, both on and off the racetrack and you will never be alone in this world, as long as i'm here. keep them coming baby. i love you, forever and always 🧡
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maxverstappen1 i love you very much schatje, thank you for always being there for me 😘
fernandoalo_oficial i am very happy for the both of you 😁👍
yourusername thank you papa ☺️ promise me you wont shunt into max next race?
fernandoalo_oficial no promises sorry princessa 🤭
maxverstappen1
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maxverstappen1 four time world champion baby!!! a season full of challenges, but with the support, dedication and the effort of the team, this result would not have been possible 🙌 a huge thank you to all involved for this incredible achievement 👏
and i just want to say the biggest thank you to the love of my life, my girlfriend of four years, and now my fiancee, y/n alonso. i love you so much, and i can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you (even if your dad wants to run me over now)
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yourusername i love you more than anything else in this world maxie 🧡
ft. lewis hamilton, max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris, oscar piastri, george russell
summary: your man loves it when you wear some lingerie, but what happens when you're not exactly wearing the right colours...
warnings: very suggestive AND 18+, MDNI, NSFW -> sexual foreplay, fingering
wc: 3860
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lewis
[you're wearing red bull lingerie]
lewis stepped out of the steamy bathroom, his chiselled physique glistening with water as he wrapped a plush towel around his waist. he froze mid-step when his gaze fell upon you, curves barely contained within a provocative red bull lingerie set. the azure fabric clung to your every dip and swell, highlighting your breasts and the tantalising v of your hips.
a look of shock crossed lewis' handsome face, his dark brows knitting together in disbelief. "what...the fuck?" he sputtered, clearly taken aback by this unexpected sight. his eyes roamed over your body, drinking in the erotic display before him. the driver's initial confusion slowly gave way to a growing arousal, his cock beginning to stiffen beneath the towel.
"i thought we agreed on mercedes branding only," he frowned, pressing slowly towards your waiting body on the bed. you giggled at his reaction, "oh come on, don’t be such a spoilsport! it’s just a little fun," you leaned closer, one hand pressing harshly against the quilt as you reach up to playfully tug at the towel draped low on his hips
"besides, i like how the blue really makes my skin pop" you say with a wink, letting your fingers graze the hardening bulge straining against the towel.
you spun around, your ass presented like a feast for his eyes. the thong leaving little to the imagination as you arch your spine, running hands down the side to cup your ass cheeks, "what do you think, babe? does it make me look good enough to ride on your mercedes?" you smirk.
a deep, rumbling chuckle escaped lewis' lips as he watched your playful antics; he couldn't help but let his gaze linger on the tiny thong. the blue fabric seemed to glow against your skin, drawing attention to the tantalising curve of your ass. "you're certainly making a case for it," lewis murmured, his voice low and husky with lust. he allowed you to tug the towel free, letting it drop to the floor as his eyes devoured the sight of you nearly naked body.
“disappointed it’s not ferrari?” you laugh, watching him reaching for the thong before snapping it harshly back against your skin. moaning, his gaze remained fixed on you, drinking in the sight of your legs and the delicate lace of your bra
he reached out, his calloused fingertips tracing the edge of the red bull logo emblazoned across your chest. "i suppose we could make an exception, just this once," he purred, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak of your breast, making you gasp.
lewis leaned in close, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispered, "after all, i'd hate to deny my girl the chance to show off her assets."
max
[you're wearing aston martin lingerie]
max had fumbled carelessly with the hotel keycard in the final hours of the night as he returned, but he was more alert than ever at the sight before him - you, his girlfriend, clad in provocative aston martin lingerie, sprawled seductively across the king-sized bed. the green ensemble hugged your curves like a second skin, emblazoned with metallic black stripes. a matching diamond choker encircled your neck, while thigh-high stockings and stiletto heels added an air of submission to your already alluring presence.
max's eyes widened, his initial unwariness swiftly replaced by arousal as he took in the stunning view. "what...what is this?" he asked, his deep voice laced with a mix of surprise and desire.
you smiled coyly, running a hand along the sleek fabric of the bodice, "just getting into the spirit of things, darling," you purred, slowly sliding off the bed to crawl towards him. your hips swayed hypnotically with each step, the lingerie clinging to every dip and curve.
max's gaze was transfixed, following the movement of your body, mesmerised. his breath quickened, and he felt his cock stir to life beneath the pants he had worn out to the restaurant with checo and other red bull personnel.
"i thought we could play a little game before bed," you continued, reaching out to trail a finger down his chest. "winner gets to choose the dessert later.” your touch sent shivers through him, and he swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure. "and what exactly is this game?" he asked, his voice husky with growing need.
you grinned up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief, “one match of cod, then you can rip off the aston martin. otherwise i wear aston martin gear for fernando next race. he is my favourite driver after all,”
max's competitive nature flared to life at the challenge. "fine, let's do it," he agreed, a determined glint in his eye. "but i'm warning you, i'm not going easy just because you're looking sexy as hell."
as the familiar sounds of the game filled the room, you dove into the match, fingers flying across keyboards. sweat began to bead on max's brow, less from exertion than from the sheer eroticism of the situation. every so often, his gaze would drift to the tantalising display of flesh barely contained by your aston martin lingerie, making his pulse race and his resolve waver.
meanwhile, you remained focused, though you couldn't help but notice the growing bulge in max's pants as the minutes ticked by, “having problems there maxie boo?” you teased, leaning over to circle a finger over his zipper. max grunted at you in frustration, his usually steady hands trembling slightly as he tried to regain control of his character. the close quarters of the hotel room made it difficult to ignore the enticing scent of your perfume mingling with the sweat on his skin, further distracting him from the task at hand.
