Warnings: fake dating, moments of convenience, bitchy sisters, friendly teasing between reader and lance, penetrative sex, choking, little bit of dirty talk.
Word Count: 2,577
Author’s Note: I didn’t really plot this, sorta winged it. also I didn’t full proof read - sorry for the late upload!
Holiday Advent Calendar
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Lance covers for you, offering himself up to fill the role of boyfriend for the holidays.
the man that you are – daniel ricciardo
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yourusername daniel joseph ricciardo, the man that you are. as tough as it’s been, your resilience and spirit never ceases to amaze me. im so lucky to witness you & all you do, so lucky to love and be loved by you. i am so proud of you, of all your accomplishments, and of all you have yet to achieve. this might be your last race in orange, but not your last ever. you’ll be back. i love you mr. dr3 🫶🏼
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georgerussell63 gonna miss you, but we’ll be back to racing soon mate 💪🏼 enjoy your break!
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danielricciardo what a race, what a season, what an era it has been. a million thanks to the team, for all the work you’ve done over the last two years. to the fans, the papaya army, thank you for having faith in me and for all your support. to my family for all your love. and finally to my girl, for standing by me through it all. i’ll be back, i’ll make sure of it. 🧡✨
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danielfan2 we love you so much honey badger, enjoy your break 🤍
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landonorris see you on the grid soon danny ric 🤜🏼
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danielricciardo much needed break. feeling like myself again 😁👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, fake dating at its finest, protective!Lance, some sexual references, a few kisses and lack of clothing, Lance being the best boyfriend someone can ask for, definitely way too close for this to be fake dating lmao, overly Canadian for no reason, a few swear words.
Word Count: 9.8k
Author’s Note: as a Canadian, it was my duty to write a Lance fic and have it take place at the Canadian GP + Toronto; it was necessary. // ***no animals were harmed in the making of this fic @ Cece, C and McKenna <333
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Saturday
Being an intern for Aston Martin was the dream. You were traveling the world doing what you loved. You worked with the PR and media department for the team and you couldn’t be happier. You had gotten to know everyone on the team pretty well, from the mechanics to the factory crew, to the PR team and the drivers; Sebastian was always nothing but kind to you, stopping to have a conversation whenever he saw you, asking how you’ve getting along there. Lance was sweet too, the two of you closer in age than you and Sebastian. He wasn’t all the most talkative but he was always nice to you.
The Canadian Grand Prix was Lance’s home race and it just so happened to be yours as well. Lance had grown up in Montreal and you were from Toronto which was only a few hours away from there.
You were sitting in the garage watching the qualifying session when your phone rang, you stepped into the hallway to answer the call; your mother.
“Hello ?”
“Hi darling! How are you?” Your mother’s voice came from the other end of the call. “Are you coming home this week? I know you have the week off.” She asks and you already regret telling her about the week between the Canadian GP and Silverstone.
“I suppose I am. Why ?” you ask her, glancing over to see Lance pulling back into the garage. Has qualifying ended already ?
“Your dad and I were wondering if you were bringing that boyfriend of yours. He’s there with you, isn’t he?” She asks and you sigh.
“I don’t know, we’ll see. I’ve gotta go, mom.”
“Oh, of course. Call me before you come down!” She says and it’s like you can see the smile on her face.
“Yeah, no problem.” You end the call and tuck the phone in your pocket.
You’re hiding in the hallway, trying to figure out how to explain to your mom that there is no boyfriend in the picture and that you’ve been lying to them this whole time.
There’s a hand on your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts. You assume it’s Sebastian before even looking up because he’s the only one who stops in the hallway to chat. Imagine the surprise when you look up and find Lance in front of you.
The driver smiles at you, leaning on the wall across from you. “Any plans for this week?” He asks, small talk was his specialty you’ve learned.
You shrug, “maybe back to London after the race.”
Lance’s brows furrow, sipping on his water before he speaks. “How come? Aren’t you headed home for the week? You live like.. a few hours from here, no?”
“Yeah but my mom is really getting on my nerves. She wants me to come to my cousin’s wedding and bring my boyfriend but I don’t have a boyfriend and she doesn’t know that but she’s really pushing me, it’s just irritating.” You sigh, but then realize you’ve bared your issue to the last person who probably wants to hear it.
You give him an apologetic look. “Oh god, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drop all that on you.”
Lance waves you off, smiling. “It’s fine.” Lance is quiet for a moment, as if he was thinking before he speaks. ‘If you want, I’ll go with you.”
You’re looking at him, part confusion and part shock which he can tell based on the look on your face. “What?”
“I’ll go with you.” He nods. You shake your head, “no, you won’t.” You’re laughing now and Lance is looking at you like you’ve lost your mind.
“You said your mom is expecting you to bring a boyfriend. I’ll go with you and pretend to be your boyfriend.” He’s so nonchalant about the whole thing.
“I’m leaving on Tuesday and I won’t be heading to London until the following Monday. Do you really want to spend a whole week with my family ?”
“If they’re anything like you, then yeah.” He smiles. Your heart flutters at his words; he really thought that about you? That he’d be willing to spend a week with you?
“Lance, you really don’t have to do this. They’re kinda crazy.” You laugh, shifting from one foot to the other. “Plus I’m sure you have better things to do. Don’t you want to spend time with your family ?”
summary: seeing your best friend’s ex brings back old memories, memories you didn’t want to remember…
genre: smut, a hint of angst
warnings: language, smut [18+], teasing, somewhat public sex, p in v sex, pierre being hot, choking, oral [m and f recieving], facefuckingish, edging, degrading, praise, dirty talk, idk everything i’m going to a place further than hell
authors note: first piece of writing, please give me feedback :)
summary: Ever since Spa, you’ve jumped head first into a new relationship with Charles. Except with everyone breathing behind your necks about your alleged crushes on each other, you kinda don’t want to tell anyone and decide to keep it a secret from everyone else.
warnings: Charles learned how to handle his crush and his woman. It does get a lil bit steamy at some points, but nothing too bad 😉
words count: 9,9k
a/n: You guys made of she’s not my girlfriend one of my biggest hits on this blog and I genuinely couldn’t believe the amount of notes it got when I went to publish this new part. I have to give the biggest of thanks to @parkerbunny who helped me SO MUCH with this, by brainstorming the different ideas I had, giving me feedback and then reading my drafts several times to help me. She’s been a godsend on this and if it’s good, it’s also thanks to her! I can’t wait for your reactions at some parts of this one! Have fun reading!!
this is part two to one time thing which you can read here
in which what was meant to be a one time thing happens again, exposing one of the drivers true feelings for you due to your very observant friend.
warnings; threesome, spanking, choking, oral (m and f receiving,) degradation, praise, overstimulation, hair pulling, unprotected sex, petty and jealous charles, asshole pierre, kinda face fucking? not really, she kinda long oops, eventual smut i swear and poorly written fluff at the end lol
surprisingly, things went back to normal after that night in bahrain.
your little trio had gotten over the secrets, everything was out in the air; it was as if nothing had happened. there was no mention of the night together, despite you definitely thinking about it. a lot.
by the time they were heading off to saudi arabia you were able to compose yourself and enjoy the relief that you were not hiding anything from either driver. and things had remained platonic since.
a quick turn around with plenty of time for things to change, but when you were with the pair of them again in australia it appeared as if everyone would be staying true to their word. that threesome was a one time thing, you were done sleeping with them.
one at time, both at once; it didn’t matter. you had told yourself that you would never be having sex with either of them again, because no matter how good that night was ━ ultimately your friendship with both of them was more important.
it seemed unfair in a way, you had risked it with pierre. but the risk was non-existent, nothing had changed.
why weren’t you willing to take that risk with charles? you couldn’t exactly pinpoint the reason, but you put it down to being because things were going too far. testing the waters with pierre was overwhelming enough.
things were much less stressful when there was no sex. no matter how tempting it still sounds.
“we could do dinner tomorrow night?” charles suggested, sat on the couch of his drivers room ━ it was a thursday, so you and pierre being here was far from a big deal. a rare chance to get quality time with both of them on a race weekend despite being here for the pair of them.
“i’m going out.” you frowned, disappointed the one night they could spare time for you was the one night you had plans. which surprised them and it was obvious, there heads snapping to you in sync which would’ve made you laugh if it was not for the disgusted look on both there faces. “what?”
“with who?” pierre scoffed, almost not believing you. which had you scoffing right back in offence. much to popular belief you had other friends. sure not many, and not close ones. but you did.
“xavier.” you told him innocently, a hand tangling through your hair as you glanced between the two. you parted your lips to speak again, but a monegasque beat you to it.
“xavier?” charles spoke in confusion, drawing both yours and pierre’s eyes. “i don’t know of any xavier.” charles huffed, pierre nodding in agreement as you rolled your eyes.
“he’s one of haas’ mechanics.” you shrugged. “wants to go out for drinks, i can cancel if you’re both so desperate to spend time with me.” you chimed with a laugh, not seeing the big deal of the whole thing.
he had briefly mentioned it sometime last year during one of your conversations with him in the paddock, and brought it up again today ━ the pair of you agreeing tomorrow night worked.
he was a nice guy. nice to look at. was good for a laugh, a break from a lot of the snobs that you had to try make conversation with when pierre and charles were else where.
also a good distraction from the devil on your shoulder which had been begging you to get on your knees for charles or kiss pierre. because while you were acting as if things were normal, it wasn’t always the case.
“you don’t need to cancel.”
“i think you should cancel.”
pierre and charles spoke simultaneously, causing you to cover your mouth to stop the laugh leaving your lips.
“why should she cancel? we need her to make more friends so she’s not clinging to our sides every day and night,” pierre smirked; looking charles way.
“because we haven’t had quality time together for a while. i’m sure zander is willing to postpone.” charles huffed, causing you to roll your eyes.
“xavier.” pierre corrected him, charles only shrugging in response.
you were oblivious, oblivious to the fact that charles was jealous. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for charles to throw a hissy fit if you or pierre’s plans didn’t align with his. especially when he had come up with the idea.
pierre however wasn’t oblivious. while he had questions about this xavier like he would any other time you mentioned a guy, the fact he had been inside you just two weeks ago didn’t matter to him.
sure, he was a possessive guy when he had you, or any girl, beneath him. but you weren’t his. you guys had slept together for months, and all the while he never bat an eyelash if your eyes went another guys way.
he’d only care if he was purposefully trying to gain your attention, and that never failed; so he never had any reason to stress.
but he read charles like a book. the way his jaw had been clenched since the moment you spoke that other guys name, the panic in his eyes when you mentioned you two were going out for drinks. the glare the ferarri driver had sent him when he encouraged you not to cancel, almost looking personally offended.
charles wasn’t being petty right now. he was jealous and worried.
“we can do dinner tonight? just nothing fancy,” you shrugged; considering it was already late afternoon, sending charles a sympathetic smile which did not help one bit.
“i don’t get why your plans with xavier are so important.” charles grumbled, arms crossing over his chest like a little kid, oblivious to pierre’s skeptical gaze, looking over him in suspicion.
“fine to prevent a tantrum i’ll cancel. but you’re buying me a drink.” you rolled your eyes with a laugh, and pierre did not miss the monegasque eyes light up at the small statement.
the french man let out a fake laugh, also noticing your lack of awareness of charles jealousy despite his poor efforts of hiding it. was he reading into this too much?
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“that was so good!” you practically grinned ear to ear as you jumped into charles arms following his pole position, waiting for him back in the paddock outside ferarri garage; you were more than proud of your best friend.
charles felt as if he was on top of the world, sure only half the job was done. but the car was still good. it had performed the last two weeks and was doing so once again. but the biggest smile on his face came when his arms wrapped around you.
always his favourite person to get praise from, to celebrate with.
“not bad eh?” charles chuckled, squeezing you tightly before releasing you from his grip. your smile matched his, looking proud like always. you were his and pierre’s biggest supporter, despite shit talking them every other day; when it came to the time they were on track you could never contain your emotions.
“it was alright.” pierre’s voice interrupted the pair of you, charles rolling his eyes as you quickly turned to the french man; your sympathetic smile one with meaning as you embraced him as well.
“tomorrow is what matters.” you spoke proudly, not missing either of their eye roles. your go to line if either of them under performed, which was ultimately the case with pierre missing out on Q3.
“well considering━” charles had begun to speak, still beaming from the afternoon he just had, but he was interrupted.
“y/n!” a voice called; drawing all three of your attention to the approaching man, dressed in his haas uniform.
charles had never had his mood deflate so quickly, not after such a good session especially, but he connected the dots quickly. this was xavier.
“xavier,” you politely smiled, stepping aside to make room for him in your little circle. pierre matching you in sending a small smile and nod, while charles simply nodded.
“congrats mate. you’re killing it this year.” xavier had spoke to the ferarri driver, which had charles wanting to groan. why was he holding onto hope that he was an a-grade asshole? he had nodded in appreciation, sending a smile before xavier’s eyes were back on you. “i was wondering if you wanted to get drinks? but i’m assuming celebrations are in order,” he chuckled.
“i’d love to! but i’m not sure if we’re doing anything…” you trailed off, eyes turning to the man of the moment, almost in question. it was only pole, you weren’t too sure if charles wanted to celebrate or if he’d like a quiet night to prepare for what really matters. tomorrow.
“i’m sure you can join us. whatever we end up doing,” pierre grinned, his eyes glancing to charles whose jaw dropped, eyes darting to pierre in confusion.
what was he doing?
“oh no i don’t want to intrude.” xavier chuckled, shaking his head.
“yeah and we have a big day tomorrow so would rather keep it small,” charles tried to politely agree with xavier that he should in fact not intrude.
“no really! it’s fine. considering we made her cancel on you and all yesterday,” pierre smirked; watching as steam practically flew out of charles ears.
even you were confused, confused to why pierre was insisting he joined the three of you for the night; but you didn’t question it. you needed to make it up to xavier regardless.
“yeah okay. if that’s fine with you all.” xavier grinned your way, and charles wanted to slap the stupid smile off his face when you mirrored his grin. suddenly your attention had been taken off of him, when he was the guy everyone else was looking at.
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“you need to stop.” pierre had narrowed his eyes at charles, the pair of them sat on the couch, waiting for their cars to arrive to head to the paddock.
“stop what?” charles asked in innocent confusion, glancing towards the alpha tauri driver, turning his phone off as his words seemed to hold a lot of weight despite coming out of nowhere.
last night hadn’t been too bad. a few of the ferrari guys and a couple haas mechanics had joined, a random group of people yet a relaxing night filled with only one drink each but plenty of laughter.
pierre had spent the entire time focusing on you, xavier and charles however. and it was painful how obvious the monegasque was acting.
pierre questioned if he had ever failed to notice such obvious behaviour before, because he was having to hold in his laughter as charles grip tightened on his glass every time xavier made an attempt to flatter you.
charles desperate attempts to get your attention whenever you started speaking to xavier away from the group, pretending to not notice he was interrupting was pierre’s favourite part.
he didn’t know what was worse, the fact charles was making it so obvious that he wanted to punch xavier across the table or the fact you didn’t notice.
“stop whatever it is you feel for y/n.” pierre replied, raising his eyebrows; not missing charles facial expression falter for a moment before he replaced it with amusement.
“yeah okay pierre.” charles laughed, rolling his eyes as he returned his attention to his phone.
“i’m not joking. it’s so painfully obvious, you go the same colour of your shirt every time she mentions xavier.” pierre crossed his arms over his chest as if to challenge him, and charles rolled his eyes at the mention of the haas mechanic.
“i do not. and so what if i much rather it us three.” charles shook his head, deflecting with ease. yet pierre wasn’t buying any of it.
“i’m not stupid charles.” pierre rolled his eyes.
“okay so maybe i don’t want to hear about another guy when we were the ones she was with only two weeks ago? i don’t think that’s irrational.” charles huffed, not needing any of pierre’s interrogation.
“you don’t want to hear about it because you have feelings for her.” pierre corrected him, speaking certainly.
“that’s not true.” charles huffed, quick in his reply; still avoiding pierre’s eyes. lying through his teeth. he didn’t need pierre to spell out his mistake.
so what he had come to the realisation that he much rather you be more than a friend during your couple nights together.
“so her and xavier could hit it off and you wouldn’t care?” pierre questioned, charles letting out a groan at his insistent.
“you sound like the jealous one. not me.” charles continued to deflect. he did not need to entertain pierre’s suspicions and made up ideas.
“just answer the question mate.” pierre sighed, running his hand over his head, amazed yet not surprised about charles avoidance and ability to dance around his questions.
“so what if i would care? you’re telling me you wouldn’t?” charles quizzed, lifting his eyes to pierre in skepticism.
pierre eyes lit up when charles had cracked, having to hold back the smug smirk from the fact of being right.
“no i wouldn’t. because it’s just sex.” pierre replied confidently, challenging charles attempt to justify his thoughts. he couldn’t play that card right now.
“yeah you say that now.” charles scoffed in disbelief, not wanting to believe he had gotten attached, and pierre hadn’t. he wanted to believe what he was feeling was normal.
“and i mean it. if i cared now then i would’ve cared all those months ago when she was in my bed every night but in your garage for every race.” pierre told him, words too true to deny and charles knew it.
pierre looked at him expectantly, inviting him to try find another excuse but charles remained silent.
“i knew it.” pierre sighed, his head falling back in disappointment. and they both blamed him for putting this friendship at risk, while charles was here head over heels.
“it doesn’t matter. i’m not doing anything about it. it was a one time thing. she said it herself.” charles was quick to try shut pierre up, he didn’t need this becoming more of a topic of conversation than it already was.
“a one time thing between us three.” pierre corrected him again, he’d accept an excuse that actually had some meaning. not a cop out.
“okay then. a two time thing between me and her.” charles snapped, unsure at what pierre wanted him to say. enough had already been said. charles didn’t need to remember the fact that pierre got months with you while he got two nights.
pierre sensed charles annoyance, not wanting to push him too far the pair sat in silence for a few moments. a rare awkward silence for the two of them.
“just don’t ruin things. please.” pierre huffed, even sparing charles a sympathetic glance. which only pissed charles off further. why did he need pierre’s sympathy?
“i won’t.”
━━
“why would you do that?” you whined, turning to face charles with a frown on your face. a genuine one, having to watch the back of the haas shirt disappear down the paddock after charles poisonous words.
“do what?” pierre spoke as he approached the pair of you, having heard you with ease. his race suit hanging from his hips much like charles, having just gotten back and changed after the driver parade.