"shut up and keep playing," he muttered under his breath, shooting a half-hearted glare. despite his gruff demeanour, a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, betraying his amusement at your teasing. you laughed lightly, fingers dancing across the keyboard as you expertly dispatched an enemy. "maybe you should focus more on the game and less on the view, hmm?"
max's jaw clenched, a surge of determination propelling him to concentrate harder on the screen. but it was a losing battle against your intoxicating allure, the way your breasts rose and fell with each breath and the tantalising glimpse of cleavage whenever you leaned forward.
his grip on the mouse tightened, knuckles turning white as he fought to maintain his composure. "i've got this," he growled, his character finally managing to flank and eliminate their final opponent.
“guess you won, want a reward now?”
with a triumphant grin, max grabbed your waist, pulling you onto his thick thighs, "i think it's time for me to rip off that delicious outfit," he said, his voice low and husky with desire. you bit your lip, a mischievous sparkle in your eyes as you reached behind your back and unclasped the bra, letting it fall away to reveal your breasts.
you grin and starts to pull at the zipper, revealing his impressive erection straining upwards. "mmm, looks like someone's ready for dessert," you purrs, wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft and giving it a slow, teasing stroke.
max groaned, his head falling back as your warm hand enveloped his rigid length. the sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core. he watched through heavy-lidded eyes as you pumped him gently.
"once i get started, i don't stop until i'm satisfied," he warned, his voice strained with need.
emboldened by his words, you leaned in closer, hot breath fanning over his ear as you whispered, "then let's hope you're very, very hungry tonight." with that, you sank to your knees before him, lips parting to wrap around the swollen head of his cock.
charles
[you're wearing kick sauber lingerie]
charles' eyes widened in shock as he stared at the garish neon green lingerie adorning your body through the screen. "mon dieu," he muttered under his breath, clearly taken aback by the bold choice of attire. his gaze roamed over the bright, clashing colours, the tacky patterns, and the unflattering cut of the kick sauber set - each detail a testament to the outfit's egregious lack of style.
charles swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure despite the unsettling visual assault. he cleared his throat and attempted a diplomatic response, not wanting to hurt his lover's feelings. "ah, chérie...while i appreciate the, uh, enthusiasm behind your selection, perhaps we could find something a bit more...subdued for our next video call?" he offered a tentative smile, hoping to soften the blow of his criticism.
“i thought this would be fun, a little surprise for you. besides, it’s not like you’re gonna see me in public dressed like this. and technically i am repping your old team,” you giggled, leaning in closer to the camera, and giving him an eyeful of cleavage as the neon fabric stretched taut across your breasts.
charles' jaw clenched as you leaned in closer, the stretchy neon fabric accentuating your cleavage mere inches from the camera lens. despite his initial revulsion, he found himself captivated by the brazen display, his gaze lingering on the curves before reluctantly meeting your mischievous grin.
"ahh, mais oui, i remember now why i left sauber," he quipped dryly, attempting to deflect the attention from your provocative attire. however, the corner of his mouth twitched upward, betraying a hint of amusement beneath his exasperation.
you smirked again, pleased that your outfit had gotten such a reaction out of him, “i know you secretly love seeing me all dolled up in crazy outfits.” spinning around slowly, you gave him a full view of the neon green thong riding low on your hips and the matching garter belt holding up sheer stockings.
“besides, if you don’t like it, you can always cover your eyes while we talk…” you trailed off, whilst charles frantically grabbed his phone.
"non, non, i think i'll keep my eyes open," he replied, his voice taking on a huskier tone. "the, ahem, 'dressing' you've done here is quite...eye-catching." he paused, his gaze drifting back to your exposed cleavage before meeting your playful gaze once more.
"and i suppose it's only fair, considering how often you see me in those tight racing suits," charles added with a sly smirk, his mind undoubtedly wandering to the many intimate moments you had shared after a long race, "but perhaps we could find a compromise for future video calls?"
carlos
[you're wearing mercedes lingerie]
carlos stares at you, his eyes widening as they scanned your body clad in the tight-fitting biking gear, only to land on the provocative lingerie peeking out underneath. a visible shiver ran down his spine at the unexpected sight.