“nothing.” charles defended, wanting to roll his eyes at the fact pierre had now approached. okay so maybe he ruined things? he didn’t mean to.
pierre glanced to you, and could instantly tell charles was lying. and the sight of your frown alone was enough to get him worked up.
“he told xavier that me and you are sleeping together.” you grunted, arms crossing over your chest as you glared daggers at charles, who let out a sigh.
“you did what?” pierre asked in outrage, did this mornings conversation mean nothing to him? he sent a knowing glare, as if to question him. what the fuck?
“i said you were sleeping together.” charles tried to excuse, voice going up a pitch. “he said you two seemed close, i wasn’t going to lie.” charles continued to try to play it off, knowing he’d fucked up. there was no need for him to say it.
it sent the wrong message, hence your disappointment. xavier having left under the impression you were spoken for, he was overstepping. he didn’t need to be on the bad side of a driver.
and charles was quite pleased, until his eyes met yours and he quickly realised how out of character he had acted.
“not mentioning something is not lying charles,” you frowned, shaking your head as you let out a breath of disbelief. your voice giving away the fact you were legitimately upset, which had charles frowning.
“i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to!” charles rushed out, lying but apologetic none the less. he was sorry. but he did intend on doing what he did. “i really am. i’m sure he won’t care if you clear things up.” charles sighed, speaking genuinely as he rubbed the back of his neck; guilt washing over him.
you let out a sigh, shaking your head as you believed his words. you liked xavier. he was nice. you didn’t see it going further so forgiving charles was easy. but you felt guilty, xavier having just been humiliated.
“it’s fine. but you’re apologising to him.” you mumbled, turning to look at pierre. “good luck out there,” you smiled, eyes then glancing to charles. you only spared him a half smile, before following in the direction xavier had just went to clean up charles mess.
“y/n wait,” charles groaned, not wanting you to leave on this note despite you claiming things were okay.
“it’s fine charles.” you huffed, waving him off as you kept walking ━ not doing much to convince him, but you didn’t feel as if he deserved reassurance right now.
charles practically winced when he turned back to face a less than impressed pierre, who was awaiting an explanation immediately.
“i’m not explaining myself to you.” charles spoke, shaking his head as he began to walk off; pierre being quick to follow, attempting to appear calm as there were cameras and people around.
“it’s like you want her to know.” pierre hissed, catching up with ease. he knew nothing was to come of this xavier guy, you were simply being nice. but charles had made his jealousies so clear, pierre felt the need to slap some sense into him; considering it had now upset you.
if this was how he was acting over a guy you were simply befriending, pierre cringed at the idea of you actually being interested in someone.
has it always been this obvious? was pierre too focused on you and not giving anything away during the friends with benefits stage to realise charles had grown feelings?
“this is your fault. if you hadn’t ambushed me this morning i wouldn’t be overthinking everything!” charles whisper yelled towards pierre as they walked, as if anyone was listening in on them.
pierre had scoffed. “my fault?” pierre let out a laugh, shaking his head. “yeah okay lover boy. it’s my fault you’re thinking with your dick instead of your head.” pierre hummed, words dripping with sarcasm.
“you’re making a big deal out of nothing. xavier was barely a friend, i’m sure he and she will get over some pointless information.” charles spoke as he ignored pierre; hands working on zipping up his drivers suit to distract him.
dealing with his feelings for you was much easier when pierre wasn’t on his back, that had become obviously quickly. because ever since his conversation with pierre this morning his mind has been overthinking every little word and action.
“i’m not gonna let you ruin the friendship you two have.” pierre spoke in conclusion, his eyes telling charles that his words were really a warning, giving no room to reply before he walked off in the other direction. there was nothing more to say.
━━
charles had won the race; and despite your initial intentions to make him sweat over his diva moment, that had gone out the window a few laps in.
celebrations with the team didn’t last long, considering most had flights booked for that night. however you had decided to fly back the following day, alongside pierre and charles.
so that’s how you got here, in pierre’s hotel room with the both of them.
last time this had happened in bahrain you had came all over both of their dicks.
“i’m having flashbacks.” pierre smirked practically speaking your thoughts, causing your eyes to widen as you quickly nudged him; a chuckle leaving his lips which caused a giggle to leave yours.
despite it being the first mention of that night together, considering charles had just won a race meant probably nothing could concern you right now.
“shut up.” you rolled your eyes, moving to the couch charles had just sat down on, his first moment to relax since this morning ━ a breath of relief leaving his lips. “you sure you don’t want to do anything special? or are these wins becoming the normal now?” you teased.
“i don’t think i have the energy to fake small talk with hundreds of people tonight.” charles hummed in response, hand running through his hair as he gave you a small smile to thank you for offering to do more.
“what do you classify as special?” pierre spoke up knowingly, sitting opposite from the pair of you, raising his eyebrows in amusement causing you to roll yours and throw the closest thing you could at him, which was a pillow. something you do way too often.
“shut up.” you repeated and laughed; a blush raising on your cheeks at the obvious reference to how you had celebrated pierre’s only win. what started everything a year and a half ago.
charles furrowed his eyebrows, glancing between the pair of you, eyes lingering on pierre. he recognised the amused grin on his face and he didn’t like it. nor did he like the hinting at the times they had slept together.
“charles not getting the same treatment?” pierre spoke so casually, a cocky smirk resting on his features. the sparkle in his eye making it clear he was up to something and charles was beyond confused.
you laughed it off, too ecstatic from your best friends win to stress over talking about something that usually gets you worked up.
“she was only so generous because she knew you winning again was not likely.” charles pitched in, causing another laugh to rise from you as pierre chuckled; raising his eyebrows.
charles was walking right into his trap. he may be sitting there grinning right now but pierre planned on wiping the fake grin off his face pretty quickly.
“you’re forgetting the numerous occasions that followed…” pierre trailed off smugly.
“you’re forgetting when━” charles had quickly begin to reply, wanting to one up him.
“oh my god shut up, both of you.” you exasperated; leaning forward to grab the bottle of champagne from the table. “we are not speaking of any of that ever again.” you warned, glaring between the pair of them; taking a swig from the bottle; god knows you need it if this was the topic of conversation.
“why not?” pierre frowned, raising to his feet, reaching for the bottle from you, which you hesitantly passed over. you shook your head at his words, but had to laugh at how casually he was speaking.
you admired how through all of this, from the beginning, was always nothing to pierre. he was never fazed.
“could become a tradition.” pierre joked, wiggling his eyebrows; and that was enough to make you fail in suppressing your laughter, despite your heated cheeks.
“if you’re going to keep speaking about this i’m going to need another drink.” you laughed, reaching for the bottle right back as pierre too took a sip, his eyes then falling on yours.
“i mean charles has a good car this year, i’m sure he’s pretty keen.” pierre smirked, not passing you the bottle, instead moving to stand next to you. your eyes flashing with interest as he instead moved his hand to your cheek, tilting your head upwards and towards him.
it was as if you read his mind, excitement taking over you meaning you had no hesitation in parting your lips; happily letting him pour the liquid into your mouth as he gripped your jaw.
all the while pierre’s eyes were burning into charles, as if to challenge him. the intimate moment one charles was watching in disbelief and annoyance.
the smirk on pierre’s lips as he held your head in place, not to mention the blush that hadn’t left your cheeks ever since pierre started speaking to you in that damned suggestive tone of his. it was getting on his nerves, and it showed.
“what are you doing?” charles spoke up, interrupting the moment, his voice flat. which was no surprise to pierre, but it was to you, causing you to quickly try swallow the liquid and twist out under pierre’s grasp.
“lighten up,” you grinned; grabbing ahold of the bottle from pierre’s grasp, shifting up onto your knees on the couch and shuffling closer to charles, an innocent hand being placed on his shoulder. “we’re celebrating your win one way or another. just not pierre’s way.” you giggled, beaming down at the monegasque.
his annoyance had drained quite quickly the moment you had smiled at him, a meaningless eye roll as it took practically nothing to convince him, mirroring your actions from moments ago as he angled his head up towards you and opened his mouth, an expectant look on his face.
your eyes lit up at his compliance, tilting the bottle to pour the champagne into his mouth ━ a delicate hand moving to cup his cheek, unlike the tight grip pierre had on yours.
the eye contact had your stomach turning, alongside the beautiful view of his pink lips, reminding you of how they moved against yours.
oh god.
“happy now?” you had asked, thumb moving to wipe a few droplets that had missed his mouth; never breaking eye contact, and charles practically felt his breath hitch in his throat from the contact.
“considering that one over there hasn’t spoken in the last 30 seconds, yes.” charles tried to brush off his lapse of composure; a teasing smile being sent pierre’s way, who was watching the pair of you in amusement.
“was too busy watching you guys eye fuck each other.” he had shrugged simply, and while both of the drivers had expected you to once again tell him to shut up, you only grinned; moving to your feet so you could place the bottle back down on the table.
“no need to be jealous pierre.” you joked, so innocently unaware of what was going on here. to you pierre was always the possessive one, the protective one. that night in bahrain proved it.
charles had panicked at your words, eyes darting to pierre in alarm. was this what he was setting up? about to expose him for how he had been acting these past few days. simply tell you that no, actually, charles was the jealous one of the two.
“can’t help myself ma belle,” pierre had smirked right back at you, eyes drifting to charles for one moment; before falling upon you. “not after how much attention he got compared to me a couple weeks ago,” pierre reminded you, his hand moving to push a strand of your hair away from your face, having stepped closer.
charles grew relieved, but then quickly confused. what was happening? was pierre just one massive hypocrite and wanted you for himself or was this all meant to lead to something?
you too were confused, for a completely different reason. because despite every rational part of you knowing you should tell pierre to fuck off and leave the past in the past as intended, you found yourself wanting to play into whatever game he was playing.
which shouldn’t be too surprising. a part of you knew deep down that the moment either of them presented an opportunity to revisit the events of bahrain that you’d take them up on it.
“he’s nicer than you.” you pointed out in a hum, inviting the minimal distance as you glanced over your shoulder towards charles, acting on instinct and wanting to see how he was reacting towards this.
you couldn’t read him. probably because charles didn’t know how to feel. because his mind was racing with thoughts, sinful ones, fearful ones and the image of pierre’s face after being met with his fist.
“you don’t like nice.” pierre scoffed, eyes glancing to charles once more; almost as if he was speaking to charles, not you. as if he was giving some friendly advice to his mate.
“what are you guys doing?” charles interrupted once again, this time trying to hide the bluntness to his tone ━ because he knew the answer to his question, he more so wanted to know why.
his question had caught you off guard; alongside his judgmental tone… what were you doing? but the reassuring look of pierre was enough to bring you right back. or maybe it was his thumb that brushed over your bottom lip.
“enjoying ourselves.” you answered, turning to face charles and allowing your back to rest against pierre chest; who quite happily rested his head on your shoulder.
charles could throw up at the sight. realising how normal it was for you two to be so close to each other, to act in such a way as if it was no big deal. only now was it hitting him that xavier was in no way the one he needed to be worrying about.
“celebrating.” you added with a mischievous smile, an inviting one too; which faltered when charles didn’t match it, and once again you were ready to crawl back into your shell until you felt pierre trail a finger up the outside of your leg.
“come on mate. you don’t want to celebrate? she sure knows how to. don’t think anything will beat the head she gave me after monza,” pierre revealed, speaking directly at charles as he let his hand run up the bare skin of your thigh.
only then did it click something else was going on here, you weren’t sure what; and you definitely weren’t in a position to try figure it out when you felt pierre’s lips attach to the skin of your neck, growing flustered at his words.
“one time thing. remember?” charles rolled his eyes, his jaw ticking as he tried to comprehend what was unfolding in front of him. this was not the same as last time, last time he was not phased by the fact pierre was fucking you right in front of his eyes.
right now he couldn’t bare to watch him touch you.
“i’m willing to make an exception,” you breathed out as your head fell back onto pierre’s shoulder, catching both of them off guard, but pierre did not miss a beat ━ the confirmation you were on board was all he needed to start touching you with intent.
“see? she’s desperate to get on her knees and congratulate you. aren’t you love?” pierre spoke, and you didn’t hesitate to nod your head without shame.
“yeah.” you confirmed, eyes falling back on charles, his green eyes having visibly darkened; you couldn’t escape his stare considering pierre was behind you and still assaulting your neck.
pierre looked to charles once more, who didn’t make any move nor say anything. pierre had hoped charles would’ve cracked by now, but he wasn’t near finished.
“i’ll gladly take you up on that offer if he won’t princess,” pierre chuckled when charles made no move; not wasting any time in twisting you back around on your feet.
his eyes had searched yours for any doubt, any sign of wanting to back out of whatever this was. before he could ask however you had grabbed his neck and pulled him down to meet your lips.
charles audibly grunted, how did celebrating his win turn into watching his two best friend make out? not to mention the fact pierre had just found out charles had caught feelings, and this was what he does?
pierre’s lips moved against yours hungrily, grip tightening on your waist as he held you against his body; well aware charles was watching, so he could only smirk against your lips when he dragged a moan out of you from nipping down on your bottom lip.
charles self control was thinning, about to snap; and it did as he watched pierre strategically move a hand to your ass, the squeeze in direct view and the sound you made was more than enough to get him out of his seat.
“i don’t see how this is fair when i’m the guy who won,” charles grunted as he approached the pair of you, his hands finding your hips quickly as he pressed his chest against your back ━ pulling your hips back into him which had you gasping into pierre’s mouth.
“you were too busy sitting there pouting,” you spoke breathlessly as your head fell back against charles shoulder, pierre busying himself as he kissed down your neck once more, hovering over the already forming hickeys from before.
“this seems to be more a reward for you than me though, hm?” charles added, eyes staring down at you; you almost wanted to be a hypocrite and pout, much more preferring him with his sweet words and delicate touches.
“please charles,” you practically whined, eyes staring up at him; not oblivious to pierre’s wandering hands and lips as you looked up at the ferarri driver.
his grip was tight enough to bruise on your hips, pulling them back against his front once more.
“you know i can’t say no to you ma chérie,” charles admitted, ducking his head to place a kiss under your ear; the feeling of now both their lips on your skin at the same time making it difficult to think.
you couldn’t even process charles words because pierre soon had gripped your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “always so quick to forget about me.” he tsked, causing another shaky breath from you.
this had barely started and you already felt a mess, literally stuck between their bodies you were struggling to differentiate between there touches.
“you didn’t win,” you managed to pull yourself together; voice already sounding breathless. you felt charles lips leave your neck, but didn’t see him raise his head to flash pierre a cocky smirk, raising his eyebrows at his french friend.
“no he didn’t.” charles confirmed, his hands gliding over the side of your legs; pierre’s holding a tight grip on your waist. you didn’t have a second to breathe between them, feeling charles breath on your neck and pierre’s fanning your face.
pierre was unaffected by the words, purely because he knew how easily he could make charles sweat throughout all of this. and that’s exactly what he planned on doing, all in good time.
he’d let charles have his fun now though.
“i don’t need to win to have you on your knees ma belle.” pierre spoke unfazed, his hands scrunching a grasp on your shirt before tugging it up your body, and as if perfectly synced charles grabbed the material around your shoulders and tugged it over your head; discarding it across the room.
“we’re doing it on a bed this time. my knees are still bruised,” you spoke, ignoring what pierre had said; eyes moving up to focus on the side of charles head. knowing he’d be much more willing to comply, and he was. one bat of your eyelashes and he was dragging you away from pierre’s hold and towards the bedroom.
pierre had rolled his eyes, yet wasted no time in following the pair of you; sure to grab the champagne on his way through.
“but you look so pretty when you’re on your knees for us,” pierre chimed as he watched charles push you back onto the bed, it was quite clear he was getting first dibs. again.
“he’s not wrong mon amour,” charles spoke in agreement as he hovered above you, placing a few kisses to your bare stomach as he worked his way down, his hands finding the waistband of your shorts, not wasting any time as he tugged them down. “but i think you’ll look even better cumming with my head between your thighs hm, you want that?” charles asked sweetly as he settled between your legs.
he just wanted to hear you moan his name, wanted to see you shaking above him. because of him.
he felt the need to remind you how good he could make you feel. better than pierre could. better than xavier could. better than anyone.
you propped yourself up on your elbows, bottom lip stuck between your teeth as you looked at him between your thighs; nodding your head desperately at his question, growing flustered in anticipation.
“of course she does. the slut would take anything you give her,” pierre smirked, advancing towards the bed, taking a lazy sip from the bottle of champagne while he watched charles spread your legs. “can see how wet you are from here. so fucking needy for us and we’ve barely touched you.” pierre laughed, forcing your eyes onto him.
your cheeks were flushed from the taunt, knowing he wasn’t lying. and seeking refuge in charles was no option; the ferarri driver grinning at his friends words instead of competing against them, his finger tracing up your clothed entrance almost on cue, causing you to moan.
it took you a moment to register charles quite literally ripping your thong to get it out of his way, the flimsy material snapping with ease between his hands as he threw it behind him; your jaw dropping.
charles relieved his attempt of getting the material out of his way didn’t fail, pierre would not let him hear the end of it if it did.
“what the fu━” you were ready to complain, but your words trailed off into a moan as he licked a stripe between your folds, his arms moving to shift around your thighs, tugging you closer towards him which caused you to yelp.
you had no time to recover either, because immediately he had his mouth at work, sucking on your clit as he held you in place; your head falling back.
“oh my god,” you moaned at the sudden onslaught of pleasure, tuning out pierre’s condescending chuckles. the alpha tauri driver watching on, eyes admiring your body.
“feel good baby?” pierre spoke, moving to the side of the bed as he placed the champagne down, taking a seat on the bed next you ━ his hands snaked around your back to find the clasp of your bra. he wanted to enjoy the view properly.
“so good.” you whimpered, nodding your head ━ charles smiling against your cunt as he refused to slow his movements, having craved this for way too long, he got a brief taste of you that one night he had you all to himself, and since then he’s just wanted more.
the perfect way to spend the night after such a convincing win.
pierre had grabbed ahold of the side of your head lightly, turning your face towards him before his lips met yours in a heated kiss. you hummed in appreciation as you kissed back, not failing to notice his hand that came to squeeze your right breast tightly.
charles glanced up at the pair of you, tugging you closer towards him without thinking after watching the pair of you make out for a few moments, nibbling at your sensitive bud ever so lightly, catching you completely off guard and causing you to moan into pierre’s mouth, struggling to kiss back any longer.