"what...what is this?" he stammered, trying to process the combination of athletic wear and lacy undergarments. his gaze lingered on the way the black and silver g-string peaked out from your shorts, accentuating your hips, before his eyes wandered back up to the silver cups visible beneath your bolero. carlos' face flushed a deep crimson, his racing heart pounding in his chest. the intense desire coursing through him was undeniable, yet so was the confusion. "we're supposed to go for a bike ride," he managed to say, his voice strained with arousal.
you gave him a sly smile, hands resting on your hips as you arched an eyebrow playfully. "oh, we are, mi amor," you purred, taking a step closer to him. "but first, i need you to help me adjust this."
you reached behind, slowly unclasping the laces of the bra top. the cold air reveals your hardened nipples, poking against the delicate material, "i think these might get in the way of my aerodynamics," you tease, giving the cups a gentle tug. they slip down, exposing bare skin to carlos' hungry gaze. you let the bra dangle around your wrist teasingly, the cool air causing my nipples to stiffen further.
carlos' breath hitched as he watched, transfixed, as you bared yourself to him. his mouth went dry, tongue darting out to wet his lips as his eyes roamed over your newly exposed flesh. the way your pert nipples stood at attention, begging for his touch, nearly undid him right then and there. "fuck, you're driving me crazy," he groaned, his resolve crumbling under the onslaught of your seductive display. without thinking, he reached out to cup one of your breasts, thumb grazing over the sensitive peak. a low growl rumbled in his throat as he felt it stiffen further against his palm.
"you know i can't resist you like this," carlos admitted, his other hand coming up to gently squeeze the other breast, fingers rolling the nipple between them. "maybe we should skip the bike ride altogether..."
you tease him that you can't, you and his friends almost approaching your apartment for the ride. carlos' hands continued their exploration of your body, fingers dancing across your heated skin as he struggled to maintain control. but the mention of others waiting for you snapped him back to reality.
"we can't, not now," he agreed reluctantly, even as his cock twitched in his shorts, straining against the confines. "but maybe we can find a quick solution..."
with a mischievous glint in his eye, carlos bent down and captured one of your hardened nipples between his teeth, giving it a gentle nibble before soothing it with his tongue. with your seductive moaning, he repeated the action on the other side, leaving you gasping and writhing against him.
"there, now you shouldn't have any aerodynamic issues. but find me after the ride, maybe we can work on them further," he said with a smirk, straightening up to admire his handiwork. your nipples were red and puffy, glistening with his saliva, just the way he liked them.
lando
[you're wearing haas lingerie]
lando sat at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee as you sauntered over, a sly smile playing on your lips. the early morning light danced across your curves, accentuating the lacy red and white lingerie hugging your body like a second skin.
his eyes widened as they roamed over your barely concealed assets, a flicker of lust igniting within him. but then, a shadow crossed his features, his brow furrowing in displeasure. he set down his cup with a clatter.
"you can't wear that," lando stated firmly, his voice low and commanding. "those colours aren't mine," he reached out, his fingers brushing against the delicate fabric of your lingerie, tracing the white stripes that contrasted so boldly with the deep crimson.
your cheeks flushed at lando's stern rebuke, but there was an undercurrent of excitement beneath your surprise. his touch sends shivers down your spine, the heat of his palm seeping through the thin lace.
"i thought... well, i wanted to show my support," you stammered, biting your lip. the intensity in his gaze made it hard to focus on anything else. lando leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "my team wears papaya, love. not this...american red and white." his hand slid lower, cupping your ass through the sheer material. "mclaren girls know how to dress properly."
he gave your rear a firm squeeze, pulling you flush against his growing arousal. "now, why don't you change into something more appropriate... for your boyfriend's taste?"
you trembled slightly under lando's dominant touch, your heart racing at the dark possession in his tone. the rough calluses on his fingers scraped deliciously against your sensitive skin as he groped you, "i'm sorry baby, i didn't mean to disrespect your team," you breathed, pressing yourself wantonly against the thick bulge now straining in his track pants. "i just wanted to look sexy for you..."
your hands slid up his muscular chest to loop around his neck. you arched your back, pushing your breasts together enticingly above the scalloped edge of your bra. the flimsy lace did little to conceal your hardening nipples.
"what if i told you i'd wear mclaren colours later? would that make you happy, handsome?" you purred sultrily, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
a low growl rumbled in lando's chest as he felt your soft curves moulding against his abs. his large hands gripped your hips, kneading the supple flesh as he ground his cloth-covered erection against your core.
"that's more like it, princess," he murmured approvingly, nipping at your earlobe. "but i think you need a reminder of who you belong to first."
in one swift motion, lando stood, sweeping you up into his strong arms. he carried you bridal style towards the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. depositing you on the plush mattress, he crawled over you with a predatory gleam in his eye.
"i'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't even remember what other colors look like," he promised darkly, hooking his thumbs into your panties.
oscar
[you're wearing alpine lingerie]
as oscar stepped through the front door of his melbourne childhood home, he's greeted by the tantalising sight of you standing before him in the foyer. your alpine lingerie clings to your curves, the pink and blue hues a bold statement against your skin. the delicate lace trim and sheer panels leave little to the imagination, showcasing your pert nipples and thighs.
oscar's eyes widen slightly as he takes in the provocative ensemble, a mix of surprise and arousal flickering across his features. he clears his throat, trying to maintain an air of nonchalance despite the obvious effect you're having on him.
"uh, nice... outfit?" he ventures hesitantly, his gaze drifting back to your body as if drawn by an unseen force. as oscar's eyes roam over your nearly naked form, you notice a visible bulge forming in his shorts. his cheeks flush a deep crimson, betraying his attempts to appear unaffected by your seductive display.