“charles oh my god,” you gasped, he wasn’t giving you a second to breathe. there were sure to be small bruises from his fingers holding your thighs, which were attempting to squeeze together ━ no match for his strong hold.
he managed to untangle one arm, moving to slide a finger inside of you quickly while his mouth paid attention to your clit. pierre watching all the mean while, his left hand lazily playing with your boobs; flicking your nipple between his fingers.
your arms were struggling to hold you up, tempted to fall back fully onto your back; but the want to watch charles was the only thing stopping your shaking arms from giving way.
“look at the mess you’re making love,” pierre spoke, noticing your struggles to stay up right, his words in your ear not making it any easier. “been thinking about this a lot?” he asked teasingly, eyes shifting down onto your face.
you only whimpered in response, attempting to keep your head up to look at charles, whose eyes were now looking up at you, stilling his moments. you had whined, not processing why he had stopped, your eyes pleading for him to continue; pierre laughing beside you.
“answer him. use your words ma chérie,” charles spoke huskily, giving your inner thigh a small tap of encouragement.
“gets so stupid the moment you touch her, slut can’t answer a simple question,” pierre commented; never failing to fluster you, all the while you were desperately trying to remember what you were even asked. but with charles breath literally fanning your clit and pierre’s hands roaming your chest it was no use.
“fuck off,” you mumbled out, taking these few moments to try compose yourself, eyes falling down on charles as you ignored pierre’s laughter.
“he asked if you think about this a lot,” charles hummed sympathetically, finger moving in and out of you a few times before stilling again as a motive for you to answer
your breathing was heavy, nodding your head at his words. “yeah,” you confirmed, voice lacking confidence from embarrassment; pierre perking up at your response as if he was surprised.
“of course you do.” pierre grinned, his lips moving to kiss the skin on your chest and neck; roaming aimlessly and lazily. “tell us then, what do you think about?” pierre asked you as you squirmed beneath the pair of them, the light kisses and touches from both of them making it hard to stay still, craving more.
“guys please,” you whined; ignoring pierre’s question, hips bucking up towards charles face ━ just wanting him to touch you again, his tongue, fingers; anything.
to your surprise however you were met with a harsher slap on your inner thigh, causing you to gasp as your eyes darted back down to charles.
“you heard him,” charles grunted, pierre’s smirk growing as the pair of them just waited. wanting to know what you fantasied about.
pierre wanted an ego boost.
charles wanted to know if you thought about him how he did you.
“want you both at the same time,” you admitted, cheeks on fire as you avoided eye contact with the pair of them, eyes settling on the ceiling instead. “one in my mouth while the other fucks me.” your voice was quiet, detailing the thought in your mind for the past two weeks.
charles rewarded your answer by slowly starting to move his finger in and out of you, his tongue even flicking your clit a few times; which had whimpers falling from your lips.
“you want us to use you?” pierre rephrased your answer, his large hand cupping your cheek to tilt your head back towards him. “that’s what you’re trying to say isn’t it pretty girl,” he grinned wickedly.
you almost moaned at the sight, his large hand holding your head in place as your legs shook underneath charles hands, pierre’s eyes practically piercing yours.
once more you could only whimper, nodding in confirmation, a whisper of the word please being heard but long forgotten as charles busied himself once more.
purely to distract you from pierre’s hold. it hadn’t become clear to you yet but charles was struggling when your attention was not on him.
your arms gave way when he added a second finger, back arching off the bed as he resumed his assault on your clit with his mouth, which felt like absolute heaven.
shamelessly close, you were already struggling to form coherent sentences; pierre having opted for watching for now, bottle of champagne back in his hand as he admired the way your body shook.
“i’m close charles, please,” you whined; not even ashamed of how quickly your orgasm was approaching. the teasing those past few moments had you on edge and surprisingly it wasn’t taking much to push you over.
“don’t let her cum.” the dreaded words left pierre’s lips like a natural reflex, and you should’ve expected it considering he did this last time.
you were well aware this man had a thing for edging - he’d denied you of orgasm countless amount of times, so you whined in preparation for the pleasure to be cruelly taken from you.
but this time charles didn’t listen, catching you completely off guard. your body expecting his fingers to retract when instead they curled perfectly inside you. expected his tongue to leave your clit but rather it sped up.
you practically squealed as you came suddenly, body shaking and hips bucking up once more. pierre let out a small groan at the sight and sounds you were making, after having rolled his eyes at charles ignoring him. which he should’ve predicted.
“oh my god charles,” you breathed out, pulling your head up to look at him, chest heaving as your legs shook. you were met with his green eyes, watching as he flashed you a sweet smile, in awe of the view ahead of him.
“i’m not done ma belle,” charles spoke so simply, and it took you a few moments to realise what he meant before his lips were back on your clit, his fingers which had slowed down beginning to speed up again.
pierre eyebrows perked up in interest when he realised what charles was doing, but the scoff that left his lips was audible to both of you. he said nothing though, despite his want to. he could be patient, allow charles to consume all of your attention and praise for now.
you practically flinched when charles tongue returned to flicking your clit, so sensitive from the orgasm you had barley gotten over, your hands gripping onto the sheets beside you.
“i cant, oh my god,” you struggled to speak; hips attempting to push up once again, which charles easily stopped by moving his hand to press on your lower stomach, holding you in place as if it was nothing despite your consistent squirming.
“we’ve barely started love,” pierre chuckled; leaning over to push some hair out of your face, voice holding no sympathy just like charles with his treatment of your cunt. he wasn’t letting up, how could he with the moans leaving your lips and your thighs shaking around him? “keep your eyes open,” he instructed you sweetly as he tilted your chin towards him once more.
he had made it clear that he at least wanted your eyes on him, considering charles wasn’t willing to share anything else.
your jaw dropped as charles curled his fingers inside you, a shaky breath falling from your lips as you tried to keep your eyes on pierre. and attempted to stop your shaking body, to no success however.
“gonna cum all over his fingers again? making such a mess on my sheets and it’s because of another guy.” pierre asked you with a laugh, causing you to whine as he stared down at you intently, grip still tight on your chin.
you could barely comprehend his words again, which he knew. if you weren’t feeling pure ecstasy right now you’d tell him to shut up, try stop him from always running his mouth.
but you loved it, and he knew that too. his taunts, praise, degrading words; whatever he said to you during moments like these had your cheeks on fire and had you becoming a stuttering mess.
simply put it, when it came to sex pierre knew how to please you perfectly, even without touching you.
and charles envied that, in such a short time it was even obvious to him just how well pierre pleased you. how quickly you would submit to him, how a simple whisper in your ear had you a flustered mess.
even while charles was here between your thighs somehow your attention was on pierre? he knew that should be expected with it being a threesome and all, but it seemed the more it happened ━ the more it annoyed him.
“fuck charles,” you moaned, head falling back away from pierre’s grip once more; bringing the ferarri back to reality. reminding him you still very much appreciated his efforts right now. also making him realise how fucking stupid he was.
you were moaning his name yet he was worried about another guy. he had fallen hard, it was almost pathetic. however he let none of that distract him as he quickly guided you to your second orgasm, which hit you hard and quickly; without any warning.
the overstimulation had your eyes rolling back, a string of moans filling the air as you came on charles fingers again.
“fuck you’re hot,” pierre had breathed out quietly you didn’t even hear it; having nothing else to do but watch, having freed his painful hard on a few moments earlier ━ lazily jacking off.
“you’re really good at that,” you spoke quietly through your heavy breaths, eyes falling onto charles for a few moments, your cheeks flushed and hair already a slight mess. eyes watery but no tears had fallen. yet.
charles had grinned at your praise as if you screaming his name wasn’t enough clarification that he was meeting your expectations, finally sitting up straight as he moved to hover over you once more.
“you taste better than the champagne,” charles smiled playfully, before moving to slide his fingers over your lips; which you happily invited in your mouth.
even in your fucked out state, despite having not been fucked yet, you were quick to clean yourself off his fingers; eyes staring up at him as you did.
“good girl,” the coo had left charles naturally, his other hand pushing a few strands of hair that were sticking to your face back; and you felt your stomach twist at the interaction.
the praise, the eye contact, his delicate touch you had just realised you had so dearly missed. not to mention all the while you were sucking his fingers. you were practically mesmerised by him in those few moments.
pierre was growing sick of this. watching yet another intimate moment between the pair of you. this was more than just a charles issue.
last time he thought nothing of it, but now knowing charles had feelings he was noticing the differences in the glances and physical touch you two shared.
“alright, i have a better use for that mouth,” pierre interrupted the pair of you; refraining from any snide comments, breaking you out of your hypnotic like trance as charles pulled his fingers out of your mouth.
your eyes had fallen onto pierre, lighting up at the sight of his hard cock, more than eager to suck him off despite your legs still slightly trembling.
“what was that about both of us at the same time mon amour?” charles asked, sitting back on his knees between your legs; his hands finding your hips as he swiftly turned you on to your stomach.
pierre had moved to sit against the headboard, facing you as you quickly caught on; biting down on your bottom lip as you positioned yourself between pierre’s legs.
you didn’t know what to focus on, charles behind you grabbing your hips to lift your ass up slightly as he further spread your legs, or the view in front of you; pierre smirking down at you as he stroked his hard cock directly in front of your face.
after a moment of trying to compose yourself, which was still no use, you reached to replace pierre’s hand with your own; instead met with his other hand tangling in your hair, tugging your head up and stopping your movements, a wince leaving your lips.
“say please pretty girl.” pierre reminded you, amusement sparkling in his eyes as he stared down at you, holding your head in place. not missing any opportunity to assert his power over you.
your jaw had dropped at his persistence to make you work for things, your eyes rolling ━ considering this was the first time you weren’t on the edge of an orgasm as pierre teased you, meant you were inclined to do the opposite of what he asked.
“do you ever shut up?” you questioned in a huff, bold words considering your compromising position. not oblivious to the sound of charles ridding himself of his belt and pants, his hands returning to your thighs; a chuckle leaving his lips.
“you say that as if you weren’t just screaming charles name for the whole floor to hear.” pierre was quick to snap back, eyebrows raising as he tugged your hair, his favourite way to try keep you in line. “say please.” he repeated, playfulness gone from his tone.
“i’m quite happy for you to just watch charles fuck me.” you hummed, looking up at pierre sweetly; watching as his jaw ticked at your disobedience, he found it amusing however; as if you would be able to deny him much longer.
however it was charles who got through to you, a sharp slap on your ass catching you completely off guard, the moan falling from your lips before you could stop it as you jolted forwards, only inches away from pierre’s dick now but his grip on your head didn’t let you get too close.
“i like listening to you beg,” charles had defensively spoken in reply when you let out a whine at the spank, feeling an irrational sense of betrayal. so now charles decides to side with pierre.
you had to stop yourself from huffing and rolling your eyes, pierre’s cocky smirk only having grown as he looked down at you expectantly.
“don’t know why you always do this,” pierre commented, a deep breath leaving his lips as he stared down at you. “no need to act like you’re not desperate to suck my cock baby, we all know you are.” he teased, tapping the tip of his dick on your cheek for good measure.
charles had rolled his eyes at the pointless reminder that you and pierre had done this many times, unsure as to why pierre always felt the need to bring it up. you however felt as if your whole body was on fire, annoyance, arousal, anticipation. so many things to focus on and enjoy it was just all too much.
“please,” you spoke in a sigh, looking up at him through your lashes, not that you had any choice with the grip he had in your hair. but once more you were snapped out of your thoughts with charles hand making contact with your ass once more.
“you can do better than that,” charles muttered, his low voice alongside the sharp pain that turned into pleasure causing you to flinch slightly as you gasped.
“please, wanna taste you,” you whined, reacting quite quickly to charles comment; despite your eyes being up and on pierre. who for once actually felt a bit disheartened that you’d beg because charles said so, not himself. he didn’t let it show though. not when you were looking up at him with pleading eyes while his dick twitched in his hand. “please pierre, just want you in my mouth. down my throat.” you squeaked out after feeling charles run his tip through your folds.
he couldn’t deny you any longer, releasing the grip in your hair without another word. you felt relieved, hand immediately reaching to wrap around him; jacking him off a few times before moving your tongue to the base of his dick, licking a long stripe up to the top.
you didn’t miss pierre’s head fall back as you licked up the pre-cum that had leaked over his tip, before taking him in your mouth; hollowing your cheeks as you were quick to try impress, taking as much of him as you could right off the bat.
“there you go baby,” pierre spoke in encouragement, watching you in awe; the view of your ass perfectly placed in front of him as charles lined up at your entrance, he too having grown hard just from bringing you to your back to back orgasms.
you moaned around him when charles thrusted inside of you, his hands holding your hips up as he did so, his groan mixing with pierre’s and the sounds the pair of them were making had your head spinning.
“pussy feels like it was fucking made for me ma belle,” charles grunted out as he stilled inside you; allowing you to get used to his size for a moment. which you needed in all honesty.
your moan from his words was muffled as you bobbed your head up and down pierre’s dick slowly, tongue swirling expertly but your pace lacking as you focused on the full feeling, hips soon wiggling to try entice charles to start moving.
“already came twice and still greedy for more,” pierre noted, speaking through heavy breaths as you sucked him off, your eyes fluttering to look up at him. “such a whore for us,” pierre cooed, his tone not matching his words as he took your hair into a makeshift ponytail with his hand so it didn’t get in your way.
“cause she knows no one can fuck her better,” charles had chimed in as he began to thrust in and out of you. hard. causing you to struggle to stay consistent with pierre’s dick in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat every few moments.
pierre had mercy for a few moments, pulling you off his cock as your hand quickly replaced your mouth, pumping his length quickly as the moans stumbled from your lips.
“fuck yes,” you were quick to moan in agreement and appreciation, eyes rolling back as charles fucked you, the angle allowing for him to hit spots that you weren’t expecting. coming off two orgasms, it shouldn’t be surprising it was already feeling incredible.
you didn’t want to disappoint however, managing your focus enough to take pierre back in your mouth; which had him moaning once more, always admiring your determination to please. and the feeling of you moaning around his dick every time charles hit that certain spot inside of you had him practically groaning in response.
“mouth feels like fuckin’ heaven,” pierre commented, his hand pushing your head down just that little bit further to enjoy the feeling of you deep throating him, and you had no complaints, despite gagging around him momentarily, the action had you clenching around charles.
“she likes that.” charles commented with a grunt, hand giving your ass a squeeze as he pounded into you, your walls tightening around his cock only causing him to fasten up, bringing your hips back into him with ease.
you couldn’t hear pierre chuckle, too lost in your own pleasure as you took the alpha tauri’s driver cock down your throat over and over again. body moving with every thrust charles made, he was fucking you stupid and you were loving it.
“mhm, feels so good,” you whimpered out pathetically when pierre pulled you off his dick again, the driver being considerate of your need to breathe as you moaned and gagged around him moments earlier. your hand replacing your mouth once more, not wanting pierre to miss out.
your free hand was gripping onto pierre’s thigh, nails digging into the skin as charles fucked you, your third orgasm approaching way too quickly. you’d feel ashamed with how quick you were cumming but charles telling you he was about to cum made those worries disappear.
charles knew you were about to finish as well, his hand snaking around your waist and finding your sensitive clit instantly, a few circles with his fingers and your high reached you suddenly, cumming on his dick before even realising it was happening; screaming his name all the while.
it was enough to make charles cum, your walls tightening around him once more had him hitting his orgasm with a groan, cumming partially inside you and on the inside of your thighs.
“fuck princess,” charles grunted, dropping your hips. you could only moan in response, watery eyes looking up at pierre, hand still working his cock; even putting the effort to drag your thumb over his tip despite your body feeling as if you’d just done a marathon.
“fuck you look so good like this,” pierre breathed, dick twitching in your hand as his hand wiped a couple of tears that has escaped your eyes, alongside the spit that had gathered at the corner of your mouth. “you think you got one more in you? i wanna ruin that pretty cunt of yours as well.” pierre asked, having to bite down on the inside of his cheek.
he could cum in your hand right now in all honesty, but he wanted to fuck you. for selfish reasons. and other reasons.
you nodded weakly, looking up at him eagerly. “you gotta give me a moment though,” you spoke with a breathless laugh, hand still moving up and down as you heard charles chuckle from behind you, proud he has fired you out.
his hands were casually massaging your shaking thighs, which you were silently appreciating. still coming down from your high ━ pierre nodded, in no way wanting to rush you. “whenever your ready. could have you like this all day.” pierre smirked, watching as charles stood up off the bed and walked around to grab the bottle of champagne.
“makes two of us.” charles agreed, causing your eyes to shift to him and where he now stood, having a perfect view of your face now. you smiled lazily at him, admiring the post sex glow quite clearly tracing his face. it almost made you wish you could’ve been watching him while he fucked you. but pierre was no view to complain about.
charles had took a swing of the bottle, before holding it out to you. you nodded, a grin breaking out on your face as charles leant over to hold the bottle above your lips, your mouth opening as he poured a bit of liquid. all the while you were still wanking pierre off, lazily however so he wouldn’t cum until he was inside of you.
“so good for us.” charles grinned before retracting the bottle from your mouth, offering some to pierre who had declined; making some comment about how he had enough when charles was hogging you for himself.
“best for last.” you had jokingly replied to pierre’s snide comment, your tired giggle making it clear you were joking, which wouldn’t have meant anything to charles until you also sent him a reassuring smile, sitting up and moving to straddle pierre.
charles had moved to the other side of the bed, taking a seat on the edge with the champagne in hand, thinking he’d be content in watching now that he’d already brought you to three toe curling orgasms.
“i want you to face charles love,” pierre spoke in the middle of your movements, a moment of confusion spreading across your face but you quickly caught on, managing to turn around; reverse cowgirl it was.
as if your legs were going to hold up for this.
“i don’t think━” you had started to speak, but as if he was reading your mind pierre interrupted.
“i got you baby don’t worry. i’ll do all the work,” he chuckled; hands grabbing your hips and moving you to hover over him, lowering you onto his length slowly, and with ease due to your arousal from before.
your head fell back onto his shoulder immediately, jaw dropping as he filled you up; whimpering when he bottomed out. “oh fuck pierre,” you mumbled, your hand reaching back and tangling in his hair.
pierre tried not to lose himself in the feeling of you, knowing he had other things to focus on. so while his hands began to guide your hips up and down, his attention remained on you and how you were reacting.
“need you to look at charles for me love,” he had repeated, breathing heavily through his words. you whined at the request, lacking control over your body but managing to do so anyways, dragging your head up to meet the monegasque driver, who was watching intently.
charles face was stoic, watching as you rode pierre’s dick he quickly realised he’d have to act as if this wasn’t bothering him, but he has figured out the moment you moaned pierre’s name that it was. which only annoyed him further, because he knew it shouldn’t.
“gotta make the most of this love; cause this may be the last time i fuck you,” pierre grunted, voice in your ear as you bounced on his dick, you were barely able to make sense of his words. “don’t think charles is a fan of sharing.”
“what?” you spoke through a moan, unsure of what he was saying as you tried to comprehend, but when he brought your hips down just that little bit harder you were easily distracted from your confusion. charles however had heard pierre loud and clear, his eyes narrowing into a glare on the french driver.
what the fuck was pierre doing?
“look at him.” pierre breathed in your ear, lifting your hips up and down as if it was nothing, your eyes struggling to focus on charles, but you so desperately wanted to do as pierre said. “he can’t stand this right now, that i’m inside you and he’s not.” pierre explained, his hips lifting unexpectedly, your body shaking in response.
“pierre,” charles warned; jaw clenched as his grip on the bottle tightened, his hand practically white. it was taking a lot of him to not rudely pull you off of him. but now with pierre blatantly calling him out, he didn’t know how to react.
“shut up pierre,” you whimpered, unable to tell if he was being serious or not. if you weren’t so tired and drained you’d be able to understand what was going on, but trying to read the situation while pierre moved you up and down on his dick was no use.
“i know how stupid you get when i fuck you ma belle but it’s obvious,” pierre smirked, having to stop speaking as he moaned at the feeling of you around him, his hands giving your hips a squeeze. “don’t tell me you haven’t noticed his jealousy these past few days?” pierre spoke.
you were starting to realise pierre was being serious, and a part of you wanted to give whatever was going on your full attention, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop, in no position to climb off of pierre.
“pierre.” charles repeated - voice both fearful and threatening, causing your eyes to fall onto charles once more, moaning as you tried to gather your thoughts.
charles being jealous? last time pierre would be fucking you? he didn’t want to share? he being charles… not pierre?
“neither of you… oh my god,” you cut yourself off with a moan; tugging on pierre’s hair lightly. “neither… of you, have any reason to be jealous.” you got your words out, a whimper being quick to follow.
pierre’s lips had attached to your neck, chuckling against your skin as he fucked you. “see mate? you’ve got nothing to worry about.” pierre grinned, eyes moving up onto charles, who was glaring daggers at him.
charles felt as if he was frozen on the bed, never had he felt so many conflicting emotions and feelings. he was hard again from your moans and the sight of your naked body, he was terrified of what would happen when you properly process everything pierre had just said, and he was incredibly angry pierre had exposed him. while he was fucking you.
“what the fuck are you talking about?” you spoke, body and mind in two different places. because while you were annoyed that you were quite clearly missing something here, it didn’t stop your head from taking its place back on pierre’s shoulder.
charles felt his stomach drop at your question, and he seriously felt as if he was going to throw up at the smile pierre flashed him moments later.
“charles wants more. wants you all for himself.” pierre revealed, timing it perfectly as one hand left your hip and moved to your clit, fingers rubbing circles quickly as he snapped his hips up into yours roughly.
your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the confession but once again you were quickly distracted by pleasure, body jerking as your sensitive clit got more attention; a louder moan falling from your lips.
charles watched as you quickly came on pierre’s dick, moaning his name all the while; he wasn’t sure how long it was before pierre came because it felt as if time froze.
he was spending all that time trying to prepare for what’s to come, to explain himself; try come up with an excuse even. to somehow get around the fact that he had caught feelings. which seemed impossible now thanks to his so called best friend.
maybe running out of the room was the best option.
you had slid off pierre’s dick, now in between his legs and attempting to catch your breath. your body was tired, and if it weren’t for pierre’s lingering words you’d be in a heap right now.
for the first time ever there was an awkward silence amongst the three of you, which gave you the perfect opportunity to try figure out what was going on.
charles wanted you all to himself, he was jealous these past few days, last time pierre would be fucking you, something about not wanting to share?
you finally connected the dots, eyes darting up to charles as you did so. and he read you perfectly, dread washing over him once he knew you knew. so he was quick to stand up, in no mood for rejection. he wouldn’t allow this night to be ruined, not after a win like todays.
“charles,” you were quick to speak up in an attempt to stop him, voice desperate as you tried to reach out for him. you missed miserably, whimpering as your sore legs couldn’t make any quick movements.
he stopped however, a sigh leaving his lips as he faced you; resisting the urge to cringe. he didn’t want to talk about this.
“it’s fine y/n, we don’t need to talk about it.” he rushed out, failing to mask the disappointment on his face. your face reading confusion and sympathy, the last thing charles wanted right now.
“what if i want to?” you were quick to question, your hand managing to grasp his wrist; which you had tried to do when he first stood up. “please,” you quickly added when you noted the doubt in his eyes, your fingers swiftly moving to his; intertwining yours with his in an attempt to sway him to stay.
it was charles now who was confused, only having prepared for rejection; and still anticipating it, this was not how he expected you to react. pierre however, was in no way surprised.
“i’m going to let you two talk.” pierre announced, swinging his legs aside and standing up off the bed, a proud smirk on his face. “and no bullshitting. it’s quite clear what is going on here.” pierre hummed, approaching the pair of you before he pressed a kiss to your cheek, then flashing charles an apologetic smile.
you were still confused, yet felt grateful pierre had left; because whatever he had implied should be talked about privately. well that’s the way it seemed from your assumptions.
“look i can just go, we can pretend this never happened━” charles began to speak after a few more moments of awkward silence once pierre had left, his grip of your hand loosening.
“no.” you quickly interrupted, shaking your head and tightening your grasp on his hand. “i’m just… confused that’s all.” you tried to explain, tongue grazing over the front of your teeth. “i don’t know how i feel.” you admitted honestly, eyes having not left him.
you instantly noticed the slight disappointment flash across his features, which he recovered from quickly yet he couldn’t stop the sigh that had left his lips. that slight hope maybe you felt the same way was fading more and more by the second.
“i can handle rejection.” charles spoke flatly, a pathetic laugh leaving his lips afterwards, as if that would help soften the blow; his free hand rubbing the back of his neck. his words had you rolling your eyes, your hand tugging his to bring him back onto the bed.
“what i do know,” you continued; narrowing your eyes as if to tell him to let you speak. “is that i was too afraid to sleep with you again due to the prospect of catching feelings,” you explained sheepishly, causing his eyebrows to raise.
“only took me two times,” he mumbled ━ causing you to chuckle, your eyes still trying to read his features, which was easier now that he was sitting on the bed ahead of you.
“and the idea of… having you to myself,” you mocked pierre’s words from before, trying to think as you spoke. because it was as the conversation went on that you kept realising things. “doesn’t sound too bad,” you admitted, swallowing back the lump in your throat that would give away your nerves.
charles face lit up subtlety, his eyes searching yours for any hint of playfulness or a give away that you were joking. “oh really now?” charles spoke in confirmation, trying to fight back the smile on his face.
you couldn’t hold the smile back however, nodding at his question; shifting towards him slightly. “mhm,” you confirmed with a small grin; which caused his smile to finally grace his lips. “as long as you first elaborate on a few things pierre said.” you mentioned, your fingers still intertwined you gave his hand yet another squeeze, one of reassurance.
“xavier made me realise a few things,” charles put it simply as he shrugged. “pierre caught on quickly too.” he added, rolling his eyes. pierre. he wasn’t letting him get away with this no matter how this turns out.
the mention of xavier surprised you, despite connecting the dots you hadn’t realised xavier had anything to do with it. but then it made even more sense, charles randomly telling him you were with pierre; the way he acted towards him saturday night.
“xavier?” you giggled, shaking your head as charles nodded in confirmation. “he is nothing but a friend.” you clarified, confused on how he could think it would be more.
“he certainly doesn’t think so.” charles hummed knowingly, causing you to try think if he was right. but you’d never looked at him that way.
“i’ve never noticed.” you replied truthfully, pursing your lips as you slowly became aware of your own feelings. how did you not notice charles jealousy towards xavier? how did you not notice xavier’s feelings for you?
because you only ever focused on charles. it’s always been charles.
“how? it’s obvious,” charles laughed; resisting the urge to scoff. it’d be hypocritical of him to critique xavier when he himself couldn’t hide his feelings either.
“i only really look at you that way,” you admitted quietly and simply, almost speaking to yourself as well as charles, his laughter dying out as he realised what you meant, a small smile tugging on the corner of his lips.
“well that’s good to hear.” he breathed out light heartedly, causing you to laugh. it was then the two of you fell back into silence, but this time ━ it was a comfortable one. giving the pair of you much needed time to process what was going on.
you had learned a lot these past few minutes, yet even in your tired state you felt no doubt.
“how about i just give you time to think this all over? i don’t want you feeling obligated, or making any rushed…” charles began to ramble. while you were coming to terms with your feelings, he had been overthinking. this was all too sudden and out of nowhere. plus your tired eyes made him feel guilty for having this conversation right now.
it took you a few moments to realise he was falling back into doubt, but once you did you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes.
you didn’t have any hesitation however in cutting him off, leaning forward to press your lips to his in a kiss. not a lust driven one, not an eager one; but a soft yet passionate one.
he was surprised, yet quickly came to his senses, hand moving to cup your cheek gently as his lips moved against yours slowly; his last few doubts vanishing as he slowly pulled away, yet kept your head close to his.
“i could get used to that,” you mumbled softly, your hand moving to brush through his hair, charles humming out in both agreement and appreciation, a soft smile breaking on his features.
“me too.”
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a/n: i suck at endings and fluff but here u go i really hope it lived up to expectations cause the love on part one was insane, ty to everyone for being so kind wtf it really means a lot <333
i need to proof read again so ignore any errors lol and et me know what u think !!
fucking with dan in your room while in the other your kids are sleeping (smut)
description: daniel wakes you up in the best way possible, but you have to try your hardest to keep the volume down (fluff/smut)
word count: 500+
Daniel had a way of occupying nearly every single one of your thoughts. He was always the first thing you thought of when you woke, and the last thing you thought of before you fall asleep. And often, he was even present in your dreams. Many nights you’d spent subconsciously writhing in your sheets, your glistening essence coating your inner thighs as the fantasies played out all by themselves in your head.
And this morning, your dream seemed to have become reality, having woken up to a surprise in between your legs.
“Morning babygirl,” he whispers against your already sodden pussy, nuzzling his face against the hot flesh and breathing in the scent of you. It sends shivers up your spine, makes your head cloudy, knees trembling before you’ve even managed to open your eyes.
“Breakfast in bed, huh?” You grin lazily, your hand reaching down to grip his short curls between your fingers, bucking your hips up towards his waiting mouth, his tongue dragging a long, languid stripe up your folds. “Fuck.”
Daniel's palm flattens against your stomach, holding you in place while he suckles on the sensitive bud between your legs. He’s a master with his tongue, and you’ve lost count of the times you’ve fallen over the edge thanks to the skilled muscle.
“Taste so fucking good,” Daniel breathes, pulling your lips apart with his thumb and forefinger and teasing the tip of his tongue against your clit. You jolt then, eyes fluttering open, his amused stare the first thing you see. “Do you like that, baby? Been down here a while. I bet you were having a pretty good dream.”
Your back arches, thighs quivering either side of his head as he slurps at your core, lapping up every last drop of your juices and groaning softly in satisfaction at the taste. His hands find the backs of your thighs, a quiet squeal leaving your throat when he forces your legs back, legs as wide as can be, every last bit of you exposed to his appetite.
“Daddy,” you moan, grinding your hips the best you can with the helpless position he’s got you folded into, seeking out his skilful tongue once again. His teeth graze the soft mound above your clit, and the heat of his heavy breaths against you has you gasping. “Quit teasin’ me-ah!”
His teeth grip your flesh, hard enough to leave the evidence of their presence behind. You don’t care. You’d let him mark you all over if he wanted to. You’d wear the proof of his hunger for you with pride if he asked you to.
“Need to be quiet, babygirl. Don't want to wake the kids.” His index and middle fingers swiping at your slick, collecting it on the tip as he reaches up to seek out your mouth. Your lips catching his digits, suckling lewdly without care for the slither of drool that seeps around it.
“Looking like such a good girl with daddy's finger in her mouth. Gonna make you cum, but only if you don't make a sound, you got that, babygirl?"
And as your orgasm washed over you, gently at first before the waves of it crashed through you, causing you to become a whimpering, shaking mess, you couldn't help but think how lucky you were to have Daniel as your husband and as the father of your babies.
pairing: max verstappen x actress!reader
word count: 2.1k words
request: yes/no by anons: "hi, can a request a fic w max verstappen where him and the reader have a soft cuddle session? with max laying on top of the reader, head on her chest and reader giving him back and head rubs 🥺" & "hi, can i request a piece with max verstappen that's just soft making out? maybe it's an off weekend and they are wine drunk and just so in love with each other?" & "heyyy! I love your fics❣️ can I please request a super fluffy one for either max or charles, love them both<3 thank you :)"
warnings: sooo, kinda smut (p in v, cockwarming). other than that it's pretty fluffy and soft. drinking, kissing, them being drunk in love and on rosé.
a/n: yes, i am the conductor of the soft!boyfriend!max train.
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coming back home from a stressful weekend, max felt a lot of emotions. it was unbelievable what an awful weekend he’d had. he didn’t feel confident with the car since friday, the position he got in qualifying was a miracle that he didn’t see coming. his race ending prematurely when he was finally catching up to the leader and had found some speed he felt good in was the last blow to what had been slowly becoming a good day. then it all came crashing down into a million pieces.
he really had no idea what had gone wrong, maybe it just wasn’t in the cards for max to have a good result this week. he just had to keep his head up and wait for the next race, which would hopefully go his way. it was easier said than done, though. he had to swallow the lump in his throat and face the media, already imagining all the questions about how he was going to maintain his championship title for next year if he didn’t have a reliable car like the rest.
it was torture, but he had already faced too much since the start of his career, a bad weekend shouldn’t hit as hard anymore.
except it did. and the only thing he needed at that moment was to go home.
contrary to popular belief, max verstappen did not enjoy being alone. he didn’t enjoy the feeling of walking into his penthouse apartment to find nothing but darkness and silence. he rolled his eyes at himself, realizing how childish he sounded. it’s not like she didn’t want to be there, she had her own responsibilities, her own career to focus on and worry about.
max sighed as he dropped his bag by the door, turning on the lights and locking the door behind him. he walked straight to his bedroom, only kicking off his shoes before plopping down on the bed, he grabbed the pillow that she used burying his face against it, inhaling the sweet scent of her conditioner. he closed his eyes, breaths becoming deeper, slower as he finally let himself relax after being tense since friday morning.
he woke up not even two hours later, he was still feeling like shit but he knew it was no good to wallow in his self-pity. he decided to take a shower, the water washing away the built-up tension in his shoulders. as he stepped out, he heard the clinking of metal coming from the entrance. he wrapped the towel around his waist, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the hardwood floors.
"schatje," he said, she turned around as she dropped her own bags next to his. she smiled, opening her arms as she rushed to him.
"baby, you're back," she said, not paying attention to the damp skin against her clothes. "i thought you were staying there for a few days," max shook his head.
"i love it there but yesterday… it was not my day, i had to get out of there," he admitted, she placed her hand on his face, thumb rubbing softly against his cheek.
"oh, darling, i'm so sorry," she stood on her tiptoes, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "i know how badly you wanted it to work out, but next race luck will be on your side. you'll see," she spoke confidently, "and next year when you go back there, you'll redeem yourself."
"i hope so," he said, both of his hands squeezing either side of her waist. "how was filming?" he asked, she smiled.
"good, we managed to film a few more scenes so i have three weeks off," she raised her eyebrows, seeing his eyes light up.
"so you can come to the next one?" he asks, a hopeful smile making its way on his face. she nods, feeling as he wraps his arms around her entire back, pressing her firmly against his front. "thank you," he said.
"no need to thank, you know i love supporting my favorite person," she grabbed his chin, tilting his face down so she could have better access to his full lips. "i see you've just taken a shower," she ran her fingers through his hair, "what do you say we crack open a bottle of wine, we pick a movie and just lie in bed?"
"that sounds like heaven," he sighs, resting his forehead against her shoulder. she led him to their bedroom, letting max drop down on the bed as she walked to his dresser and picked some boxers for him, she threw them his way. he groaned as they landed on his face, making her laugh. she started removing her clothes, staying in just a bra and panties. she went back to the kitchen, opening the wine cooler and picking a bottle of rosé, skipping the glasses.
she joined him on the bed, max had his face against the pillows, his broad back was everything she could see.
"c'mon, you big baby, scoot," she kneeled on the bed, tapping his back and trying to push him away.
"it's warm here," he replied, letting out a sigh.
"well i was going to let you cuddle my boobs but if you prefer a pillow," she dound herself grateful that she hadn’t opened the wine bottle yet, because from the way max immediately tackled her down, placing his hand on her chest, giving the top of her breast a soft kiss, not sexual at all, all the wine would’ve ended up all over their sheets. “max,” she giggled, feeling his lips kiss more and more of her skin. “come on,” she patted his back. max, with a newfound motivation, obeyed immediately. he leaned back, helping her make herself comfortable on the bed. then, she parted her legs, and he didn’t waste a second before leaning down, first he supported himself on his elbows, but once he’d found a comfortable position, with his head against her chest, the delicate red lace of her bra ticking his face, but he didn’t care.
“much better,” he sighed, feeling one of her hands playing with his hair, and it made him regret cutting the longer strands he used to have, she used to run her fingers slowly, the contact lasted longer. now, it was just short and quick. “i’m not cutting my hair in a while,” he mumbled against her skin, moving his head up so he could look at her face. she had an amused smile on her lips.