"i mean…you look... very pretty," oscar stammers, taking a tentative step closer. his voice drops an octave, heavy with desire. he reaches out a hand, lightly brushing a finger along the edge of the lingerie's lace trim. a shiver runs down your spine at the intimate contact, and you bite your lip to stifle a moan.
"i thought you'd appreciate the nod to my favourite f1 team," you reply coyly, arching an eyebrow, "even if you definitely don't share the same enthusiasm."
oscar chuckles softly, his touch lingering on the delicate fabric of your lingerie. "well, i suppose even a formula one driver can appreciate a beautiful woman, regardless of her allegiances." his other hand comes up to cup your chin, tilting your face towards his. oscar's lips brush against yours in a gentle, teasing kiss. when he pulls back, his eyes smoulder with barely contained lust.
oscar's hands slide down to grip your hips, pulling you flush against his rigid length. "but let's be real, baby," he murmurs against your ear, nipping at the lobe playfully. "you could wear the colours of any team and still manage to turn me on like this."
his hot breath fanning over your skin as he steps back to admire you fully. "wanna make me like alpine again?" oscar teases, his fingers trailing along your inner thigh, edging higher with each passing second. "because right now, all i can think about is how good you taste..."
he leans in, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss as his digits brush against your slick folds. oscar groans low in his throat, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core. "christ, you're soaked already," he marvels, circling your clit with deliberate slowness. "maybe we should start with getting you out of those panties..."
george
[you're wearing vcarb lingerie]
the meeting room was filled with hushed conversations and stern faces as high-level executives debated new marketing strategies. amidst this sea of seriousness, you discreetly pulled out your phone, your heart racing with anticipation.
with a quick tap, you sent the provocative photo to george, which you had taken earlier this morning, before you had both left for work. in the image, you wore nothing but a lacy blue vcarb lingerie set, the delicate fabric clinging to your curves like a second skin. your breasts were barely contained within the cups, and the panties left little to the imagination.
as you hit send, a sly smile played on your lips. you knew the risks - what if someone noticed? what if george didn't respond right away? but the thrill of the clandestine act sent shivers down your spine.
minutes ticked by, each one an eternity as you waited for his reply.
suddenly, your phone buzzed with an incoming text. george's name flashed on the screen, accompanied by a winking emoji. your pulse quickened as you opened the message.
"i'm going to need a closer look at those vcarbs. official gpda business of course," he wrote, followed by several emojis, "meet me in the parking garage after the meeting."
a rush of heat flooded through you at his bold suggestion. this was definitely not part of your original plan, but the idea of sneaking off to indulge in some forbidden pleasure with your secret lover was too enticing to resist. you glanced around the room, ensuring no one had noticed your exchange. satisfied, you typed back, "i'll be waiting, but make it fast. we both know how strict they can be about employee conduct. especially with you,"
fifteen minutes later, the meeting adjourned and attendees began filing out of the conference room. you lingered behind, feigning interest in some marketing materials on the table while keeping a watchful eye on the clock. finally, the last stragglers departed, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the lingering scent of expensive leather. you gathered your things and made your way to the elevators, your heels clicking against the polished marble floor.
in the dimly lit parking garage, you spotted george leaning against his sleek silver mercedes. his eyes locked onto yours as you approached, a hungry gleam in their depths. he straightened up, his tailored suit accentuating his body.
"flattery will get you everywhere," you purred, pressing yourself against him. the cool metal of the car seemed to sear your skin as you moulded your body to george's. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against his hard chest. george's hands roamed over your curves, tracing the edges of your blue lingerie. "i've been thinking about these all meeting," he whispered hotly in your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. without waiting for a response, george palmed his hands under your skirt, before slowly tugging down your panties, watching them as they fell to the floor. left bare before him, you felt a surge of vulnerability mixed with excitement.
"you look even more stunning than the photo," george murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. george's gaze raked over your exposed flesh, his eyes darkened with lust, thumb grazed your clit, making you gasp.
"you're playing with fire here," you warned, even as your hips tilted forward, seeking more of his touch. "we could get caught..."
"but that's half the thrill, isn't it?" george countered, his fingers dipping beneath the skirt again to tease your slick folds. "imagine the scandal if we got caught fucking in the company garage."