“i told you not to,” she chuckled, letting go of his hair so she could open the bottle. she brought the bottle up to her lips, taking a small sip, humming at the cold wine. her skin got goosebumps, which max felt since he was pressed up against her skin.
max lifted himself up, pressing his lips softly against hers, the sweet taste of the wine still lingering on her lips. he hummed, taking the bottle from her hand, and he took a long sip. as he swallowed, he quickly returned to her mouth.
the time seemed to slow down, they took turns drinking the wine, leaving it on the bedside table for a few minutes as they embraced each other and basked in the silence and the other’s company. she divided her time between running her hands through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly, and raking her nails down his back, followed by gentle touches between his shoulders, where she was trying her hardest to eliminate the tight knots that had formed there.
once max had found himself relaxed enough, he turned them both around, so she was noy resting on top of him. it was good for both of them, since he didn’t want to accidentally hurt her by being on top of her for too long.
they spent the night like that, taking turns drinking the wine, turning around on the bed so she could be on top as well. they talked, their kisses became more sloppy the less wine they had left. once they realized that the bottle was empty, a brilliant idea came to max’s head.
“come here,” he raised himself to his knees, holding out his hands so he could help her up. he stood up, taking her with him. he started walking to the bathroom, placing her on the marble counter next to the sink.
“what are you doing?” she asked, watching as max started walking around the bathroom, opening and closing drawers.
“where’s that thing that smells like peaches?” he asked, walking to her, she opened her legs, inviting him to step between them. he did, kneeling on the floor. she bit her lip as he kissed her thigh, thinking that this was going to lead her to a sweet release.
instead, max opened the cabinet door beneath her, he chuckled in victory.
“here it is,” he stood up, placing a soft kiss on her lips before walking to the tub. she sat there, speechless.
“maxwell,” she whined, “what are you doing? get back here,” she lightly swung her legs back and forth, seeing as he opened the bathtub faucet, pouring in the peach-scented oil. she stood up, walking to him, she threw an arm around his neck, pulling him down to her. soft, drunk giggled escaped his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “that wasn’t nice,” she pouted, max frowned.
“what?” he asked.
“you teased me!” she complained, poking his stomach with her nail, “you got between my legs, got down on your knees and kissed my thigh,” she took a step back, crossing her arms over her chest, like a child. “i thought you… you know,” she felt her cheeks heating up, suddenly becoming shy at the thoughts she’d had.
“oooh,” max realized, “well i want to, i just wanted to throw you a nice bath to relax,” max verstappen stuck his bottom lip out a little, and it completely melted her heart.
“okay. after the bath.” she demanded, he nodded enthusiastically.
“after the bath. now, get you cute butt in there, the water will get cold.” he gently slid his hand down, from her back to her ass, giving it a light squeeze, followed by a gentle spank that made her yelp, then laugh. max helped her remove her bra, throwing it to the side. her panties were next, this time, he took his time. he kneeled again, placing small kisses all over the skin of her stomach, he felt the muscles contracting under his touch, he smiled at the thought of her reacting at the slightest touch. slowly, he hooked his thumbs under the fabric of her panties, dragging it down her legs until it met the cold floor.
max kissed her thighs, placing a small kiss on top of her mound, making her sigh, curling her fingers on his hair. he made his way up, peppering her skin with featherlight kisses. he helped her get in, seeing the goosebumps on her skin as she got used to the water temperature. he removed his underwear before stepping in behind her, he sat down, grabbing her hand and guiding her to him, making her sit down on his lap. she turned around first, the limited space of the tub making her place one leg on either side of him, her core resting directly on top of his cock, that was hardening under the stimulations from the water and her soft skin.
she had her arms around his shoulders, his were on her waist, and it was only a matter of seconds before their lips met in a soft embrace. it wasn’t desperate, it wasn’t needy. their kisses were slow, deep, sensual. but there wasn’t a hidden intention behind it, they just wanted to be as close to each other as possible.
her lips left his, pressing kisses all over his face, his neck, his shoulders and collarbone. she dragged her lips on his skin slowly, loving the feeling of his soft flesh against hers, leaning forward to reach more skin. she heard max groan, which made her move back.
“what?” she asked, lips tingling.
“you were… you know,” he looked down to where her body was pressed against his, “when you leaned forward you…”
“oh,” she looked down. she smiled. “this?” she asked, moving her hips forward, slowly, slowly, the water enhancing the friction. she kissed him, grabbing his face and directing his face toward hers. she raised herself a little, her hand sneaking down to grab his cock. he entered her easily, the alcohol in their veins made everything more hypersensitive. she didn’t move, neither did he.
they continued kissing, his cock being enveloped by her tight warmth, and neither of them needed to do anything else. they sat there, being slightly drunk on wine, peach scent and their love. and they didn’t need anything else.
in honor of our favorite monégasque's amazing weekend in straya!! the thought of soft and lovestruck charles is what keeps me up at night <3 this is 100% inspired (and ripped off) of pancakes for dinner by lizzy mcalpine
summary: charles and you are both in love, but who is going to admit it first?
notes: teeth-rotting fluff, two painfully in love idiots, confessions
“You’re finally going to tell her?”
The frenchman claps his best friend on the back, catching up to him in the paddock as they head toward hospitality.
Charles smiles nervously, “Yes, Pierre. You can get off my back about it now.”
The AlphaTauri driver laughs at the red tinge on his friends cheeks, “Mate, you’re absolutely in love with this girl.”
“Do you have to say it so loud?!” the Monégasque looks around with wide eyes.
Laughter shakes Pierre’s shoulders at his friend’s frazzled demeanor. Once he finally recovers, and Charles cheeks match his Ferrari shirt, the pair continue to stroll down the paddock
“You know, there’s no harm in admitting it,” Pierre tips his head toward his friend. “It’s obvious she loves you back.”
“If its obvious, why do we have to say it?” Charles asks incredulously. Pierre just glares at him until Charles begins again, “What if she doesn’t, though? What we have right now is so nice, and I don’t want to mess it up.”
“Just tell her, mate,” Pierre grins at his friend. “You won’t regret it. If you don’t tell her soon, she might not wait around for you. I’ve seen you both together, and you love her. So, tell her.”
Pierre bids his friend goodbye before heading into his team’s hospitality suite, leaving Charles alone in the paddock walkway, hands itching to reach for his phone. Pierre’s comment lingers with him through his meal and team meeting’s, and once he returns to his driver’s room to spend some time before qualifying, he reaches for his phone.
“Hello?” I answer the video call with a lazy smile, sipping from the coffee cup between my fingers.
“Good morning,” Charles grins, feeling his worries melt at the sound of my voice.
“Mm, good afternoon,” I yawn
Charles leans against the small couch in his drivers room, spreading his legs before him, “How’s work been?”
“A bit frustrating,” I admit. “Our client moved our meeting to next week, so I could’ve come out with you after all. They called us late last night about it.”
Charles groans as he tips his head back against the couch, “You’re serious? They called that late to change it?”
I sigh as I nod my head, “I could’ve made it out if they had let us know a couple days earlier. It’s too late to fly out now.”
“Ugh, I wish you could’ve made it,” the racer pouts, rubbing a hand over the stubble on his chin. HIs voice gets quiet as his cheeks glow red, “I miss having you here.”
My chest grows warm at his admission, a smile spreading across my face, “Don’t tell me I’m your good luck charm now.”
Charles laughs loudly, the sound bringing out my own giggle, “You just might be. The first two races were good with you there.”
“You’ll still be great this weekend,” I comment. “I watched free practice, and you look like you’re in a good position. The porpoising looks terrible, but you’re still quick.”
“I love when my girl talks to me about racing terms,” he smirks, a chuckle falling from his lips after his comment.
“Your girl?” I tease in an attempt to hide the blush on my cheeks.
Charles had never called me that, and our relationship isn’t exactly clearly defined. Terms of endearment is something we haven’t addressed sober yet. I called him mon beau one too many times at the bar, and he let ma meuf slip in a dazed state. Memories of his arm slung across my shoulder and my hand resting on his hip as we leave the function surface. Loving terms in our native tongue slipping from our lips between breathless kisses and lingering laughter.
“Our little secret,” he winks at the camera, dimples poking through his rose cheeks.
“More than just our secret,” I remind him. “Pierre and Carlos sure as hell know.”
“As do your friends,” he grins, raising his eyebrows mischievously. “Need I remind you about your boss?”
“Alright, that one’s your fault!” I grin as I defend myself. “You wouldn’t let go of me when we ran into her!”
Charles laughs wildly at the memory, continuing the easy conversation between us. I enjoy listening to his voice as he talks about his time in Melbourne, and my heart eases at his gentle tone. The lull to his French and breathy laughter is comforting, and my eyes start to grow heavy.
“Nap before qualifying,” he says, running fingers through his helmet hair. “You’ve still got an hour until it starts.”
I yawn again, “I’ll just make more coffee. I can’t risk missing it, Charles.”
He grins wildly at my comment, “I love knowing you watch me race.”
“I love watching you,” I respond, shamelessly checking him out over the video call.
“God, I wish you were here. I miss having you around,” he admits, rubbing a hand down his face. “I feel calm when you’re here.”
It’s the closest he can get to admitting his love. A silence lingers between us with words unsaid, and Charles eventually bids me a goodbye as someone knocks on his door. While I make another cup of coffee, Charles goes through the motions at the paddock. He mentally kicks himself for being unable to say what he had wanted—what he had promised Pierre he would tell me. The feeling grows in intensity, and it starts to manifest as nervousness for the upcoming session. In the garage, Mattia senses the driver’s anxiety and urges him to call someone he loves to give him some peace. He desperately wants to call me back, admitting what he had called in the first place to say, but at the last moment, his finger hits his mom’s contact information instead of mine. She tells him exactly what he needed to hear, ending the call with those three words he had been searching for only an hour before. As he gets ready to settle into the cockpit for qualifying, anxiety suddenly grips him. What if something were to happen and he never got to say those words to me? He suddenly climbs out of the car, muttering apologies to his engineers and team before searching for his phone. His mom’s words echo in his head, and he hesitates for only a moment before clicking my name.
“Charles?” I answer the phone call with concern in my voice.
He usually video calls unless something is more serious.
“I had to call you. I’m sorry, but I can’t get back into the car without telling you something. I-“
“Babe,” the word slips from my lips without another thought, “breathe. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
“I don’t want to cross that line, but just in case something happens in the car, I want you to know this.”
“You’re going to be fine in the car,” I begin. “You always are. What’s gotten into you?”
The line is silent for a moment. Charles stand against the far wall of the Ferrari garage, race suit adorning his body and car ready to go. His helmet sits next to him as he stares blankly at the garage floor, biting his lip as he grapples with what to say. He hears me begin again on the other end of the line, worry increasing in my tone.
“I want to eat pancakes for dinner,” he blurts out suddenly.
My eyebrows draw together, “What?”
His voice sounds suddenly frantic, “I’ll answer all your questions, but let me say all of this first.”
I agree quietly, eyebrows drawing together even further as I check the time. He should be in the car already. Qualifying was starting any minute.
“When I come home after a race, I want to come home to you and eat pancakes for dinner,” his voice is rushed but remains strong. “I want to pick a tv show to watch together, and watch it in bed when you get those headaches that put you down for a day. I want to be that person that you call when you’re under the weather.
I want to go out on the weekends—take you in public with me. Be proud that we’re at each other’s sides. I want to introduce you to all of my friends, not just some of them. I want you to bring me to your work functions and introduce me to your coworkers. I want to do things with you that I used to want to do alone.
I want us to get dressed in our best evening wear only to come home and take it all off. I want to get dressed up just to get undressed. You’re beautiful in anything. Hell, everything. I want to show you this.
I want to brag to my friends about you. I want to be able to kiss you whenever I want. I’m comfortable with you. I like having you in my space. When I get home from the craziness of a race weekend, I look forward to walking into my apartment and seeing you there. You’re waiting for me, dangling that spare key I gave you in between you fingers, and it feels like home. To tell you all this is terrifying, but I wish you could hear me when I talk to myself. If you could hear what’s in my head, this wouldn’t be so scary.”
“Charles,” tears have welled in my eyes at his admission, heart beating out of my chest and cheeks burning red.
The line hangs silent for a moment as fear grips me. I can hear tools whirring and chatter from the garage in the background, but the driver hangs on to the end of my words with baited breath. I could feel what he is trying to say, and despite the obvious love between us, my brain falters at the words.
“Oh, fuck it,” I whisper, heart hammering in my chest. “I love you, too.”
There is silence again, and for a moment, it feels like my knees are going to give way beneath me. Someone in the garage calls his name. In the Ferrari garage, Charles must look like a lovestruck idiot to the team around him. They bustle through the packed garage between the cars and monitors while their driver stands against the wall, mouth hanging open in a lazy smile. When someone calls his name, he suddenly snaps back to his senses and realizing he’s left me hanging on the other end.
“Babe,” he calls when he realizes the stretching silence between us, “I can’t get into that car without telling you. I love you.”
“I know you do,” I say into the phone, glancing at the television as the clock for qualifying winds down. “I’ll love you even more if you get into that car and get out there for qualifying.”
“Right,” Charles suddenly realizes the time and the bustle of the garage. “Pole position is yours.”
I roll my eyes with a laugh, “Get in the car, Charles. Good luck, and I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he hurries before hanging up the phone.
He wasn’t lying when he said pole position. Charles takes pole to kickoff his grand slam weekend. Some of my friends watch the race with me, holding my hand as Charles takes off on the start and cheering when he crosses the line to drop the checkered flag. My heart bursts at the sight on the television screen, and my friends are still over when they hear my disgustingly in-love call with Charles once he exits the paddock. I hear Pierre laugh wildly in the background after Charles bids me goodbye, ending the call with another I love you. My own friends screech as they hear me return it.
Once he texts me that his plane has touched down, I rush over to his apartment with his spare key in tow. Dinner is quick to cook, and I’m turning off the stove as I hear the lock on the front door click. I lean against the counter, grinning as he swings the door open and stops dead in his tracks. His eyes have dark circles beneath them and the stubble on his jaw is darker that usual. A hat holds back his wild hair. Warmth spreads from my chest to my fingers and toes at the sigh of him.
“Congratulations, championship leader,” I smile.
“What are you doing here?” he grins, abandoning his suitcase and bag at the door to walk over to me. “It’s late, and you’ve got work tomorrow.”
I laugh as his arms wrap tightly around me, relishing in the warmth and touch I had been missing for over a week, “I wanted to see you.”
He chuckles quietly against me, sighing as his head rests between my shoulder and neck, “God, I missed you so much. I thought I was going crazy.”
He glances at the plate on the kitchen counter, gasping and looking to me with wide eyes, “You didn’t.”
“Pancakes for dinner,” I nod my head, leaning in to his lips for a moment. “After your amazing weekend, I thought you’d like them.”
“A weekend that was entirely your doing, mon amour,” he kisses me this time, a lazy smile across his tired features.
“Mon amour?” I grin. “So I’m officially stepping up from ma meuf now?”
He hums in agreement, “Even in public.”
“Lucky me,” I whisper, connecting our lips again beneath the warm kitchen lights.
We stack our plates with pancakes, sitting on the couch with our dinner. Charles puts on one of our favorite shows, picking up where we left off before he left for Australia. We eat in a comfortable silence, elbows bumping and legs brushing beneath the blanket. Charles raves about the pancakes despite being from a box mix, and I laugh when he stacks more on to his plate. Once we finish eating, he puts our plates on the coffee table before leaning back into the couch. He wraps his arms around me before flopping on to the couch, chuckling as he pulls me on top of him. Our show plays in the background as we talk about what we did in the week we were apart. I tell him all about the office and getting together with my friends for a girls weekend. He talks about the race, and the team watching him as he called me from the garage. As our conversation lulls, his eyes grow heavy. He squeezes my hand gently.
“Will you come to Imola with me?” he mutters, pushing hair back from my face.
“Of course,” I answer, chin resting on his chest to meet his eyes. “Camille can keep me company again in the grandstands.”
He shakes his head gently, “No, come with me to the garage as a guest. I want to be seen with you.”
“Like walk with you through the paddock?” my eyes are wide at his admission.
He nods, “Stand with my family in the garage, hold my mom’s hand on the opening lap, celebrate with me at the end. I want you there with me because I love you. I want everyone to know that.”
I laugh gently, squeezing his hand, “I’d love to be there, but I think the the garage already knows because they heard your entire confession over the phone.”
He smiles, “Hopefully Mattia and my trainer didn’t hear the pancakes for dinner comment. It definitely doesn’t follow my meal plan.”
“Well, it’s our little secret then,” I lean up to kiss his lips.
He smiles, leaning back into the couch pillow with closed eyes, “It sounds good to have something that’s ours, mon amour.”
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Warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected sex (in Milan tho), semi-public (?) fingering, choking, dirty talk, me being in heat for Max
“You’re not gonna last without me for ten weeks,” your breath was barely above a whisper as you tried to concentrate on the riveting conversation at hand, rather than the trail of Max’s fingers from the inside of your thigh to the lace detailing of your panties. “You’re gonna have withdrawal symptoms.”
You were right, of course, but your words weren’t directed at the cat who had got the cream beside you. Ruby was sitting opposite you at the dining table, a sort of sending off party for you before you headed on your semester abroad for college. Your mum had insisted on inviting the Fewtrells, whose mention now always seemed to come with the question of, “has Max got a girlfriend, y/n?”
He did, sort of.
You were perfectly fine with being a secret girlfriend, but lies were catching up to you both and in a way that seemed like it was going to cause more problems than it would solve. But the temptation to sneak a kiss or touch in public was too high-inducing, leading to more close calls than necessary since the whole situation had started.
“If your Mum puts us beside us one another at dinner, y/n, which she will,” Max crooned over the phone the evening prior, “you’re cumming on my fingers, understood? I just won’t be able to help myself.” Your reply was a groan that bordered on euphoric and dreadful, the sound of your tomentor’s laugh echoing over the speaker while you pressed your thighs together in anticipation.
It was better that he was a man of his word than not, however.
So, while his parents fired question and question at you about your impending semester in Milan, you had to pretend that your rosy cheeks were a result of all the attention rather than the fact their son was currently knuckle-deep inside of you.
“I really can’t wait, I– uh,” you had to shut your mouth as quickly as humanly possible to stop the sudden onslaught of moans, reaching for your glass of water as an excuse for your erratic behaviour. Looks of brief concern were sent your way, Max saving the chatter with his own experience of Milan, never once stopping his curling and stretching.
“You’ve got to try this one restaurant, y/n,” he whispered, lowering his voice to your ear when the topic had finally shifted off you. “If you cum right now, I’ll make you cum there as well, I promise.”
That boy and his damn dirty mouth.