summary: technically everyone wins, aka who's most likely to fail nnn the quickest
warnings: shitpost/crack, very suggestive content and some 18+, MDNI, NSFW -> smut
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fail first
lewis
this man has zero discipline when it comes to you
absolute zero, zip, zilch, nada
normally he's on you 24/7
but when it comes to the end of the season and most things have been tied up and he dgaf, what better way to end each week than by fucking your brains out
aka 25/8 times a week
so when you attempt to propose to do nnn "for fun" on the 31st, he glares at you, calls you dumb before fucking you silly overnight (until the 1st) so that you never suggest it again that month/year
(he also bribes other drivers and wags to make sure that you are NOT included in their nnn plans)
zhou
shockingly in second place
but only cause he loves you too much, finds nnn a weird tradition (when you explained the basics) and just wants to snuggle with you and sweetcorn in bed
like why make yourself unconfortable and horny when he could just be happy and satisfied (and still horny) with you :D
lando
man is so fired up about the championship battle that he doesn't entertain the notion and just fucks you the minute november starts just to make sure you know not to fuck with him
he only manages to hang onto longer than lewis and zhou cause he was tired and forgot what time it was
carlos
had planned on competing with lando, since they had done it the year before, and the year before that (aka when they were teamates)
but when he found out from you (who found out from lando's partner) that they had already failed, he said to try for a few days
you said you didn't want to
"but it might be good for us" carlos had complained, saying something no one had ever said
and so you just like seduced him like five days later then BAM WHAM, he's back to blowing your back out
not that he needed that much encouragement
pierre
just wanted to fuck you in peace for halloween after you showed up in a very hot outfit
but then charles was like oohhhh we should try this
(f u charles)
but then almost cried in the shower when he realised he couldn't jerk off either
you heard him whimpering, laughed about it and then sucked him off
he tried to hide it, but charles found out anyways
max
is usually too busy to fuck you during race weekends so, he just failed when he like normally fucked you
cause he wanted to fuck you
cause yeah...
so....yeah...
oscar
likes to pretend he's disciplined and has lots of mental restraint
(he doesn't have restraint when it comes to you)
tried to keep some distance, aka by not arriving together at the paddock
but then failed after he saw you with franco, got jealous, said f this shit and then took you in his driver's room
checo
didn't give two flying fucks
only got interested cause evens was talking about it
but throws the challenge out the windoow the minute you insinuate that he seems "weak" about you
kmag
thinks its childish but still wanted to try it
got actually comfortable with it, until you made a sexy joke
hulk
lasts longer cause kmag found it childish
but still wanted to try it too after kmag told him about it
ocon
just wanted to beat gasly
lance
wanted to fuck you
so he complained to his father about the challenge and how you were going give him a reward at the end
so evil stepmum kdrama style, lawerence comes in and tries to give you envelopes of cash to get you to fuck stroll
you gleefully refuse
you manage to negotiate three ashton martins, a ferrari laferrari, and more, before still teasing him
to which he just gives up, and waits for you
george
for those actually dedicated to doing it, he set up the betting pool and "official" rules
(no charles...touching and edging yourself is not "illegal" but you're running the sPIrIt of the challenge)
but like lost out in the second week, when he saw you were having an amazing hair day
said ok i wanna pull on it *with grabby hands* and then gave up
(everyone mocked him relentlessly afterwards)
valterri
super chill about it
tried it only cause you wanted to try it for fun
actually found it hard to be away from you (only cause you love him so much too)
but you managed to reach the third week before simply saying
"that's enough"
franco
had never heard of it
but defs wanted to try after he learnt a about it
got really pissed off by the second week cause you were also teasing him sooooo much
but you kept refusing
basically had to beg his way into convincing you "near" it, and only seeing him get really pouty did you give in
yuki
swears and glares daggers at you the entire three weeks
but he's gotta prove that big things come in small packages
and actually makes it almost to week four before passing out from sheer horniness
fernando
actually lasts longer than most people thought he would
(liam spitefully calls out that he thought nando's blue balls would fall off)
is happy he is technically the best wdc at nnn (even moreso that lewis lost first)
makes it to like the last couple of days
you get bored and tired
so now fernando is bored and tired and just fucks you
alex
certified genz brainrotter
ofc know what it is, and is demandin to win it and prove he's at least NOT a lost in one area (his words not yours)
makes it to the last few days, before you trick into letting you give him a handjob
tries to argue technicalities with george
but by then nov its over and he just gives up
charles
used all his ferrari training in patience to last this long
wanted to tell you to kys when you suggested it
but eventually he got soooo into doing it, he was policing you
however he losses cause he was stupid
you're on his jet
he forgets time zones exist
thought he won
sent a gloating text message to the gc
and [redacted] beats him on the technicality
liam
this man is going all in no regrets, gambling style 😎
even if he didn't propose it, he's definetly the most eager to prove himself (especially to fernando and checo)
he's setting up strict rules to ensure that his dick does not get anywhere near you when sleeping, eating or breathing
(in the last few days he desperately asks you to sleep in the guest bedroom cause he's this close 🤏 to caving in)
however, he resists and gets bragging rights over everyone for the rest of the year.
ft. lewis hamilton, max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris, oscar piastri, george russell, daniel ricciardo
summary: save a horse, ride a driver... or at least that's what they say
warnings: very suggestive content and some 18+, MDNI, NSFW -> smut ft. riding/cowgirl
wc: 3435 (extra long for my danny girlies)
a/n: obligatory pony shoutout 😘
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lewis
this man is travelling for days and weeks across the globe at any one time. on private jets and cars, for not only f1, but all his fashion events, charity work for mission44 and jet setting holidays - hes undeniably booked and busy, and you’re so proud of him
however, often in the late glimpses of the night, when you hear the sound of his bags thudding to the ground from your bedroom, before he quietly pushes open the door, you wish he would work less and spend more time with you
his age doesnt help with the tiredness that lines his eyes when he slinks into bed beside you but as you softly moan against his dick rutting against your thighs, you love that his stamina is still as strong as ever. you crane your neck around to kiss him, placing gentle kisses on his cheeks, then forehead, and his lips… before he’s quick to grab your chin dragging your lips to meet his.
you coo softly when he pulls your back closer to his chest, but as he tries to move himself on top of you, his arm gives out as he flops down between your breasts
“tired hamilton?” you smirk, giggling at the prickly sensation of his beard against your soft mounds, before pushing his head down towards your nipples. his lips brush over a sensitive nipple and he lavishes it with his tongue, suckling gently. "you taste good," he murmurs huskily, voice muffled against your skin.
he shifts his weight, settling more comfortably between your parted thighs. calloused fingers trail up your sides, mapping out the curves of your waist and hips. lewis presses hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and up the column of your throat.
you threaded your fingers through his braids, slowly massaging his scalp as he moaned, his body growing limp under your touch.