The tablecloth almost took all the dishes with it when you grabbed a corner for support, eyes screwed shut while wave after wave of a forbidden vice washed over you. Voices were muffled in your ringing ears for a moment afterwards, having to excuse yourself from the dinner due to “nerves and excitement”.
It couldn’t have looked good, that’s all you knew. Especially as the look of suspicion on Ruby’s face as you left the room had imprinted on your brain, perfectly angled eyebrows furrowed together while her eyes flitted from you to her big brother, and then back to you. The cogs were evidently turning in her head as she watched Max’s cocky smirk develop on his face as you shut the door behind you.
Ruby’s worst nightmare had finally come to fruition.
—
As much as it was tough being without friends and family while on your semester abroad, it was exactly what you needed. Days and nights filled with beautiful views, gorgeous weather and all the fashion and art that you could ever need. Your Mum and Dad called every morning, filling you in on the family and neighbourhood drama, and it did much to fill the small ache in your chest for home.
In contrast, your whole being ached for Max.
You hadn’t really spoken about your “sabbatical”, as Max liked to put it, but the time away from him was really getting to you. What scared you the most though, was that you didn’t just miss the jaw-dropping sex; you missed the way he wrapped an arm around you and pressed kisses to the top your head when you’d slide into the back row of the cinema, or how he’d open every door for you within a 5 mile radius of your destination.
You had it bad, but he had it worse. It was comical really, how your Dad had bought an old Pontiac GTO a week after you had left, and gone straight to ask Max if he would help him fix it up. He’d gushed over it for what seems like hours, telling you that he was determined to make a good impression on your Dad and that this was the perfect opportunity.
“You don’t need to make a good impression, baby,” you giggled over the phone, “He already loves you. And Mum? Don’t even start on my Mum, she’d steal you off me if she had the chance!”
Ruby had been distant with him since your going-away dinner, but he put that down to the same feelings that he was having: withdrawal symptoms.
“How’s y/n, Rubes?” their Mum asked one evening, scowl settling over Ruby’s features that was only too clearly directed at her older brother. “Ask Max” came her response, wanting nothing other than to catch her brother in a lie, but he wasn’t stupid nor prepared to forego to careful precautions you both had put in place for several months.
“Her Dad says she’s loving it out there,” he mused, washing oil and grease off his hands at the sink while praying no one could see the layer of sweat that had arrived instantaneously on the nape of his neck.
“She might never come back to you, Ruby.”
It was a low blow and he knew it, the look of disbelief and anger that shrouded her face was testament to just how much his words had hurt her. The atmosphere in the Fewtrell home became heavy and hostile with just one sentence, realisation dawning on each member that things were about to change forever.
He did a lot of thinking that night; about you, about the future and about that Pontiac GTO. His thoughts had somehow manifested into a plane ticket to Milan for the next morning, a suitcase packed during what seemed like sleepwalking lying in wait by his bedroom door.
You liked surprises, didn’t you?
—
“Hey, Rubes,” you sighed, the sound of Ruby’s voicemail invading your ears once again. “Missing you, girl! Give me a call when you can, I’ve got so much to tell you!” You tried not to sound so disappointed on the phone, but how could you be anything but when it was clear your best friend was ignoring you.
Your only question was: why?
You punched in Max’s number next, a smile plastering itself on your lips when he answered on the second ring. “Hey there, beautiful,” he sounded cheerful, his grin evident through his words. “How are you on this fine morning?” The sudden need to see him overwhelmed you, lump growing in your throat as you tried to unscramble the mess of feelings in your head.
“I miss you” you whispered into your phone, almost scared for anyone else to hear your vulnerability. You could hear the sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line, one that meant he missed you too, probably more than you let yourself imagine.
“Is that my jumper you’re wearing? I’ve been looking for that everywhere, y/n!” Your eyes narrowed in confusion, trying to figure out how Max knew what you wearing if he was back ho-
Is he here?
You tried to gather your thoughts and rationalise them, hands shaking as you lowered your phone from your ear. Turning slightly in your chair, you saw the all too familiar leaning figure of him, the Milan sun lighting up the freshly cut mop of curls on his head.
Here you were again, playing into more clichés: you were off your seat like lightning had struck, running straight into Max’s arms as though you were long-lost lovers. It was an immediate feeling, just how much Max felt like home and love and everything in between.
A few tears had escaped you, burying your face in the crook of his neck, making sure he was real by inhaling the scent of his clothes that you had missed so much. Despite the pure publicity of your reunion, it felt like you two were the only people in the world, nevermind Milan.
Hands grasped your cheeks and you closed the gap to Max’s lips, a happy sigh released into the world as you finally kissed him. Your own hands tugged at the sides of your sort-of-boyfriend’s shirt, lips carrying messages of ‘I love you’ and ‘I missed you’ back and forth until you couldn’t breathe anymore.
“Hey there,” Max smiled, intertwining his fingers with yours, voice slightly hoarse from the tension your kiss had carried. “Nice jumper.”
You couldn’t even reply, cheeks hurting from the permanent smile that now resided on your face, tucking yourself under Max’s arm as you strolled back to your table, a new city allowing you to be a real couple.
—
Tension had been building all evening, and a sort of game had manifested between you both to see who would break first. You’d taken on the role of tour guide, genuinely surprising your visitor with the amount of local knowledge that you’d garnered over 6 weeks. “You really love it here, don’t you?” he mused, fingers faintly making their way under your shirt as you fumbled with the key to your apartment, wishing that these moments would soon become your everyday life.
The smile painted on your face got even wider, leaning up to press a kiss to Max's lips as the door opened, before muttering a “more than I thought I would” to his question.
Grabbing his hand, you padded through each room of your home, laughing and cringing at the piles of washing and assignments that seemed to litter almost every corner of every room. “You win, fine,” Max finally groaned at the door to your bedroom, caging you in with hands on either side of your head. “Need to feel you around me, y/n, been too long.”
There was a different vibe around you, slow and sensual dominating kisses rather than the quick and lust filled ones that you had previously shared. Lips and tongues danced and moved in sync, clothes slowly moving from body to floor in the meantime.
“Let me ride you, please” you breathed into Max’s ear, sucking a hickey into the spot below it when he groaned at your request. “Yeah, yeah, shit ok,” His voice had dropped to that delicious octave, hitting you straight where you knew he wanted to be.
You contemplated your next move for a moment, flushed cheeks and the dark eyes clouding before you wiping every coherent thought from your brain like a fried hard drive. Swinging a leg over Max to straddle him, you ground down on his crotch, groaning in unison at the heightened feeling of finally touching each other again.
Reaching between your bodies, you pumped Max’s length once or twice to reward yourself with a throaty groan before pushing through your silky heat, little kisses being left on your collarbones and your chest as you sank down on his dick. It hadn’t occurred to you that you’d need a moment to adjust, but 6 weeks without him had changed the comfort.
“So full, Max,” you whimpered, clenching when you felt his fingers splay over your hips, “can’t take it all, never done this before.”
While you were telling the truth, you’d thought about this for the longest time, since he’d drunkenly admitted one time that it was his favourite position. Every time you’d stuck your head into his room to say “goodbye” and saw him sitting up against the headboard, the brain rot began. Visions (much like this) starting of him fucking up into you as you made him feel good.
That’s why you loved him. Wait, do you love him?
He brought out the direct side in you, complete trust and confidence in him that he’d give you everything you wanted and more if you asked him. He groaned when you clamped around him, slightly bucking his hips up into you at your innocent yet dirty words.
“You can, I know you can,” he cooed, hands rubbing your stuttering thighs to the sound of your pleas and whimpers. “Go slow, baby, take your time.” Your eyes were rolling back in your head, sighing at just how frustrated you had been for him since you’d left.
The angle was new and burned slightly, hands grasping your boyfriend’s shoulders for leverage while you tested the waters by rolling your hips in slight movements. You could feel him everywhere, especially when he thrusted his hips in time with your own, causing your head to hang back in ecstasy.
“Look at me, y/n,” lidded eyes opened on command, drawn instead straight to your stomach where you could see just how deep Max was thrusting. “See where I am, hmm? Feel how deep I am?”
His words were causing everything to burn: cheeks, brain, thighs. He was quite literally setting you on fire. One hand steadied yourself on the headboard of your bed while the other pressed on your stomach, lips silently parted while Max concentrated on keeping pace and rhythm in his strokes. The room was only ever tainted with whines and grunts of "shit" and "so fucking good".
In the midst of your lust haze, Max wrapped a hand around your throat, his fingers exercising caution while pressing the slightest on the sides of your neck, pleasure reaching new highs you didn't think possible. “You like that, yeah?” he teased, other hand moving to grope and grab your ass, the need to touch every part of you becoming too much for Max.
“Don’t know how I lasted without this tight pussy for this long.”
Everything around you was starting to blur and brighten, a trigger that your orgasm was just over the hill. “So close, baby,” you whispered, using your last bit of energy to bounce again, moving your head to rest against Max’s, inhaling and exhaling the same air. “You always fuck me so good, I missed you.”
He joined your lips together as he started to draw circles on your clit, smirking into the kiss as he felt your clenching walls around him as you came on his cock. Max was right there with you, bunching your hair in his hands as he rode out his own high, sheets and duvet soaked from your exploits.
Exhaustion and fatigue waved over you as Max cleaned you up carefully, pressing gentle kisses to everywhere he could, settling into bed beside you when he was done. “I’m so glad you’re here,” you sighed, resting your head on Max’s chest as he intertwined your fingers. “You’re so important to me.”
You seemed to drift off to sleep then, leaving a smiling Max awake as he replayed the day’s events over and over again in his head to the tune of your gentle breathing. His phone buzzed on the nightstand, and careful not to wake you, he reached for it and turned down the brightness.
An onslaught of text messages and missed calls arrived on screen, ranging from “where the fuck are you?” to “coming out later?”
He was just about to go to sleep when a certain message caught his eye.
Ruby : Are you for fucking real?
You better not be fucking y/n in Milan
I'm serious Max, its me or her
He winced and shut his eyes as he read the final message.
pairing: max verstappen x singer!reader
word count: 5.1k words
request: yes/no by anons: "hiiii, i really like your fics sm. i was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is a famous singer who’s dating max. also, fans would always look for her during the races. and every time he would win he would look for her first. you could add more if you like. (i also want to say that you’re one of my fav writers everr, hope you’re doing well!)" thank you so much! i loved writing this and got carried away, oops. & "hi babes 💗 i love your writing, you are so mf talented 🥺 can i request something with max verstappen that's like, soft fluff? just being so in love with each other" yes. yes. i love this. give me soft!max right now.
warnings: fluff, language, uhh slight allusions to sexy times? i think? idk it's 3:33 am (satan's hour) and i want to sleep lol. also, there's a lot of narration at one point, then there's none. sorry.
a/n: whilst i received these reqs during my 'reqs are closed' era, i just really wanted to write some soft!max. i love him. i would die for him. also, yeah, reqs are still closed, but idec at this point. question, do people even read these? if you do and you got this far, comment a yellow emoji.
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flashing lights and people screaming her name were things she was used to. she had completely given up on being able to have a nice meal at a restaurant where no one recognized her, but it was fine, she could handle anything as long as max was by her side.
the pair met during a grand prix weekend, she was invited by the mclaren team to attend a race, and as max was getting ready to get in his car, fifteen minutes before a practice session, he spotted her. she was laughing as daniel walked with her, leading her to his garage. the young woman peeked her head forward, curious eyes darting all over the place as she eyed the mechanics working on the car, the engineers observing data on the screens.
“maximilian!” daniel noticed max, standing with the earpiece in his hand. daniel and his guest waltzed in, the aussie bumped fists with people he knew since back when he still raced for the team.
“that’s not my name,” max ran a hand through his hair, the ashy blonde strands were starting to get a little sweaty from the humidity. “hi, i’m max,” he smiled, bumping his fist against hers.
“i know, you’re all this one has been talking about all day,” she nudged daniel with her elbow. “i’m (y/n),” she smiled at him, her eyes crinkling from the big grin on her face, a sincere one.
“wait…you’re… i know you!” his eyes widened once he recognized the girl standing in front of him.
“really?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“yeah, i… i like your music,” he smiled, cheeks reddening as he admitted listening to the girl’s catchy, well-thought-out songs. “it’s good,” he shrugs.
“thank you,” she smiled, noting the way his eyes were seemingly stuck on her face.
“okay, well, we have to go, i’ll see you out there,” dan placed a hand on max’s shoulder, who nodded.
“good luck out there, i’ll be rooting for you,” she giggled at the shocked face daniel made, eyes widening comically.
“maybe next time you can watch everything from back here. the view is much better,” the words slipped out of his mouth without him noticing, but he didn’t find himself regretting them.
“maybe, you’ll have to step up your game,” she raised an eyebrow, surprised by his bluntness. she smirked, being pulled away by daniel, who had to rush to his own garage. she waved her hand as daniel led her to his designated spot.
the next day, they met again. she’d arrived in the paddock, vip pass hanging from her neck, as well as the pass that gave her access to the mclaren garage, but she was lost. she was usually good with directions, but the crowd of people running around thirty minutes before the qualifying session left her a little overwhelmed.
luckily, as she felt a hand on her back, she felt safe.
“hey, you okay?” she heard, the blue eyes and dirty blonde hair she saw yesterday made her let out a sigh of relief.
“yeah, i-i got lost,” she let out a shaky breath, smiling. “i probably sound so dumb but i forgot the way,”
“hey, it’s okay, it can get quite hectic here,” he gave her a small smile. “it’s this way,” he pointed and took a step forward.
“oh, okay, thanks,” she breathed, “i don’t want to waste more of your time, so, i’m sure i can find my way there,”
“it’s alright. i’d like to make sure you get there alright,” he takes another step, and this time she starts walking as well.
“are you nervous?” she asked, max was wearing his racing suit, although the top was hanging from his hips, the sleeves wrapped around his waist, and she could see his navy blue fireproof shirt.
“excited,” he replied, placing the flat cap on his head. “and you?” he asked in return, “how are you enjoying this traveling circus?” she laughed at his words.
“it’s been amazing, i haven’t been a fan for too long, but now that i’m living a race weekend i don’t know if i’ll be able to go back and watch from home,” she admitted, chuckling.
“well, maybe the next time you come, you could come as my guest,” he spoke casually, but her heart sped up as she tried to keep a straight face.
“really?” she asked, a teasing tone in her voice.
“i meant my offer yesterday,” he nodded, eyes stuck on her. “view is much better from my side of the garage,”
“hmm… i’ll have to think about it. what will people think, if one week i come here with mclaren, and the next i’m spotted supporting red bull?” max chuckled.
“they’ll think you’re supporting the right person,” that made her giggle.
“i’ve been supporting you since the first race i watched,” she admitted, feeling a little heat traveling to her face. her words took him by surprise. “i guess you’re probably tired of hearing it, but you really have a natural talent, a gift, for racing.” her words are sincere, he knows by the way her eyes stay on his, by how her voice doesn’t falter or how she doesn’t fidget with her fingers as she speaks. it takes him a second to respond, and in that second, he notices how they’ve both stopped walking, and are now standing in front of each other.
“thank you,” his voice is barely something more than a whisper, “you are incredibly talented as well. don’t tell anyone, but i almost,” he held up a finger, bringing more attention to his statement, “almost cried the first time i listened to your new album.” she chuckles, feeling her face and chest getting extremely warm, “actually, tell whoever you want, i don’t care if anyone knows. you’re too good at writing music that no one should be ashamed to admit they’re a fan,” he says after a millisecond.
“tell you what… if you can get your first grand chelem this weekend… i’ll accept your offer,” she bites her lip, knowing that even if he doesn’t get it, she’ll still accept anything he suggests. “and you get to pick the race, i’m feeling generous,” she smiled.
“you got it,” he winked at her, “you better start clearing your schedule,”
“oh yeah?” she smirked, raising an eyebrow.
“we’ve got a triple-header after the summer break,”
“and you want me to come to all three?”
“spa and monza are two of the most exciting races, and it’s also my first home grand prix. so, yes.”
“let’s not get too ahead of ourselves here, max emilian,” she made sure to pronounce his name correctly, just because she could. “remember your end of the bargain,” she pointed a finger at him.
“i know. and i’m willing to keep my promise, if you do as well.”
“stubborn, fearless, fiery heart,” she thought out loud, “what other title would you like to have?”
“world champion, grand chelem achiever… your friend,” he listed, shrugging. as if the latter was anywhere near the formers’ league.
she smiled, looking to the side, where she spotted the mclaren garage, but she realized that she did not want to step in. she wanted to stay out there, with max, talking about whatever crossed her mind.
“we’ll see,” she nodded, smiling. “thank you for walking me here, they must be looking for you like crazy,” she chuckled.
“it’s fine, i couldn’t leave you out there alone, lost. but yeah, i guess i must go now.”
“good luck,” she stepped forward, raising to her tiptoes and pressed a soft, quick kiss to his cheek.
“i definitely will need it,” he nodded.
“grand chelem, remember.”
“i know.” he nodded as he took a step back, then another. he didn't want to break eye contact with her. “triple header, remember,”
“i know,” she repeated his words, waving as she stepped into the mclaren garage.
the next day, max started from pole position. he led every lap of the race. he got the fastest lap. and he won the race. she had to clear her schedule for three weeks.
there was no denying the chemistry between them, since that saturday before qualifying people were obsessed with the idea of them interacting with each other.
a like on social media, a comment here and there. people thought that a beautiful friendship had blossomed since that weekend in austria. and it was true, although, that wasn’t the whole story.
they both fell hard, fast, they found themselves talking on the phone until the early hours of the morning, until their voices were raspy from all the laughing, the talking.
they loved each other, truly, deeply. madly. it should be scary, how much they cared for each other. how, despite only knowing each other for a few months, they already were prepared to walk through fire for the other. except it wasn’t scary, it was nothing but honest, unconditional love.
their relationship was the most sacred thing for them, they didn’t want people prying in, and they both knew that their careers came with costs, with privileges they had to give up. but it didn’t mean that they couldn’t have their fun with fans, with the photographers.
they liked to go by unnoticed, so, max would arrive first, wearing his usual uniform. jeans, red bull polo, and his cap. (y/n) liked to play a little. she’d wear wigs, big sunglasses that covered half of her face, sometimes she’d even show up with members of other teams, blending in. once she was in the safety of his driver’s room, she’d burrow her face against his chest, hide in the comfort and warmth of his neck. sometimes, when she was feeling mischievous, she’d take the opportunity to paint his skin, leaving small purple blotches, they were barely visible, they would drive her insane whenever she saw them peeking out from under his fireproof shirt or racing suit.
“how are you feeling?” she asked, watching as he removed his navy blue shirt, she took the opportunity to let her eyes wander over his body. girlfriend privileges. she could stare and ogle all she wanted. bless.
“i don’t know, i just hope the car makes it through the entire race,” he shook his head, trying to fix his hair once he pulled the long-sleeved fireproof shirt. the previous race had been a shocking one, with both cars failing at the end of the race.
“you got this.” she walked to him, grabbing one of his hands and holding it with both of hers, she brought it up to her lips, kissing his knuckles, “that was just the first race, you have this and a ton more,” she reassured him. max nodded. “stubborn, fearless, fiery heart…” she started, knowing that the words of the first song she ever wrote for him never failed to bring him comfort. those words were also the ones that she used that first saturday back in austria.
“a thousand miles can’t tear us both apart,” he finished the lyric, leaning down, pressing his forehead against hers. “i love you,” he said, she smiled, feeling his hands on her waist, she wrapped both of hers around his neck.
“and i love you,” she pecked his lips, knowing he still had to keep most of his focus on the race.
“come down with me?” he asked, still holding onto her, his hands now fully enveloping her back.
“are you sure?” a public outing, as mentioned before, was not something either of them were strangers to. but heavens knew how many pictures the press would take just from the short walk between the hospitality and the garage.
“i need you,” he admitted, his hands traveling up her arms until they were holding gently, but steadily, her face.
“okay,” she nodded, her hands resting on top of his.
“i like your headband,” he said, looking at the shiny stones that reflected the light. “that way i’ll know what to look for in the crowd,”
“i think it might blend in with the flashing,” she laughed.
“no. you shine brighter than all of them combined.” he didn’t hesitate, his voice didn’t falter as he spoke. she felt as if her face was on fire. she helped zip his suit up, letting her hands rest over his chest, staring into his eyes in hopes that they’d communicate everything she was feeling at that moment.
with a tight grip on her hand, he led the way to the garage, he was prepared to shove away anyone who dared step in between them and their destination.
they were untouchable, no one dared to speak to them, but that didn’t stop photographers from taking as many pictures of the pair as they could. they made their way to the garage, hand in hand, head held high. once they stepped into the garage, the red bull mechanics were surprised to see the couple there. they all knew how protective of their relationship they both were.
but it was good for max, it was necessary that he felt her support as much as possible.
she said ‘hi’ to everyone, taking her usual spot by the side of the garage, next to the wall where max’s helmets and the rest of his equipment were. he felt her eyes on him, as he talked to his team principal and then with his race engineer. she didn’t want to disturb his concentration, but she knew he didn’t like it when she strayed too far away, so she always stayed nearby, ready to provide comfort, encouragement, and even make some more bets like the one they made almost nine months ago to help motivate him.
she listened in on the conversations, without noticing, she started nodding when she agreed with what was being said, and when the topics turned back around to something that had already been discussed, she’d let her eyes roam around, finding her own face on one of the screens broadcasting the pre-race coverage. she found the camera, smiling and giving it a small wave. she was certain that countless gifs, screenshots or clips from that small action would pop up all over social media in just a matter of minutes.
max noticed her action, following her line of sight and meeting the camera as well. more content for the fans. since that first weekend in austria, fans became obsessed with the idea of the singer and driver being an item. there was something about a guy like max -with a tough demeanor-, and someone like her -a girl with a delicate way with words-, that drove everyone crazy.
she kept her eyes on max, analyzing his features as he put on his earpieces and balaclava. she smiled at the way his hair, a little bit longer than what he was used to, tried to peek out from the hem at the top of his face. max was quiet, he always was before a race, but she could tell that it was different this time.
“max,” she called his name, he kept going with his routine, grabbing his helmet and placing it in front of him, “max,” she repeated, this time, he turned his face to meet her eyes. “what’s wrong?” she asked.
“nothing,” he spoke quickly as he returned his attention to the helmet. first mistake.
“love,” her voice told him she wasn’t buying it. “fine, if you don’t want to talk, then you’ll have to listen. i don’t know what happened last week, but that’s in the past. if you go into this race feeling like your car is not good enough, if you don’t trust the car, then you know how things will turn out. trust your instincts, trust your team, have faith in yourself. i know how much you want to win, but even if you don’t tonight, you’ll have many opportunities in the future. try and have fun, as well. you’re fighting against guys you’ve known your whole life, you know how they drive, use that to your advantage. do not get frustrated because one race didn’t go well, don’t let it dictate the rest of your season.”
max had never been one to initiate a public display of affection, but she -like always-, had managed to put into words everything he was feeling, everything that was going on in his head. so, he took off the balaclava, his hair sticking up, and he held her chin, directing her lips towards his. it was short, but he poured everything he was feeling inside his chest into the kiss. it took her by surprise, a small gasp leaving her lips after he leaned back.
“thank you,” was all he whispered before putting the white balaclava on again. that was yet another moment when he found himself thankful for her gift of putting into words what most people couldn’t, what most people didn’t notice.
winning a race is a feeling like no other. being the very first person to cross the line, especially when the runner-up is close, is a thrill that never gets old. max had just won his first race of the season, a race that was equal parts stressful and exciting. he couldn’t deny that he was quite scared that the car might fail again, but he remembered (y/n)’s words. trust yourself, trust your car, trust your instincts. so he did. and that led him to the top step on the podium. even though it was a bittersweet win, he knew that this was his teammate’s race to win, but he couldn’t deny that being on top was where he belonged.
as he stepped out of the car, congratulating the two ferrari drivers that would go up to the podium with him, his head was turning from side to side. when he was being hugged and padded on the back by his team, he was counting the seconds until he was free so he could look for (y/n). he was quickly ushered to do the post-race interview, before the podium ceremony, and as he spoke to the interviewer, everyone could tell that his attention wasn’t on the person in front of him, or the words that were leaving his lips. they were speeches that he’d perfected over time, about how tough the race was, how he enjoyed the battles and how much it meant to add another win to his list. he could recite them even in his sleep.
his eyes and full focus were set on finding that shiny headband, for a second, he thought she’d been right. that she would just blend in with the rest of the crowd. but he was determined to find her. max was led to the podium, he had a frown on his face as he walked up the steps, waiting for the two ferrari drivers to go out first. the frown was accompanied by a weird feeling in his stomach, it was taking him by surprise how much not seeing her was affecting him. as his feet touched the top step, he raised his hand, smiling a little as his eyes continued their search for her.
from up there, faces looked blurry, tiny dots that seemed to blur together even though he was trying his hardest to find the person he was looking for. his eyes were darting all over the place, he tried to spot the headband, he couldn’t let her down, he had to find her. as the anthems played, his heartbeat sped up, it even took him by surprise. he saw movement down there, people parting as someone shoved their way in through the crowd. the shiny headband appeared, she was holding on to the fence over the wall, she had two of the red bull mechanics on either side of her, looking after her and making sure she was safe.
max smiled, finally. he let out a sigh of relief just as the anthems finished. the crowd cheered and clapped as the first place trophy was placed in his hand. as usual, he raised his arm, lifting the trophy up in celebration as a true, wide grin made its way onto his face. he placed his free hand on his chest, locking eyes with her. he chuckled as he saw her cheering, cupping a hand around her lips so her loud screaming echoed louder.
the next minutes seemed to fly by after that, max smiled, took pictures, shook hands, and said goodbye to people as quickly as he could. once he was free to go down the stairs and into the garage, he was out of there in the blink of an eye. his hands were tingling as if they were going numb, but it was just the excitement and desperation running in his body. he was taking fast, determined steps to his garage, even though he wasn’t completely sure if that was where he’d find her, but he needed to see her, needed to wrap his arms around her and tell-
“max!” he heard, he turned his head to the side, his steps never faltering, he just prayed that he wouldn’t run into someone. “max!” the voice -her voice-, he realized after a second, called for him again. she was running towards him, at full force, they slammed into each other, her arms pulling him down towards her by his neck, his hands wrapped around her waist, and he hoped she’d forgive him for stabbing her back with the trophy. “you fucking did it. i told you,” she said, hoping he’d forgive her for taking off his first place cap, but she needed to curl her fingers around his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to herself.
“i know. i know. i love you,” she heard, he spoke through his smile, burying his face in her neck as she did the same.
“max, (y/n), let’s move this somewhere more private, please,” they heard max’s press officer, felt as she tapped their shoulders in hopes of getting them to let go of each other. that didn’t happen, though. instead, they held on tighter. “ugh, fine, but if you fall it’s not my fault,” they started walking, blindly, being guided by the red bull press officer. max lifted his head from (y/n)’s neck a little, so he could see where he was going, he didn’t want her to get hurt.
once they were in the garage, max walked straight to the back, thanking the walls that now separated them from everyone else.
“i love you.”
it didn’t matter who said those words first, all that mattered were the way they clung to each other, how she lightly scratched his scalp and neck with her nails as she curled her fingers around his hair, how he was afraid that he might leave marks on her waist from how tight he was holding her waist.
“i knew you could do it,”
“i know,” max smiled.
“i told you,”
“you did,”
“i love you,”
“i love you, too.”
for someone who always knew how to express her feelings, who always managed to come up with compelling, well-thought-out sentences, she was finding it difficult to summarize everything she was feeling into words. so, she hoped, for once, that her actions could speak louder than her words.
a kiss. holding onto him. pressing her forehead against his. grabbing his hands and kissing his knuckles. seeing the way his eyes lit up, feeling the way his breath seemed to tremble as she trailed her fingers on his cheeks.
“guys, remember you’re still in public.” someone shouts, making them chuckle as they lean back, “max, hate to break this up, but you’re needed right now,”
“five minutes,” he yelled back, (y/n) was shaking her head.
“go,” she said, even though she made no effort to step away from his hold.
“they can wait,”
“max! don’t make me come in there,” they both laugh at the press officer’s words, threatening them as if they were teenagers.
“go,” (y/n) repeated, standing on her tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips, “i’ll be waiting for you,”
“okay,” he replied, kissing her soft cheek. he kept an arm around her shoulders, feeling her sliding hers around his waist.
“you two owe me a fucking beer after this,” the press officer said, shaking her head, “i’m going to let you two deal with the pda stuff on your own, don’t count me in,” she said.
“fine. heat of the moment. we’re in love. end of story.” max replied, shrugging his shoulder as if it were no big deal. he noticed how (y/n) was still holding his cap, gently he grabbed it from her hold, adjusting the velcro strap and he placed it on her head. she smiled, closing her eyes as she felt his lips on her cheek.
“jesus, what happened to you two being private? okay, you do that. see how it plays out,” the way the public relations expert was shaking her head let them know that they might need to come up with a better explanation. they arrived at the media pen, max reluctantly let go of (y/n), kissing her temple one last time before walking away. she leaned back against a wall, running a hand through her hair as she smiled, watching him stand in front of the first interviewer.
the paddock was packed with people, and as much as she tried to blend in with the background, she’s still a famous singer and it was only a matter of time before she was approached by fans.
she dedicated her time to each of them, taking pictures, asking how they were, and signing stuff. she spent a little more time with a young girl who asked her to sign a cap that had already been signed by max. she smiled, seeing both of their signatures together.
after max was finished, they all headed back to the motorhome, max was still being congratulated by people that passed by. she snuggled her head against his chest, feeling the comforting warmth against her skin.
“good thing i went down there today,” she admitted once they were in the safety of his driver’s room, “i would’ve hated myself if i hadn’t been here with you,”
“that’s okay, my love. thank you for being here, and for your words. i really could not have done this without you. this win is yours as much as it is mine,” he said, she smiled. no matter how much time passed, he could still make her heart beat as fast as the car he drove. “i owe you this win.”
“it’s okay, we’re a team. when you feel down, i’m always going to be right there cheering you up, if you need space i will step back, but not too far away because i know you don’t really like being alone. your highs are my highs and your lows are my responsibility to turn them into highs. we’re in this together, baby,” she said, wrapping her hands around his back, pushing his front against hers.
“i really couldn’t have asked for anything better,” he shakes his head, feeling so incredibly lucky to have her by his side.
“me neither.”
the next morning, they woke up to thousands of social media notifications. their little moment was captured by all cameras, they were the talk of the town. it was sort of nice, having pictures of their moment, seeing how in love they looked, how their happiness was evident on their faces.
her favorite one was a picture of max holding her, his fingers on her waist, that held her with such strength and delicacy at the same time. it hadn’t even registered to her that he was holding the trophy at the same time as he held her. she wasted no time in setting it as her wallpaper on her phone, she never thought that she’d be the type of person to have a picture of herself as their lockscreen picture.
“this looks pretty,” she heard max’s raspy morning voice.
“what?” she asked, turning to look at him. they were both sitting up, she was holding the bedsheets up to her chest, covering her otherwise nude figure.
“this,” he leaned in, moving her hair away from her neck, he ran a finger across the skin. “it’s like a painting,” he kissed her cheek. removing the covers off his body as he walked to the bathroom. she opened her front camera, seeing the hickeys scattered all over her neck, collarbone, and behind her ear. she smiled, covering her face with her hand. he was incorrigible.
“paint my body with your kisses, don’t tear me up to pieces,” she hummed. smiling she opened her notes app, typing what she’d just come up with. “let them know i’m only yours, this love is only ours,” she continued typing, once max came back, he saw her with an adorable frown on her face as she tapped on her phone, typing and deleting.
he slid in beside her, throwing an arm around her shoulders as he let her continue.
“you’re writing a song about me?” he smiled, it was a feeling he still was not used to, he found it extremely odd how she could tell a wonderful story with her music, which was based on things he said or did.
“yes, another one,” he read what she was writing. “this one’s a bit forward,” he noticed. most of her previous songs were more laid back, none of them went deep into details about their relationship, but she always tried to come up with things that most people could relate to. by the looks of it, this was going to be a completely different story.
“it is,”
“i like it,” he confessed, kissing her shoulder.
“really?” she asked, turning her head.
“i like everything you do, and i’m not just saying that. you are my favorite person in the planet, but that doesn’t stop me from being able to appreciate good art. and yours, my love, is the greatest art that’s ever been created on this green earth,”
it takes her a moment to register what he just said.
“max, that’s the greatest compliment i’ve ever received,” her eyes were slightly wide, mouth parted as she saw him. her mind was going a million miles per hour, still thinking about the next verse for the new song, still reeling from the great joy he made her feel. “let me be your canvas, your lips will be the brush, and with a single touch, you make my body blush,”
“you’re a genius,”
“and you’re a co-writer for this song, now, mister.”
“as long as it’s with you, i’ll write a million more. i'm ready to make more art with you.”
A/N Hello friends! I apparently go on long hiatus' and then drop fics out of nowhere. Please enjoy the first part of what will be a series! Huge thank you to my muse and brainstorm buddy, @haterpenny. Any messages are hugely appreciated!
Warnings: Smut, fwb situation, some light swearing, some questionable decision making, drinking.
Word count: 5K
It never failed to blow your mind how a race felt like it lasted forever, but it was over in the blink of an eye. All you knew was how desperate you were to win.
For the first twenty laps, you and Lewis were neck and neck, with him about a second or so behind. You’d gotten away well at the start and did everything in your power to keep that lead. Unfortunately for Mercedes, a pit stop error plus your “perfect” (Christian’s words, not yours) performance led you to the race win.
You crossed the finish line feeling elated, shouting into the radio, likely blowing out the eardrum of your strategist in the process.
You pulled into the spot reserved for the race winner, feeling as though your heart may burst from your chest. One more race completed, the championship still within your reach.
You composed yourself enough to stand upon the car’s halo, your arms thrust over your head in celebration. The roars of your team and the massive smiles made you swell with pride, and you did everything you could to soak up such a perfect moment.
After leaping into your team’s arms and receiving several slaps to your helmet you were being rushed towards the podium. You climbed atop the highest perch, just past Lewis and- oh hell, was that Daniel in third? You had not yet had the opportunity to share the podium with your closest mate on the grid, and you were equal parts thrilled and disgusted at the shoey that was surely coming your way.
You stood as your National anthem played, bobbing slightly on your heels, finding it difficult to be still for even a moment with all of the excitement bubbling in your veins.
And then, those speakers began blaring Bizet’s beautiful Carmen and you were shaking that champagne as vigorously as your tired arms would allow. You coated Lewis with a generous spray, and shared a nice half-hug, exchanging words of respect and congratulations at one another’s result. Then your eyes caught Daniel’s, sparkling with mischief as he knelt down and removed his boot, his finger pointing at you and beckoning you towards him with a devilish grin across his lips.
You tried to look annoyed, but it was nearly impossible; he was glowing, that successful post-race mix of champagne and sweat making his curls lay flat, his cheeks flushed and pink from exertion. He filled his shoe to the brim, some overflow sloshing as he raised the boot to his lips before taking a long, generous gulp.
You wrinkled your nose in slight disgust, as you realized you were next. Soon he was standing before you, his hand outstretched in offering. He had that huge, gleaming smile that nearly blinded you, and then you were drinking out of the man’s shoe. One gulp, then two, then three, earning a delighted eye raise from Daniel and a laugh that made his Adam’s apple bob ridiculously. If you were going to do it, you were going to do it right. Lewis politely declined the offered shoey, an uncomfortable smile on his cheeks- this wasn’t his first rodeo.
Then Dan was slipping an arm around your waist, his trophy in one hand, to pose for the mass of photographers and fans standing below. After a moment he set his trophy down and playfully hoisted you up, earning a surprised laugh from you.
Your friendship with Daniel was well known among fans and other drivers alike, and this was your first shared podium after three years in the sport together. What they didn’t know was just how close you and Daniel were. The look he was giving you on that podium- you’d know that devilish expression anywhere. It gave you a glimpse into his plans for the evening ahead, plans that promised hours with his head trapped between your thighs.
“Can’t wait to have you all to myself,” He whispered as he eased you back down to your feet, topping it off with a cheeky wink. You hadn’t expected him to be quite so forward in front of so many people, but his boldness just made you even more excited for the celebrations that the evening had in store.
After stepping off the podium and speaking to the many news outlets, you were sticky from the champagne and wanted nothing more than to take a shower. You decided to throw your hair up in a messy bun and opted to wait for the much nicer shower in your hotel room rather than the cramped, lukewarm water that your private room at the track offered.