"love how you touch me," he rumbles appreciatively as you massage his scalp. "so good..." his eyelids flutter shut and he relaxes fully into your tender ministrations, letting you take control.
your fingers dance lower, teasing along the waistband of his boxers. lewis’ breath hitches, his hips twitching upwards involuntarily. he looks up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, a lazy smile playing on his lips.
"mmm, i like where this is going," he purrs, reaching up to cup your face. his thumbs stroke your cheekbones as he gazes at you adoringly. "ride me hard, baby. make me forget about everything except being inside you."
you’re straddling his thighs, as you slowly trail your fingers down from his pecs, tracing the lines of his tattoos.
hamilton's hands slide down to grip your hips, guiding you as you position yourself above his erection. the thick length throbs against your core, making you shiver with anticipation. you lean down to capture his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, tongues tangling as you savour the taste of him. “only for you sir,” you wink
“time to ride this horse, darling,” he grins, before you moan and sink down on him…
max
in the time between race weekends, you usually found max glued to his sim setup, placed unceremoniously in the middle of your living room, for multiple hours a day.
unfortunately, this meant coming home after work to loud swears and shouting at the rest of team redline over the mic, somewhat anxious and hungry sassy and jimmy, stacks of redbull cans on the mini fridge, dim lighting and a very horny and touch starved max
(this is peak degenerate gamer max btw)
“hey max, i’m home now,” you call out, tossing off your shoes and bag, before making your way over to him. his eyes are glued on the screen, but as your reflection grows closer, he turns around grinning at you, as you lean down to place a kiss on his head.
“hi liefje, im playing minecraft with redline right now, wanna watch?” he eagerly says, before turning back to the screen at his friends’ calls. for a few minutes, you pull up a chair and sit behind max, closely backseat gaming him as he attempts to build his base, giving him tips on wood types and decorations.
however, you quickly grow bored of the repetitive cycle and max’s constant death to creepers, and feeling horny, you decide to do something about it
tossing off your jackets and pants, and stripping down to your underwear, max, is of course delighted at this sight, taking in your gorgeous body, before cheekily asking if your would like to cockwarm him, whilst he games with the rest of the boys
you move to stand between his thick thighs, your pussy slowly growing wetter at the sight of your boyfriend being so content with you. “max, lift your hips up,” you giggle, hooking your thumbs around the elastic waistband of his shorts.
“thank you schat…..” he groans, as you slowly manoeuvre his cock beneath your pussy…
“mate, is y/n there with you?”
charles
“the weather is so nice today, isn’t it charlie?” you call out to your boyfriend, who stands handsomely at the bow of the ship, the warm italian sun glistening off drops of saltwater and sweat on his chest and abs.
“yes it is mon cherie, you chose the perfect day to go out,” he blows a kiss back, before his older brother’s newly engaged fiancée, comes over.
“hi darling,” she giggled, laying down beside you as you scooted over on the sun chair.
the two of you become wrapped up in conversation and gossip, oblivious to the hungry stares charles throws at you. you’re dressed in his favourite swimmers today (ferrari red of course) with your hair up, barring your neck where he can spot the tattoo of his driver number. you are his favourite treat, and he can’t wait for a taste.
hours later, when the sun rests above the horizon in the afternoon, only you and charles are left on the moored yacht, his family heading down to the beach to prepare for dinner. the quiet sound of waves crashing against the beach provide the perfect backdrop to charles’ wandering fingers, tracing up your waist and towards your breasts.
“hmmmm mon chou…i can’t wait till after dinner just yet,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck, nipping lightly at the skin.
“and what do you suppose we do now?” you smirk, tugging gently at his brown curls, pulling him away.
you let out a loud giggle, as charles swings you around on the sun lounge, so that he’s now laying on his back with you lying on top of his pecs. he whispers in your ear, before pushing you up and into straddling his thighs.
“mmmmm, wanna put it in now darling?” he groans, watching you shift your weight, rocking your hips…
carlos (sorry not sorry that this one is a bit longer)
“let me show you how it’s really done hermosa. yeah?” carlos had said smugly, before the two of you entered the western themed bar. the star attraction, and the reason carlos had wanted to visit, was the large mechanical bull sitting in the middle of the room.
after his last visit to a bar, he had been eager to drag you along to one for your next date to prove his skills… and so here you were. the two of you had quickly gotten a booth, with carlos whisking off to the bar to grab drinks and sign up for the bull.
a man was already riding the bull, but was quickly thrown off after getting distracted by the loud cheering in the bar as he surpassed 15 seconds. your boyfriend, returning slightly dishevelled from having pushed passed multiple patrons, slammed down your drinks on the table excitedly, as the electronic screen became close to displaying his number.
“don’t get too drunk baby, i don’t want you hurting yourself on it,” you sighed as you watched carlos down another two shots, but he reassured you that it made it so much more fun when you’re drunk, baby.
eventually, around 20 minutes later, carlos stepped into the ring, wildly raising his arms at the loud cheering from the excited patrons (you guessed it was either the fact he was wearing a cowboy hat or that he was becoming wildly drunk).
your boyfriend straddled the bull and began to ride it, feeling it beginning to undulate beneath him as the starting bell rang. he glanced over to you, who was now pressed up against the ring by other rowdy club patrons, cheering loudly for him. another massive cheer went up in the crowd as he surpassed 30 seconds, and feeling a wave of confidence at your sultry gaze, he lifted one hand off the bull to wave his hat to the crowd.
that was his first mistake of the night.
he quickly found out that removing one hand does not make you look cooler but instead, as he tumbled on to the mats below, it made you look like a fool. with a small groan, he met your mischievous eyes as the announcer held his arm and fist you declaring him the current bull riding champion of the night, before helping out of the ring.
before he could get back to you, the ringmaster began pulling you into the ring. carlos looked up in confusion, since when did you sign up, he hadn’t seen you leave the ring at all?
despite his half-sounded groans to stop you, you eagerly bounded into the ring, everyone’s eyes now watching the only girl who had signed up that night. you had in fact signed up earlier (before carlos’ turn); unfortunately, he was getting a bit too wasted to notice.
that was his second mistake of the night.
as you clambered onto the bull, carlos’ couldn’t help but admire the way your legs and thighs were wrapped tightly against the bull’s metallic body, the way your fingers were clenching around the leather strap on the bull’s head, the way you winked at him…
then as the bell sounded, he watched with great pleasure as to the way your body rocked with the bull’s violent shaking, the way your cowgirl hat tilted off slightly, covering your face slightly…he groaned, feeling the way his dick hardened against his jeans watching you rock so smoothly with the bull, as the cheers grew louder and louder as you surpassed your boyfriend’s time and eventually made it to a minute. with a flourish, you bucked yourself off the bull, before landing with a bow to the sound of smashing applause. exiting the ring, you rushed over to your completely shell-shocked boyfriend, before kissing him tightly.
“i’m a champion rider, wanna see how i ride you, cowboy?” you teased, pulling him out of the club and into the night…
lando
“you like the ride baby?” lando smirked, running his hands over the steering wheel as he pulled off the kerb and back onto the glamorously lit streets of monaco.
“lan baby, i was literally there at maranello when you were trying to beg them to let you put down a deposit for it,” you giggle, “but of course i love her, she’s gorgeous”
“mmm you better babe..cause she’s our child now,”
driving to dinner with lando left you feeling eager and excited, but driving after dinner, with you slightly tipsy and lando having a drink very early in the evening, the two of you were far more relaxed…almost too relaxed…
“mmmm baby, i really wanna blow you right now,” you moaned softly, rocking forwards slightly as lando stopped at the red lights.
“fuck you can’t say shit like that when i’m driving,” he groaned, giving you a side eye, only to see you laying your head back languidly against the window, one of your fingers trailing down the side of your skirt, “don’t tease me whilst i’m driving, otherwise i’ll punish you later,”
“but there’s still another 30 minutes…i can do sooooo much in that time…” you start tracing your fingers beneath your skirt, before moving back up, ever so slightly closer to your clit
not before lando’s hand reaches out, grabbing your wrist tightly and pulling it back out, while still driving. he quickly pulls over to the side of the quiet road, before getting out of the driver’s seat. you look up him wide eyed, before he’s yanking open the door and pulling you out of the front passenger seat.
“get in the back baby,” he commands, groping a handful of your ass before slapping it as you stumble back into the car, “since you’re acting like such a desperate slut right now, why don’t you bounce on my dick. just as some light punishment”
giving him an eye roll, he slaps your ass again, before pulling you to straddle him and flipping your skirt up. palming your ass, he sighs, “well guess it’s your funeral, brat. get ready,”
oscar
oscar had been looking at you apprehensively all morning, and considering what you had blurted out as soon as you woke up, you weren’t all that surprised. the two of you had already planned a beach trip, considering the unusually good spring weather forecast the night before, and the car was already all packed.
“can you say that again?” he had glanced over, pushing himself up onto his elbow to look at your body curled beneath him.
“nope, you can wait until later,” you said mischievously, rolling out of bed before skipping to the bathroom.
at the beach, you and oscar had found a relatively secluded place to relax, away from other beachgoers and sneaky fans who would’ve approached you. as the sun beat down upon your skin, its warm rays mingling with the gentle ocean breeze, you reclined on the towel with oscar besides you.
his toned physique glistening with sweat as he stretched out on his back, hands behind his head. his piercing brown eyes, usually so focused and intense, now held a playful glint as he took in your outfit
"you sure about this?" he asked, voice low and husky, recalling your earlier words. "we're kinda...relaxed out in the open."