In the car back to the hotel you were busy reliving the afternoon’s events, the pure elation you felt as you passed the finish line and the absolute glee that seemed to burst out of you as you stood upon the highest pedestal. And to top it off, Daniel was standing right beside you, just as he always had.
You hopped out of the car and checked your phone as you stood in the lobby, waiting for the elevator. Almost as if on cue, a light vibration alerted you to a text.
Big Dick Ricc: Is now a good time to celebrate? 😈”
His text read, simultaneously making you roll your eyes and smirk. That was what he had chosen to name himself in your phone, but it never failed to make you laugh.
Y/N: Room 315.
You replied simply, wandering down the hall and swiping your key card.
You and Daniel had been casually hooking up on and off for the last year or so. It was spontaneous, fun and no strings attached. The adrenaline of race weekend was something you both understood, not to mention the fact that it was nearly impossible to maintain relationships with people outside of the sport. It had started with too much champagne in Monaco, and your familiarity began to drift into lingering touches and lustful looks exchanged until he invited you back to his room. Initially, you were worried about complicating your relationship but surprisingly, things remained rather simple. You had agreed that you weren’t interested in a relationship, rather the opportunity to blow off some steam with someone you trusted and truly loved. You had also agreed that it was best that your escapades remain a secret. You didn’t want the other drivers- or anyone else for that matter- judging you. You were the only woman on the grid and with that role came garnering more harsh judgment.
You started the shower and allowed the steam to fill the room as you undressed, your still-damp coveralls tossed carelessly into your sink to dry. Just moments later you heard the sound of a knock at your door and you wrapped yourself in a towel to answer it. You tugged it open, expecting to see Daniel, but instead stood Carlos Sainz. Your initial reaction was confusion, followed by embarrassment at your state of undress. Carlos smiled, his eyes sneaking a quick glance at your form before pretending he didn’t notice. Carlos was back in his regular clothes, a dark green t-shirt and a pair of jeans.
“I’m sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to stop by and say congratulations.” He said honestly, his red lips pulled into a grin.
“Oh, thanks. I uh, was just about to get in the shower. I’m sticky from champagne.” You explained, laughing slightly before realizing maybe just how suggestive that sounded. You swore his cheeks flushed lightly just from the picture your words had painted for him.
“Of course. I just thought I’d let you know, we’re going out tonight. If you want to come.” You were touched at the invitation and smiled warmly in response.
“I’ll see what I can do. I’ll text you later.” You told him, leaning against the doorframe and looking up at him with big eyes. He paused for a moment and looked as though he wanted to speak, but instead opted for a smile and a nod before saying his goodbyes and turning on his heel. You mentally breathed a sigh of relief that Daniel had not managed to arrive during that short period of time. That would open you up to questions you didn’t wish to answer.
And then there was your relationship with Carlos. He had been putting in a bit of effort to speak with you and spend more time with you. He’d even asked you out for a meal or two. But whether he was looking for romance or pleasant friendship was unclear.
The hotel room was big and elegant, the walls painted a dark blue color with gold accents littered about. One thing you loved about this sport- your accommodations were always top-notch.
You went back in to check on the shower when finally you heard a weirdly elaborate knock that was surely Daniel. You tugged the door open and there he stood, arms already outstretched and waiting for you, a big goofy grin on his face. You grabbed him by his t-shirt and pulled him through the door, dropping your towel in the process. His hands felt so big and greedy against you, and you’d been craving his touch all day. He kissed you eagerly, his one hand splayed over your hip while the other came up to caress your cheek.
“You looked so fucking sexy up there,” Daniel said hotly, pulling back for a moment to take you in in all of your glory.
“Winning beside you makes it so much better,” You sighed, desperately reaching for his lips once more. You led him to the bathroom and started grabbing at the hem of his shirt, and he quickly obliged, tossing it aside carelessly while you worked on unbuttoning his pants.
“You still taste like champagne,” He told you before taking a long, slow lick from your collar to right below your ear pulling a moan out of you.
“Oh fuck, Danny. I need you.” You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tattoos splayed across his bicep as he kicked his pants and underwear aside. The shower was a large walk-in, perfect for the amorous activities you had planned.
Daniel loved to put his hands on you. He had no problem letting you be in charge, but there was something indescribable about the way your body responded to his ministrations. He pressed you back against the wall, the chill of the tile bringing goosebumps to your skin.
“You know you’ve got me, you’ve always got me, doll,” He said as he dropped to his knees, edging your thighs apart with his palms. God, you’d never get sick of seeing him worship you the way he did. You watched as the water slipped through his hair, dampening his curls and sticking them back on his forehead. His lips were parted as he looked up at you, his chest heaving slightly as if holding back from you were an effort in and of itself.
You reached down and fondly ran your knuckles over his cheek before tracing his bottom lip with your thumb.
You used your hand to pull him closer to you, earning a slight chuckle at your impatience from him before he put his mouth where you wanted it most. You loved when Daniel went down on you. He was relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure, licking and sucking lightly on your clit. Your legs felt like jelly already, and he’d barely just begun. He wrapped his hands around your thighs and held you in place as you wriggled against him, bucking your hips against him, desperate for friction. You nestled your hand in his hair, tugging slightly in encouragement and guidance, although he certainly didn’t need it. He knew your body and made you feel better than anyone else ever had. One of his palms snaked up to your ass, which he grabbed a greedy handful of eliciting a surprised groan from you. Once he was sure you could handle it he pushed one finger into you, and then a second. You could feel yourself flutter around him, and knew that you were already dangerously close to your orgasm.
Daniel always ate you out like it was the last chance he’d ever get, zeroing in on the spots that drove you wild until your legs were shaking and all you were capable of doing was moaning his name. He settled into a rhythm and lapped at your core until you were seeing stars and his name was falling from your lips like it had from the crowd of fans just that afternoon. He helped you ride out your orgasm, his fingers thrusting in and out of you at a more gentle pace, his tongue licking long, languid stripes over your clit until you settled back into yourself.
He steadily got back to his feet, one hand finding its way back to your hip (he loved your hips) while the other brushed some of your damp hair out of your face.
“You earned that, sweetheart.” He said before pressing a deep kiss to your already swollen lips. Still, you could barely process what he was saying, you felt tingly all over like he had electrocuted you somehow.
“Do you want me?” He asked, his forehead nearly touching yours, his eyes searching for your response.
“Yes, Daniel, please.” You finally found the words you were looking for and wrapped your arms around him in an effort to better support yourself. He lifted your leg and secured it around his hip while your other kept you steady in the slippery shower. Daniel took the space he needed between your thighs and lined himself up with your entrance and pushed in, allowing you just a moment or so to adjust before pulling out and thrusting back in again. Soon he was moving faster and you felt like a mere ragdoll in his arms, so blissed out from your high that he could do whatever the hell else he wanted for you and you’d happily take it.
You had had Daniel so many times before, in so many different positions, but there was something about this position and the access it offered that you found so incredibly satisfying. His wet, strong chest pressed against yours, the tight grip of his hand supporting your thigh while he buried himself in you in a way that made you eagerly await his next “You up?” text.
He let out a low groan that you were all too familiar with, one that meant he was about to finish. You ran a free hand down his chest and captured his moans with a kiss as his hips stuttered and he came inside of you. He stayed with you frozen in that closeness for a moment. While you weren’t exclusive, everything between you and Daniel was full of love and tenderness because above all else, he was your best friend.
“That is the best way to celebrate a podium,” He said after a moment, chuckling deeply in a way that usually made you roll your eyes, but you couldn’t disagree with the sentiment. You grabbed the washcloth that hung on the spigot and held it out to Daniel and looked up at him with big, pleading eyes.
“Wash me?”
“Since you won today? Fine.” He replied, accepting it and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before returning to his knees once more. Dan lathered the washcloth with some body wash and ran it up and down the length of your leg, and over the curve of your ass- an area that he liked to give special attention to.
“I mean, I feel like you made the mess. The least you can do is clean it up.” You quipped, a playful smirk pulling at your features as you watched him work.
“Oh, you mean the mess you begged me to make? This mess?” He asked, reaching up and cupping your sex, making you jump slightly and giggle. You swatted his hand away and allowed him to get back to his task, adding a bit more soap before continuing up towards your back.
“I forgot to tell you, Carlos invited me to a thing tonight. Do you want to go? I think Lando and Charles and the other guys will be there too.”
“Yeah, we’ve still got celebrating to do.” He agreed, popping the lid on the hotel’s shampoo and pouring it into his hands before running his fingers through your hair. You groaned at the feeling- you loved when Daniel washed your hair. It was the ultimate luxury as far as you were concerned- and certainly, one you deserved after such a triumphant day.
Once you were done enjoying your shower, you stepped out and began to get ready. You rifled through your drawers for something fun and sexy, hoping to feel confident and enjoy the wealth of attention you were sure to get.
No one on the grid knew about you and Daniel’s little arrangement, and you preferred to keep it that way. You’d known Daniel for far longer than the other drivers and your relationship had always come with a simple wordless understanding that you knew one another better than anyone else could. Still, you were the only woman on the grid and you wanted your competitors to respect you. You weren’t in Formula 1 to fuck around, you were there to win. Daniel understood. You didn’t have to explain yourself to him, you could let your guard down and say or do whatever you wanted, and you knew he’d never look at you any differently. But if you were bed-hopping on the grid you’d look like a joke. You refused to let that be the narrative that surrounded you. Instead, you’d be the first woman to win the World Drivers’ Championship.
Finally, you settled on a pink dress, one short enough to show your legs off, and low cut enough to draw eyes. Nothing made you feel quite as sexy as holding a trophy above your competitor‘s heads while people chanted your name, but a hot outfit for a club wouldn't hurt.
As you did your makeup, Daniel finished showering while loudly singing a song you didn’t know. Once you decided your makeup was acceptable you moved on to your hair, dying it quickly with a blow dryer before plugging in your curling iron.
“You look nice,” Daniel said, stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel to dry off. Just as you were about to respond, your phone dinged on the counter.
Carlos: Here’s the address. See you soon!
You gave Carlos the thumbs up on his text and started curling a section of your hair.
“Danny, you almost ready?” You asked, glancing in his direction in the mirror. He was pulling his outfit from earlier back on, a quick nod in answer to your question.
Once you were satisfied with your looks, you headed down to the lobby together to grab a taxi. The club was only about fifteen minutes away, and you were eager to see the rest of your friends. It had been a while since you had been out with the other drivers. Everyone’s schedules were always so jam-packed, that you often didn’t have time during the season to hang out with anyone other than your teammate, who just so happened to be Checo Perez. And while he was lovely, he wasn’t exactly the biggest party-er on the grid.
After posing for a few photos and a quick check-in with the bouncer, you were ducking into the dimly lit club, immediately overwhelmed by the pulsing music and crowd of sweaty dancers. You searched the crowd until you finally caught sight of Carlos, sitting in a corner, shouting into the ear of Lando Norris.
Carlos looked down at the text, his chest now feeling much like a swarm of butterflies, his leg anxiously bouncing below the table. Lando seemed to notice, a smirk pulling at his features to see his normally suave friend in such a state.
“Relax, man. She’ll be here.” Lando said, raising his soft drink to his lips.
“Yes, I know. It’s fine, I’m fine.” The Spaniard replied almost a bit too quickly, forcing a smile and turning his phone face down. Pierre and Charles were on the other side of the table, much oblivious to the situation, quickly speaking in French to one another. Finally, the pair paused and turned “Shots? I think we need shots.” Charles announced, reading the expression of the two former teammates that were not matching his vibe.
“No!”
“Yes!” Carlos agreed, much to Lando’s chagrin. Perhaps a bit of liquid courage would help him calm down a bit.
“Right, you can do a shot. I’ll be fine, thanks.” Charles was satisfied enough with the responses and went to the bar with Pierre to help bring their drinks back.
“Carlos, what exactly is the plan here anyway? You’re gonna have a dance, tell her you’re in love with her?” Lando questioned sarcastically, leaning awkwardly close to be sure Carlos could hear him over the extremely loud bass of a song that he couldn’t understand any of the words to.
“I’m not in love with her,” Carlos yelled back, somewhat defensively.
“Sure,” Lando replied, fully unconvinced. Carlos went back to eyeing the entrance, trying not to seem as desperate as he truly felt. Luckily for him, Charles was back and handing out Tequila shots, which proved to only distract him for the amount of time it took the liquid to pass his lips.
And then he caught sight of you, pushing through the crowd, scanning faces in search of his. He threw his hand up to catch your attention, a big smile across his face. A smile that fell as he caught sight of Daniel Ricciardo trailing behind you, holding onto your hand.
“She brought Daniel.” He said, the dejection clear in his voice. Lando pursed his lips and furrowed his brow, admittedly a bit disappointed for his friend.
Carlos stood in greeting and you pulled him into a hug, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“What are we drinking boys? Except you, Lando. I know you’re drinking Root Beer.” You only half-joked, an unamused smirk covering his features.
“Daniel, I didn’t know you were coming,” Lando said, rising to give his teammate a friendly slap on the back.
“Um, we’ve got a world championship contender to celebrate,” Daniel replied, nudging you in your side. You rolled your eyes, embarrassed about all the fuss.
“Lewis has been blowing us away and we’re finally catching up. If that’s not something to celebrate, I don’t know what is.”
“Cheers to that!” Charles yelled in agreement, raising what must have been his third shot.
“Apparently we need to catch up. I’ll be right back.” Daniel told you, nodding towards the bar. You shouted your order after him along with a thank you and turned your attention back to Carlos.
“I saw you finished P4 today, brilliant result.” You told him, poking him in the chest suggestively.
“Yeah, definitely happy.” He replied although he did not look happy in the least. In a moment, Daniel was back and pulling you from Carlos’ side. You threw back a shot. Then another. And Charles and Daniel egged you on enough that you had a third.
Once he deemed you tipsy enough, Dan pulled you onto the dance floor. Few things made you laugh harder than Daniel dancing, and since you were a little drunk, the dancing got a little dirtier. He held your waist and planted a thigh between your legs, allowing you a little friction as you bobbed and swayed to the music. You ran your fingers through his hair and he leaned down into your neck, his hands starting to wander to your ass. Truthfully, you should have been way more composed. You didn’t want the other guys seeing you looking horny and drunk, but eh. You decided to indulge and enjoy the evening. After a few songs, Daniel pulled away, determined to get another drink into you.
Charles and Pierre were somewhere on the dance floor, also too drunk to know how stupid they looked.
Still, you couldn’t help but notice that Carlos didn’t quite seem to be himself. You decided to do something about it, locking eyes with him and pushing past people, and making your way over to where he sulked.
“Come on, come show me that Spanish passion I’ve heard so much about.” You said, shooting him a wink and reaching your hand out to him. His expression finally broke, a big, goofy smile spreading across his features. You lead him back to the dance floor, not without noticing the pleasant way in which his hand fit into yours.
“Oh, I can show you passion.” He whispered as you turned your back towards him, rubbing a little more ass across his crotch than friends usually do. You snuck your hand back behind his neck, pulling him close as you swayed, his hands firmly planted on your hips. Feeling Carlos moving behind you was new and exciting, and maybe it was just how drunk you were, but there was nothing that you wanted more than to take him back to your room. Still, you were friends, and maybe it wasn’t entirely appropriate for you to be grinding so hard against him. You swore that maybe he was thinking the same thing you were, the way his hands glided down your skin and his hips moved against yours- you were thinking some very not PG thoughts. He spun you around and pulled you into his chest, his fingers pushing some of your loose hair behind your ear, then tilting your chin up to make you meet his gaze. You were pretty sure he wasn’t looking at you like you were a friend. You found yourself thinking about his full, pink lips and how flushed his cheeks were. He looked so focused with his brow knit together, so in the moment- like there was no one else around. You loved when Carlos had a fresh shave, he looked so damn handsome and he even smelled amazing- you swore you saw Lando throw a thumbs up in your direction, but you didn’t get time to think about it before-
“OI! Get your ass over here! I’ve got another round for you!” You don’t know how Daniel’s voice was able to cut over the noise of the club, but it did. His voice pulled you back to reality, almost like a rubber band snapping. You dropped your hands away from Carlos, suddenly feeling embarrassed by how carried away you had allowed yourself to get.
You avoided his eyes for a moment before saying “How about another drink?” Carlos looked a bit dejected but followed you anyway.
After your drink, you headed back to dancing, this time with Charles and in a much more PG way. He had you laughing, and you could tell the next morning would certainly be rough for him.
Finally, at around 3 am, you were running out of steam. You were seated in the booth, trying to understand Charles’ broken English when Daniel nudged you on the shoulder.
“You ready to go, darling?” He asked. “I think you might need a chaperone.” He added cheekily, shooting a wink in your direction. You stood, and immediately you were a bit wobbly. He was right. You linked your arm in his and turned to the other men, all in various states of sobriety.
“Salut, boys. Thank you for a good time, Carlos.” You told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek before focusing all of your lowered inhibitions on Dan.
He helped you into the back of a cab and you leaned against him, his arm slipping around you.
“Alright, let’s get you home. How would you feel about… keeping this party going?” Daniel asked lowly, his appetite insatiable as always. You giggled but returned his question with a kiss.
Carlos hated having to watch you leave with Dan. Holding you in his arms, getting to feel you move against him, it felt so good, so right. There was no way you could be oblivious to that. He laid in his hotel room bed, scrolling through Instagram when Daniel’s most recent post popped up. It was a picture of you, from the club last night and the caption read “Winning GPs and hearts. Here comes Trouble.” Trouble was the affectionate nickname the reporters had dubbed you upon your arrival in F1. The reason being you were a fierce competitor and always ready to cause trouble on the grid. Well, no one could argue how well it suited you. Carlos clenched his jaw in frustration, feeling so close yet so far away from you. It seemed like he could never have a moment alone with you as Daniel was never far behind. He knew you’d been good friends for many years, but your relationship seemed far more intimate than any other typical friendship. Just as he felt hopeless, his phone dinged.
Y/N: Thank you for the invitation last night and the dance. 😏
The message did not quell Carlos’ frustrations, it was just as ambiguous as every interaction he had with you. He decided to roll the dice and send back a flirtatious reply.
Carlos: I’m more than just a good dancer.
He pressed send feeling like he may explode and immediately took a screenshot and sent it to his best friend.