"relaxed" was definitely not what was going through oscar's mind right now. your outfit flaunted your gorgeous body, and was slowly driving him insane, especially with the way you bent down to grab something from your beach bag.
his resolve was crumbling faster than sandcastles in a tidal wave.
as you stood back up, you caught him staring intently at your outfit. a sly grin spread across your face.
"what's wrong, babe? don't like my new outfit?" you twirled around, giving oscar an eyeful.
“i wanna try out what you promised me this morning,” he groaned, pulling you down into his lap before tracing his hands under your clothes, “afterall it was your idea wasn’t it, i don’t think you would decline,”
“mmmm sure thing boyfie…now let me help you out a bit,” you giggled, toying with the drawstrings of his board shorts.
george
you sauntered into george’s office, admiring the serious expression on his face and sighing at toto’s droning voice which rang out in the silence. you pranced your way over to george, who was oblivious to your excited face as you leant over the side of his desk and giving his nose a little flick.
“hi baby,” you giggled, placing a quick kiss against his cheek, as he took in your outfit. a pyjama silk set adorned your body, soft as feathers. you both quickly glanced back at the screen, where toto was still yapping his heart’s content away.
sitting yourself on george's lap, you letting out a soft moan as you nuzzled into his neck. "hey handsome," you purred, trailing my fingers up his thigh, "i really, really hope this isn't a bad time, but i really need some... stuff… from you right now."
george swallowed, he had promised himself to devote his attention to the meeting, knowing you were going to pull something like this (as you always did), but you look and felt amazing on his lap…
you leaned in closer, whispering hotly in george's ear, "just give me five minutes, baby. i promise i'll make it worth your while."
“mmmm darling please, not tonight… i already gave you attention before,” he sighed, trying to remove your wandering hands from tracing down his arms.
you leaned back, your lower back hitting the table, as you fluttered your lashes at george, before he surged forward, capturing your lips in a kiss. he seemed much more responsive, now that you had got your hands on your man.
"don't fight it, georgie," you cooed between kisses, "we both know how much you want this. just let go and indulge. just for tonight"
as his head fell back, you smirked before standing between his legs to unbutton his pants, before straddling him once again.
“let me just sit here while toto yaps away. god knows how susie deals with it sometimes,” you moan, sinking down onto george, wiggling your hips as you settled on the base of his cock. tucking your head into the crook of his neck, you felt george running a hand up your back, before resting against your shoulder blades, stroking you gently.
“little disruptive minx,” he sighed, before unmuting himself to rejoin the meeting.
daniel
as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, daniel guided his horse alongside yours through the rolling hills of the perth outback. the warm breeze carried the scent of fresh hay and blooming wildflowers as you rode side by side, the familiarity of the horse rocking beneath you and with daniel’s presence behind you.
his urged his horse to canter over, his voice low and husky in the air. "i'm glad i could share this moment with you, sweetheart. it's been a while since i've felt so... at peace."
his words sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself stealing glances at him, taking in his rugged charm illuminated by the fading light. as the horses approached the stables, daniel brought his mount to a stop and turned to face you, his dark eyes smouldering with a newfound intensity.
he dismounted gracefully from his steed, his lean muscles flexing beneath his shirt as he reached up to help you off your horse. his hands lingered on your waist for just a moment longer than necessary, igniting a fire deep within you.
as you stood before him, heart racing, daniel's gaze roamed over your body appreciatively. "you look stunning tonight," he murmured, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, "i couldn't resist bringing you out here, away from prying eyes..."
he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming yet exhilarating. the wooden wall of the stable behind you creaked softly as daniel's hand slid down to rest on your hip, pulling you flush against him. you could feel the heat radiating off his body, his breath ghosting across your lips as he leaned in, his intentions clear.
“please?” you pouted, trying to pull his body closer to yours, as his hands landed besides your head. danny's eyes darkened with desire at your bold request, a smirk playing on his lips. without hesitation, he captured your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep as he backed you up against the rough wooden wall of the stable. his hands roamed your curves possessively, slipping under your shirt to caress the soft skin beneath.
breaking the kiss, danny's heated gaze locked with yours. "oh, i intend to, baby girl," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "right here, where anyone could walk in and see what a naughty little thing you are." with deft fingers, he unbuttoned your jeans and tugged them down along with your panties, exposing your most intimate parts to the cool night air.
but he was distracted…
and with a mischievous grin, you gave danny a firm shove, sending him tumbling backwards onto a pile of soft hay. he landed with a surprised grunt, his eyes widening in surprise before narrowing with lust as he realised your intent.
"clever girl," he purred, reaching out to grab your wrist and pull you down on top of him, the hay prickled against your bare skin.
danny's hands gripped your hips, guiding you to straddle him. you could feel the heat of his erection pressing against your core, making you ache with want. slowly, teasingly, you rubbed yourself against him, relishing the delicious friction.
"fuck, baby," danny groaned, his head falling back against the hay. "you're going to be the death of me."
ft. lewis hamilton, max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris, oscar piastri, george russell, daniel ricciardo, fernando alonso, franco colapinto
summary: making dirty jokes at your boyfriend sometimes lands...and sometimes it doesn't
warnings: suggestive content, mentions of sexual activity
